Tim Ropp

Okay, Tim . I’m afraid that our reporter just got shot so we won’t have reporter for this Document. Anyway, this documents is all about Tim, however I’m not sure which Tim it should be about. Yes, I know it’s in the title, but still...that could be a typo. I make a lot of them you know. To Bad the odds are going that his last name is Ropp, cause if his last name was McCarthy then I could say that he traveled to Antarctica and ate penguin fat that was cooked over a stove run by Seal fat. Also I could say he almost died of Frost bite. Unfortunately, I am not writing about Tim McCarthy but Tim Ropp. (Read Shackleton’s Stowaway if you want to know more about Tim McCarthy) I already have a story to his trip to St. Louis if you want to read that, but, because he demands me to right another one about him, here I go!

the events that took place right before Chicken Pot Pie


This document will take place: underneath the city of Berlin, Germany

"Gimme some of those German pancakes, dude." Ordered Tim Ropp from a green couch. He had bought the couch for 9987 dollars on Ebay last summer. See, he had found a giant oak tree filled with money one day and decided to break the world record for spending the most money in one day. So, Tim Ropp had gone on Ebay and bought a green couch.
‘What?!" exclaimed the butler Prism which stood next to him with a tray of bacon and eggs."Gimme some German pancakes. Got a problem with that?"
"Err...No sir. I’ll get them for you right away."
"It better be right away ‘cause if not. I’m gonna shoot you."
‘Sir, German pancakes take a while to make."
"Then get me some already made. Steal some from a restaurant!" commanded Tim.
"Listen here sir! Being a servant is one thing, but stealing is quite another!! I’m not going to run around stealing pancakes just so you can have your belly satisfied!!"
"Oh yeah?" Tim reached for his laser gun.
‘Don’t you reach one more inch, buddy!!" The butler grabbed a machine gun from behind his back and began to fire bullets in Tim Ropp’s direction. As the bullets collided with Tim’s heart. Tim sprawled down onto the floor dead.
"Yahoo! I killed the captain. Now this blasted war can end. We’ve been fighting for years and I’m sick of it. Tim is a Slut!!! Tim is a Slut!!!" The door to the room opened and another boy who resembled Tim walked in.
"What did you say servant? Did you y any chance say I was a slut!!"
"Tim? Wait a minute, if you’re here. Who’s he?" The prism pointed to the dead body on the floor.
‘Oh that? That’s a clone of me. I’m the real Tim and that is a fake Tim. He was a failure." The Real Tim now took out a gun and shot the prism. "Whew! Good thing he’s dead. Now I can listen to some of that Barney music Jake lent me and start to eat like a hog. After that I can go and have shot practice with my army. I love shooting my own people. Stupid shapes. Tim Smiled to himself, then tucked his hand in his pants to scratch his butt.
If You’re Tim Ropp and you are reading this, you probably are very pissed at me for writing this about you. Well, never fear, there’s a twist to it. You are not the butt scratching person that you may think that I’m writing that you are. Does that make sense?
As Tim scratched his butt, the door to the room swung open once again. In ran a short fat man with long curly hair and large glasses. He was French
"Tere he iz! Stop him!"
‘Mousier Richy!! Wait, you can’t kill him alone!!"
"You underestimate me! I vill kill that clone myself!!" The Frenchman took out a machete from his pocket and lunged at Tim. He swung the Machete into Tim’s Skin and into his Heart. Tim Ropp Died. (his clone did anyway)
"Vichy. You killed him. Great Job, the boss will be very pleased."
"’tis vas nothing" Form the doorway, a overgrown bug with 100- legs walked in.
"Hello Vichy. I thank you for killing that failure escape clone. I’ve got another one in the laboratory. He’s perfect, I have not detected a flaw within him yet. Now, I want you people to dress up as shapes and join Tim’s army. You know the drill."
"You mean the drill when we corner Tim alone, then murder him."
"Yes, what other drill do you know of?"
"Well, I know the one where we decide to strike against you and eat German pancakes all day!"
"Shut up. Back to the plan. What do you do after you murder Tim Ropp?"
‘We replace him with a clone of him. Then take over his army, plus enslave them to the pyramids for life?"
‘Yes, Will. Precisely. Do not forget, enslaving Tim’s army is the most important par of the plan. If you cannot kill Tim, at least destroy his army. He won’t stand a chance then. IT is vital that, I, the centipede continue to destroy all armies of world until the pyramids are the only ones left on the globe. I shall show the pyramids, that I am capable of bringing the pyramid nation to glory, and am a better leader than their previous commander. The centipede will rule!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Let me get his straight. You two men want to join my forces to defeat the Pyramids once and for all?"
"Yup"
"I see. My I ask you, how did you find out about his war, and why you want to defeat he pyramids?"
‘The Centipe---" one of the men nudged Will, "I mean, we heard about it by the birds. See, I know this one magic dude who can speak bird language and a bird told him that there was this war going on with a bunch of shapes fighting in it."
"Mhmm, and Why do you want to defeat the pyramids?"
‘We wanna defeat them ‘cause we think, that if somebody is fighting against them, then they must be doing something wrong,"
"Then, why may I ask, did you not join the Pyramids? They are fighting against us but we are not doing anything wrong. They are the evil ones."
"I errr..." The man paused, and Will took his place speaking.
"If you don’t want our help in your army we’d be happy to join the pyramids. I hear they’re giving higher wages. I just thought that it would be more dignified to fight for more civilized creatures. But, fighting for the pyramids would suit us just fine. If that’s what you want."
"NO, NO. I mean, we don’t want to be turning away troops......Okay. You can join our army."
"Great!!" The two men slapped hands and walked into the sleeping quarters of the military base. Tim’s military base.
In case you want to know, we are going to call the two men ‘the man with the curly hair’ and ‘the man with the straight hair’ just so you don’t get confused. Okay? Good.
Tim Ropp stood at the front of an army of 60,000 Prism troops. He wore a blue uniform and carried a gun in his pocket.
"I thank you all for coming to this meeting tonight. As you know, a couple of months ago, we raided The Egyptian Pyramids to destroy the last Pyramid base in existence. With the help of some weird old guy with a beard, we succeeded leaving only around 100 pyramids left on the globe. The Pyramid nation seemed to be close to extinction. Our luck, however, has changed. Shortly after the battle in Egypt, the Pyramid army took on a new leader and commander. This commander has somehow restored the power the Pyramids used to have and maybe even more. He has established a Pyramid base in the middle of San Francisco, California. This base, known as the Transamerica Pyramid is a 853-foot high masterpiece and is the tallest office tower in the city. It is the headquarters of many industry companies not to mention a very often visited tourist attraction. The Pyramids are living underneath this landmark and are undoubtedly working with the companies who use this building. They are also kidnapping innocent passerby’s/tourists and forcing them to work in their army. I have decided to deploy troops to the scene immediately. If you are here right now, it means that I have chosen you to fight in this battle. Please exit to the Spaceships now. We shall be leaving in half and hour." With that, Tim Ropp stepped of the stage and headed towards his ship. The 60,00 prisms followed and 10 minutes later, 3 Prism ships headed out towards San Francisco.

