Showing posts with label the dark side. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the dark side. Show all posts

Friday, November 2, 2012

Tinkerbell Turns to the Dark Side


With Disney buying the rights to Star Wars
the world can finally enjoy the heart-wrenching, 
coming-of-age, cautionary tale: 

Tinkerbell Turns to the Dark Side


Tired of granting wishes for people who need an hour and a half or more, and several annoyingly catchy songs, to learn their lessons, Tinkerbell decides to use The Force mischievously, maliciously, and malevolently. The 3 M’s. 

Pluto picked the wrong hydrant this morning, because Tinkerbell flies by and flings him into an ocean to feed the marine life. 

Imagine Jiminy Cricket’s surprise when he greets Tinkerbell with a friendly and hearty “Heigh-dee-ho Tink!” and winds up being zapped by her wand into a spider’s nest. 

Just before the spider injects Jiminy with its venom, a fisherman removes him from the web. “Whew!” says the cricket

Until he realizes the fisherman wants to use him as bait. 

“Yeoww!” Impaled upon a hook, poor Jiminy gets cast into the sea. 

Just when he gets acclimated to the cool water, chomp! He feeds the marine life too. 

The same marine life! Because there’s Pluto inside, wagging his tail. 

Not because he’s courageous, but because he’s simply too simple to realize the danger he’s in. 

Jiminy Cricket greets Pluto with a friendly and hearty “Heigh-dee-ho Pluto!” 

Hearing the joyful greeting, Pluto smiles and eats the impaled cricket. 

Whirrrrr! The fisherman reels in his hook, astonished to find he’s caught a yellow dog. 

After Pluto’s measured and weighed, the fisherman removes the hook and out pops Jiminy Cricket

In a whirl of swirling fairy dust, Tinkerbell swoops down from the clouds and waves her wand. 

Poof! The fisherman gets turned into a tap dancer. Which, due to his excessive dancing on a rickety bridge not intended to undergo such a pounding, causes the bridges to collapse, where our friend the hungry shark decides to eat and re-eat the delicious treats drowning before him. 

Meanwhile, Pinocchio who’s also turned to the dark side tells a slew of lies, but you can’t tell, because Darth Vader keeps slicing down his lengthening nose with his light saber

Darth’s heavy breathing gets on Pinocchios nerves, so he hugs Darth; and lies, lies, lies, claiming he knows the secret to comedy, that he keeps his room clean, and that he didn’t eat the last cookie, which causes his nose to skewer into Darth’s solar plexus, killing him instantly and giving him splinters. 

Tinkerbell catches Pinocchio on fire and makes S’Mores

And then suddenly, C3PO swats what he thinks a firefly or glowing gnat and inadvertently ends Tinkerbell’s reign of terror. 

Blessings & Joy,

P.S. Please Note: The aforementioned characters, except for the fisherman and the fire hydrant, are owned by Disney and used here as a form of comedy/parody as allowed under The Fair Use Act.

Published on May 24, 2012 by 





Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Joining the Dark Side

Joining the Dark Side

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I didn’t mean to join the dark side; and I’m certainly not trying to recruit new members. 

(Even though we do work on commission.) 

Insomnia had the best of me, so I thought some nice music would lull me to sleep. Too bad the music didnt shut off after an hour, so the radio stayed on all night longInundating my subconscious with a slew of heinous subliminal messages: 

“Don’t eat spinach.” 

“Refined sugars and refined flours are fun.” 

“Luuuuuuke.” (Inhale, gasp.) Im your fathers friends nephews neighbor from three doors down.” 

“Everybodys joining the dark side. Don’t be a fuddy-duddy.” 

Before the sun set the next day, I sacrificed a goat to dark forces and bought a set of Ginsu knives


Not in that order. 

Besides a goat and two chickens, I sacrificed a soda can and two shoes. 

Just because I could. 

And they werent my soda can and shoes. 

Being a mindless minion of the dark side wasnt much different than being a member of that political party you dont like. (You know the one.) 

Besides having to do the bidding of the Evil One, selling our souls for sandwiches with too much mayonnaise and not enough mustard, and staying awake all night without cable TV, the worst part of the dark side was the lack of sufficient lighting. 

That explains why pawns of dark forces always look so bad. They cant see well enough to primp. 

Before the rooster crows, my fellow cult members and I arrive at the airport to hand out flowers and pamphlets. 

We give them away for free. But we will pummel you if you fail to make a donation
Sacrificing chickens and goats is messy. Smelly too! I dislike sales. The robes itch too much. And the other cult members seem unable to grasp the concepts of basic hygiene. 

So I decided to flee for my life, for my eternal soul, and for whatever was left of my sanity! 

Oh yes, and I didnt like being the puppet of dark forces. 

And they had the dumbest entertainment too! Some dude in a designer striped suit waving a pocket watch back and forth kept chanting: You will do as I say. You will do as I say.

Boring! Mix it up a little. Do as I say, you will. As I say, you will do. Obey me my mindless minions!” 

With all those commands to obey, youd think he couldve at least once mentioned how to use soap, deodorant, and breath mints


So, I tried to escape ... I really, really tried.


Published on May 24, 2012 by 
Music video by Kelly Clarkson performing Dark Side. 
(C) 2012 RCA Records, a division of Sony Music Entertainment

Sneaking out in the laundry truck didnt work. Who knew they poked the sullied uniforms with pointy sticks? Yeoww! So much for my foolproof escape plan! 

Plan B failed too. (Disguising myself as a bush and crawling away a foot or two at a time.) 

That was a perfect plan! Until the leaves of my bush costume touched the electric fence and burst into flames. 

Not the burning bush moment I had always hoped for. 

Plan Q finally worked! I broke free from the dark forces by sacrificing a can of SPAM


Apparently, that’s grounds for immediate dismissal. 

Even from the dark side

Having escaped that evil dark forces cult, I feel like I need a hundred Communions to make me clean. But I only need one. 

That is, if I truly repent. And I do. I mostly do. Im trying to. But I admit: Cutting shoes in half with Ginsu knives is fun! Soda cans too.  

Dean

COMING FRIDAY: Time-Traveling with Hollywood Hunks*

They make me call them that. But I have a different nickname for them.