The Kooking Set

PHONE CONVERSATION:

Hetty: Yes, I already told you. I want the magnetic Gravo transformer inserted into the H:\ Drive.
Man: But, sir. Security is being upgraded throughout the island
Hetty: I don’t care. I’ve waited to long already. We must wipe out the ‘you know whats before they reproduce themselves and strengthen their army. They’re weak from the war with the centipede. You killed him, right?
Man: Yes, But
Hetty: No buts, Prepare the ships for flash travel. Make sure to keep an eye on operation HLDE.
Man: HLDE?.
Hetty: Hetty Longfellow Duplication Experiment
Man: ah, Hetty you know you really shouldn’t talk so openly over the phone. The phone line could be tapped into. The FBI could be listening.
Hetty: Blah!! Nobody’s tapped into the phone line. See, I’ll prove it. MY NAME IS HETTY LONGFELLOW. MY SECRET SECRET BASE IN CAMBRIDGE MARYLAND, I HAVE ANOTHER ONE ON PALMYRA ATOLL, I HAVE MURDERED MANY PEOPLE, I HAVE BROKEN INTOT HE FBI’s HEADQUARTERS. I LIIKE TO STEAL THE PRESIDENTS UNDERWEAR. I DO ILLEGAL STUFF. I’M EVIL. I SMUGGLE DRUGS AROUND THE WORLD AND TRAVEL THROUGH SPACE ALL THE TIME. See, nobody has heard that except you and me. Don’t worry about it buddy, just think...work, work, work!!! I’ll meet you tomorrow, Okay?
Man: Yes. That would be just fine.

RECORDING STOPPED

Mr. Cole, Mr. Williams, and Mr. Booras agent removed their headphones and got up from their seats. For the first time ever, they had gotten some real evidence on the Hetty Project. Whoever this centipede man was, He would be avenged and they would make sure of that. They now had some valuable evidence against Hetty.

Location: Palmyra Atoll

On the small island of Palmyra atoll, the massive abandoned complex created by the easy button stood covered in vines. The underbrush of the island had grown tall, and the building was barely visible even close up. The massive complex stood silent in the middle of the island. Then, from inside the building flashed a bright green light. Buzzing sounds drifted out from the cracked windows and birds flew from the trees away from the mysterious sound.
Now of course, an innocent fisherman fishing off the coast of this island would make nothing of the strange lights. Besides, plants on a deserted island like Palmyra Atoll probably could produce their own light. The fisherman wouldn’t take so much as a glance at the run down metal fence encircling the island. However, what the fisherman would not no, was that through the metal fence ran a very powerful electric current. The fisherman also wouldn’t know that in the center f the island underground, was an unfinished underground train station and a massive Particle accelerator even bigger and more colossal than the one being built at SERN. Inside the metal building, in front of a small laptop computer, a small man in dark glasses sat. He wore a black suit and kept his head down towards the keyboard.


Magnetic Gravo Transformer inserted...
Configuring installation setup...
Installing all needed software...

1% installed


Location: Cody’s House

“Yeah! Dude!! I’m a fishy little boy with a brain of mush! So if I’m fishy and full of Mush, then I must be a fush!! A boy with a brain full of Fishmush!! Man, I’m so glad I got this pet,” Cody rested his hand on the small brown monkey that sat on the couch next to him. He ran his finger’s through the monkey’s hair and handed the animal a bar of chocolate fudge.
“There you go my little fudgemonkey! Yeah, I also like wild men, but you know, they can be a real pain. Yesterday, a giant alien spacecraft with the work YELLOW MAN on it crashed into my backyard. Like, a group of wild men came up and stole my refrigerator. I tried to call the police but they took my phone too. Yup, they stole all the phones in the house and all the food. IN the end, this one fat mustached dude came buy and handcuffed them. Dumped them in a white truck and drove away. Said his name was...Controllo. NO, that wasn’t it, I know! It was...Contratto!”

Location: Hetty Headquarters

A Tall man with gray hair and a White Beard sat at his desk holding a glass of beer.
“Sip, Sip!! Yum, Yum,” He said sipping his beer. As he sat drunk in his chair, the door to the room opened and a plumber walked in.
“Uh, Hetty. How do I put his to you...well...we’ve been given orders to send you out to Indiana to the other Secret Base in Indianapolis.”
“What!!! Who do you get orders from? I’m the boss of this base, I refuse to go!!”
“I’m very sorry about this, but, you’re gonna have to. We’ve got orders.” The plumber clapped his hands and another five plumbers walked through the door.
“Orders form Who!!! What is this!? A conspiracy of some sort?” Hetty began to back towards the back wall of the room, “I demand you stop this nonsense. I’ll have you all killed!! Stay Back!! STAY BACK!!"
Unfortunately, one man is no match for six. Hetty was tied up and sent to the Indianapolis base where he was forcibly locked in.