"This way fellows, The Transamerica Pyramid is just down this road and to the left." Tim Ropp walked down the San Franciscan streets heading for the Pyramid Base. His Army of Prisms all wore suits disguising them as ordinary crates. They were all stashed up in a giant wagon pulled by Tim’s pick up truck. Suddenly, a very tall skinny man jumped out into the street. Tim stopped the truck.
"Sir, yo mustn’t jump out into the road like that. You could get run over."
"I’m sorry Mr. Its just, do you think you could give me directions to the Transwhatever Pyramid? I’m going to do a presentation on soap for SOAPYWORLD there. I’ve got a map."
"Oh, sure. You just mist it, it’s about 5 miles back and to the left."
"Could you show me on my map?" Tim jumped out of his truck and walked over to the skinny man. The man handed him a partially ripped map. As Tim took the piece of paper, he noticed that the skinny man’s hand seemed to lack fingers. It was also a dark shade of orange. Not wanting to be rude to the poor guy, Tim pointed out the Pyramid on the map and hoped back into his truck. Little did he know, that by touching the old map, he had gotten a tracking device planted onto his hand.
"State your business please."
"I’m here to demonstrate me new soap product to the SOAPYWORLD company. I’m supposed to do the presentation in half an hour," Tim Ropp told the security guard.
"What’s in the crates?"
"Soap."
"Very well, let’s see SOAPYWORLD, that’ll be room 535 on the 6th floor."
"Thanks"

You know what? At the moment I seem to have writers block. I’m going to now skip a bunch of parts and start writing about a different part of the story where it’s easier to write about. Okay, Tim’s Army enters the building and he orders them to where giant curly haired wigs so they can disguise themselves as cafeteria ladies working in the food area of the building. However, The Centipede cleverly inserted poison into the cafeterias food and a little over one-fourth of Tim Ropp’s Army died of poison.