Location: Palmyra Atoll

Installation 100% complete!
Transfer ship ready for boarding.

The man sitting at the computer got up from his chair and nodded his head towards the direction of the door. A tall man walked out of the shadows and boarded the silver ship lying on the ground. The other man, looking around as to make sure nobody was watching, followed the tall man. The building stood empty except for a few mice running through the corridors...and some rats...and a few opossums, raccoons, and hamsters...not to mention there could be a parrot too...perhaps some other animals could have snuck in too.

Location: Prism Land

Tim Ropp stood at the front of the Prism body giving a humongous speech,
“I would like to inform all my fellow Prisms about the events happening in Prism Land. The first affair, is that I have decided to open Prism Land up for both Shapes and Humans. With this in effect, the population of Prism town shall be able to double, maybe triple. The Second affair, is I would like to welcome Sir Scot Dublin to Prism Land!!” There was a series of claps as a tall fat man with brown hair walked onto the stage in which Tim stood.
“This man is to be my new private secretary and body guard. My old one, William, has been fired as he has left Prism Land without permission and is suspected of doing treachery against me. Also, I have recent news. Thank you everyone, and Good Night!!” The crowd slowly left and Tim was left alone on the stage with his body guard.
“So, what’s up buddy? Looking forward to protecting me?”
“Sure” “Sure? Great! here’s the first thing I want you to do.” Tim took a sip of the soda he had just taken out of his pocket, “Get me a new pair of top of the line Nike boots and present them to me tomorrow inside my room.” The fat man smiled showing a set of shiny white teeth,
“I’ll do that sir. I’ll do just that.”
The moment the man got home he ordered a brand new cooking set with top of the line pots and pans as well as 100% silver Fork, spoons, and knives. He then placed the entire set inside a Nike shoe box.
As this all happened in prism land, something else was happening back in the real, real world, where the real people and real animals live. Yeah, it’s true!!

Location: North Korea

A fat man ate a taco. He ate another taco. And another, and another. Beef and melted cheese dribbled down his chin and his shirt was covered in the stains of red hot sauce. The man bit into another taco spilling ground beef onto his wooden desk. After his 10th taco, he got up from his chair and wobbled across the room. He called for his executive servant.
“You--BURP!--prepare the helicopters. Today, I have eaten 33 taco’s total. The tacos have inspired me. I’ve had a vision. Hetty, the one we have feared and hated, is residing in Indiana. We shall finish him off today, then we shall take over his beef farms and destroy his overpriced taco company. We shall own the tacos!!” Yo know, I wonder why the Koreans aren’t satisfied with making silk form silk worms.

One hour later, the communist troops invaded Indiana.

Location: Tim’s house. His house in The United States, not in Prism Land.

Tim’s dad sat on the couch drinking a cup of coffee and reading ht newspaper. The house was quite. His wife, Jan, was off on a FBI mission, and his son Tim was supposedly at a chicken convention in Minneapolis. At least that was what Tim had told him. Of course just because that was what Tim had told him didn’t mean that was true. Tim was always tricking him and lying to him. For instance, one day Tim had told him that this lunch lady at his school had a crush on a kid in his band. How ridiculous was that?? Sitting on the couch in the empty house, Mr. Ropp continued to read his newspaper. That was when the doorbell rang. The man got up from his chair and went to answer the door. A boy with curly blond hair in a gray hoodie stood in the doorway.
“Are you dealing drugs or selling something. If so, I don’t want any of it. I’d take some Marijuana, but I decided to stop buying it back in the eighties.
“Where’s Tim?”
“Tim? Oh, he’s at some convention with chickens. He’ll be back tomorrow.”
“Call him on his cell. I need to talk him. NOW”
“I’m sorry but I can’t do that. He made me swear on my life not to call him. In fact, one day, I tried to call him because I couldn’t find my grill and thought he might have hid it. Well, it said that his cell number didn’t exist. Besides, he probably has it off.”
‘I Need to see Tim now.”
“Why?”
“The Communist Troops are Here!!! Here in The USA!!!! We need to stop them, I need Tim’s army.”
“Army, what are you talking about. My wife, she’s the one in the FBI. My son, he’s just a normal kid who does normal kid stuff.” Connor Miller stared hard at MR. Ropp’s face.
“Fine, then you come with me. I’ll use you as a decoy.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Just come on!!!” Connor led Mr. Ropp out of the house and onto the street. A taxi drove up to them and the two got into the car.
“Indianapolis please” Connor said to the driver. Mr. Ropp and Connor sat in the back seat as the driver drove onto the express way towards Indianapolis.

“Hey Mr. Ropp. What do you think of Communists?”
“Communists? I don’t know...I hate them. I can tell you that.”
“Mr. Ropp...this could be the start of a beautiful friendship. Want a deep fried human finger.
“No thanks, I don’t eat person.”
“Yup, this could defiantly lead to a superb friendship.” The cab driver, scratched the tip of his nose and turned around to face his two passengers.
“Cough, Cough, err...if you guys aren’t gonna eat it. Could I ....” he mumbled. Connor smiled, then handed the driver the finger.
It’s been months since I last wrote about Random stuff....I think I’d like to write about some now. Yes, I’ve talked about many random thing such as the midget clown named chuckled living inside the red door at Traughber Junior High, yet I have not wrote about any. Here’s my random writing. Aft4er recent investigations, I have come to the conclusion that Mr. Anthony Holub is a descendent of the Beatles. You know, the Beatles that sing? The reason I have come to believe this, is because of some simple evidence.

1. Mr. Holub likes Walruses
2. Mr. Holub sometimes plays a Beatles CD in his class
3. Mr. Holub told us one day that he had just laid an egg

Now that you have read my three Holubian facts, Here’s the quote form a Beatle song that connects him to the Beatles.

“I am the egg man! They are the egg men! I am the WALRUS!!!!”
~ The Beatles ~

Location: Jake Berry’s House.

“MMM!!! There’s nothing like a warm glass of cheese fondue and apple juice mixed together in the morning!!!” The doorbell rang. Jake hesitantly glanced through the window to see who it was.
“Oh my Gosh!!! Not again, she’s coming for me!!!!” The door bell rang three more times. Then, the person out side began to bang on the front door.
‘Go Away!!! I’m not home” The person outside shrugged, left a brown [package on the doorstep and walked back down the driveway. Once the person had gone, Jake opened the front door and brought the package inside. On the front of the brown wrapping, was a picture of fat lunch lady form Thompson Junior High.
“Man, there’s nothing worse than a lunch lady that has a crush on you. This is the 12th time this week she comes over here and gives me more time!! I’ve got a whole room f clocks upstairs. You know, I should start selling them, I could get rich.” Jake scratched his butt, then let out a loud burp.
‘Man, I think I’m overdue for a dosage of a turkey sandwich. Can’t go without turnkey!!” With that, Jake skipped into the kitchen to make a sandwich.

Location: Indianapolis

“We’re here!! This is where Hetty’s is supposed to be. See that shopkeeper over there, he’s not really a shop keeper, he’s a communist from Korea.” As Connor miller said this, a tall old man came out of one of the larger building in the city.
“There he is!! It’ Hetty!! We gotta kill him, he’s the reason the communists are here!!” Connor took out a gun and pointed it at the old man.
“Whoa!! You’ve got a gun? That’s Illegal!! Don’ts hot Connor!!” m R. Ropp lunged at the old man in an attempt to push the old guy out of the path of bullet. He was unsuccessful, the man’s foot was shot off leaving a puddle of blood on the floor.
‘Connor!! What have you done? You just shot him! I’m calling the authorities!!”
“Fool!! He’s an evil man, he’s Hetty. A bad evil man who kills people himself!”
“He’s an innocent old man!!”
“Nonsense!!” Connor shot at the man again this time killing him.
“Murderer!!”
“Blah!!” Connor whistled for a taxi, and left Mr. Ropp standing next to the old man. Mr. Ropp knelt down and patted the old guy’s head. He looked at the old guy from his bloody foot, to his stubby nose and dark skin. May bring to your attention that the old man’s nose was stubby.