"Okay people. We’re running a code read security watch. I want you be alert and ready to fire your guns. Plan A is canceled, Plan B is now going into affect. We’re going to split up, each one of you to a different room and five of you with me. Those who are going to a room, here’s what you do. Walk up the door and seal it shut. We shall murder everybody in the building with poisonous gas!!! You know I’m feeling kind of weird at the moment, I think maybe I had a little to much of that Alcohol from the cooler. Remind me never to drink 4 bottles at once like that again." The prisms began to depart, guns and metal bars in hand. As the elevators began to fill up, Tim motioned to the five prisms that still stood next to him.
‘As for you guys…You’re coming with me. I think I know where the Pyramid Commander is."
Tim Ropp and his five Prism body guards headed down the hallways of the Transamerica pyramid. In Tim’s pocket was a brown button that would release the tanks of poisonous gas he had, secretly hidden away in the center of the building. Anyway, the group finally came to a office door.
‘Okay guys, I think this is it. The Pyramid Captain is hiding in here. Open the door!!" The door was pried open and Tim stepped into the room. As he looked inside, he just stared. Inside meeting room/office were a group of meeting people. Sitting in the front Chair was his un-fellow classmate Jake Berry.
"Tim!! Oh, how it’s great to see you. Do you own a rich chain cloths company too? Silly me, why else would be here in San Francisco inside this building. What Company do you own? I own Hollister."
"I…errrr….I own Prism…errr…industries."
‘Oh, what’s that. Is that one of those stupid companies that manufacture toilets cause in it is I’m gong to be forced to call my body guards to take you a way."
"NO, it’s…Uhhh…a sock manufacturer."
"Oh. Well now that that’s settled, wanna here my new cloths idea. It’s when you have built in guns and grenades on your pants. Cool huh?"
"NOOO!! It’s not cool. Get rid of them I----------"
‘Oh my gosh, Tim!! Don’t move, there’s a giant bug behind you."
"Jake seriously-----" Jake quickly pressed a red button that was on his desk.
‘Security!! Security!! I need my bodyguards in here at once!!! Get the exterminator with some bug spray too!!" Jake hung up then dialed another number,

Phone Conversation

Jake: Hello?
Mrs. Berry: Jake, thank goodness you called. Where may I ask are you???
Jake: I’m in San Francisco, Why?
Mrs. Berry: It’s way past your bedtime. In fact, you bedtime was yesterday at 7:00. It’s already the next day!!
Jake: Sorry, been busy making millions of dollars by selling cloths form Hollister.
Mrs. Berry: I don’t care about Hollister! I want you home in three hours! Got it?
Jake: Yes mother

"Sorry guys. Meetings over. Tim, I hope you survive when that bug attacks you, gotta go," Jake opened the window by his desk and jumped out, "Weeeeeeeeeee!! Sure glad I took Miguel’s advice about carrying a parachute around everywhere. It’s a lot easier just jumping out windows when I have to get home , rather than having to take the stairs or elevator!" Tim stood continued to stand in the doorway. The people in the room left and headed down the hallway, it wasn’t until everybody was gone…That he was grabbed from behind.
"Let me go!!! My gosh, it’s a giant bug!! You don’t happen to be the commander of the pyramid forces are you??""Why yes I am. I’m also a murderer. Tim, I don’t appreciate having to stay on the lookout for people who are trying to kill me and my friends with a poisonous gas in the middle of the city. What do you think your punishment should be, for thinking up such a plan??"
"A spanking?"
"NO Tim. It’s not that easy. How ‘bout….I get to have the gas releasing button and instead of me getting gassed, you and your army getting gassed?"
‘NO!!"
"Well...actually I wasn’t asking you. I’ve already decided that is what I’m going to do." The centipede smiled a centipede smile then pulled out the brown button form behind his back. Tim reached into his pocket and wiggled his fingers around. The button that once lay there, was gone.
"He, he, considering that my entire army, which exists inside this building are all wearing gas masks and I, a centipede with an exoskeleton, won’t be affected…I think we should start gassing now." The centipede began to press the button when the door to the room swung open. 7 men in black security suits walked in carrying guns.
"Sorry we’re late Mr. Berry. We were on our coffee break and the doughnuts downstairs were really delicious---Mr. Berry?"
"Sir, where’s the boss?"
"I don’t know, Scuz. That bug must’ve eaten him. We must fight!!" The 7 men fired there guns all at once towards the centipede. However, Centipede reflexes are faster than human reflexes. As a result of this, the centipede, hearing the gunshot, slid onto his back allowing the bullets to pass over, right into Tim’s chest.
From the impact of the bullets, Tim sprawled backwards and out the open window.
Now, I urge you very much not to jump to conclusions because the three facts I am about to tell, will change your point of view of things greatly.


Fact one: Three seconds after Tim fell out of the window, The Transamerica Pyramid was gassed and nobody without a gas mask survived

Fact two: Tim Ropp was wearing a bullet proof vest. (Ever since his inning with Hetty at Great America, Tim has worn a bullet proof vest wherever he went.)

Fact Three: The police saw Jake parachute out of the building and brought a trampoline over to catch him in. They didn’t know that he was an expert, they thought he had jumped out by accident. The trampoline was still there.


P.S. This document has been written by Nicholas Makara. The Cursor on ‘The Hetty Site’ is a dancing starfish with sunglasses. Never dive into murky waters.

P.S.S. Isn’t it Funny how even though the Prisms and Pyramids are in a war in which they fight each other, nowhere in this document do the Prisms even see any Pyramids. In a small building environment, stealth is the key.