Location: Prism Land

Tim’s servant walked up to the front door of Tim’s house holding a Nike shoe box under his arm. The front gate guards steeped aside and the man walked through the building to the main chamber of Tim Ropp. Tim sat in the middle of the room in a large chair in front of a desk.
“Body Guard!! I’ve been waiting a while for you. I just got news that my worst nemesis, Hetty, has been killed by Connor. My dad was there to witness it!! Anyway, did you get me my shoes???” “Yes, I did in fact, they’re right here in this box,” Sir Scot Dublin stepped closer to Tim smiling and opened the lid of the box. He reached inside and grabbed hold of the long shiny object in the box.
“Hurry, Hurry!!! I can’t wait to see them!!” The Body guard looked at Tim, then knocked Tim to the ground. In his hand, was a brand new shiny signature Food Network Knife. The man pressed the knife to Tim’s throat just barely piercing the skin on his neck. Tim lay on the floor in awe.
“I-I don’t understand. Why, why do you do this??”
“Tim, I’ve hated you for a while, waiting for a perfect chance to murder you and take over your empire. You made a mistake integrating prisms and humans. Prism are trustworthy would never become traitors. Humans however, are not like that. They lie, they tell on each other, they don’t care what happen to each other. They like to kill to get what they want. I am one of those people. (Did you know Ms. Fulton mercilessly Dropped my band grade from an A+ to a C just because I forgot to go to the Demo Concert. I honestly forgot because she didn’t give us any notes to take home and the Plank Band doesn’t have a Website. Can you believe that I have a Website, yet the band does not. That’s just a little memo for you. Never trust a cannibal.
“But, But, the earth portals. They’re programmed to only let the honest into Prism Land. How did you get through? How did you pass my test?? I don’t get it.”
“OH, I know you don’t get in. See, I hired someone else to take the test, then I took his place. The guy who took your test is leaving the sweet life in a palace I built for him.”
“How did you get through the portal? It’s impossible.”
“True, it is impossible for an untrustworthy person to get though your portals. Yet, I did not got though your portals.” A small smile appeared on the man’s face.
“What?”
“I have the power to travel though different worlds!!! I can enter Prism Land anytime I want. I can also shut down your portals anytime I want.” The Body guard took out a triangular devise from his pocket and clicked the red button that sat in the middle of the machine. There was a buzzing sound, then the small light above Tim’s desk that indicated which portals were open, became no longer lit. Tim still lay the on the floor watching his bodyguard. His mouth hung open as all that had just happed registered in his brain. A couple seconds went by, and Tim came to a stunning conclusion,
‘Your name’s not, really Sir Scot Dublin is it?”
‘Alas No.” The man reached his hand to his face and took off a mask. A long nose appeared on his face. His wig was removed revealing a head of gray hair. A portal began to appear in the room. (Hey, doesn’t wig remind you of Fig???)
‘He, he, He. Tim , I gotta say, this is one of most profitable moments in my lifetime. You will be taken to earth and locked up. With all your portals closed, you will not be able to return and all of Prism Land will not be able to go back to earth. In one hour, the Decahedrons from the north will invade Prism Land. Your prism forces will be quick to react and will rush to the northern frontier. However, once Prism town is soldier free, I shall open a giant portal to the south of Prism Land. I shall invade with human tank and take over. Once the troops come back from battle, I shall terminate them. All of Prism Land will be chained and transported to my Cuban sugar plantations. Prism Land will become my super prison. All my prisoners will be exported there. AI shall not have to worry about escaping prisoners because there is now way for them to get back to earth. They’ll be stuck in Prism Land.” Hetty tied a rope around Tim’s arms and removed the knife from his throat. Tim immediately snatched the triangular device from Hetty with his mouth and turned the dial with is tongue, redirecting the path of the portal. Tim then jumped through the circle and disappeared from sight. Hetty began to follow however just jumped across the room for the portal had already been closed.
#$@%$, Ah, who cares. It’s take him centuries to find the corrects number on the dial to get aback here. Is shall I continue with my plan.
Hetty’s plan was put into action. If you know even the least bit about Hetty, you’ll know that he plans each of his plans very carefully so there is no possible way for them to fail. In other words, his plan worked. As for Tim, he fell into a land where the grass is orange and the sky is green. You know what, I’m gonna tell you a bit about that.
Tim Fell to the ground of a New World.
‘Wow!! This is weird, the only worlds I know are Prism Land and Earth. I wonder where I am now.” Tim Looked around and noticed some guy walked across the field.
‘Hey You!! Guy!! Get over here!!” The guy came over. As he got close, Tim recognized him as Miguel.
“Hey Tim!! Like this world? I own it, you know I invented a way to travel through different worlds. See, I invented it myself,” Miguel held out a cube-like black box with a floating sphere in it,” it’s cool right? Well I’m glad your here, it’s pretty boring when you and these other two other people are the only ones that can portal travel. Especially when the other two are some nutty grown ups. Yeah, I have to spend almost all my free time trying to protect my land from Ms. Fulton and here Japanese assassin guy. Yeah, I’ve got Mexican assassins to protect me, but that’s me, not my land. You k---“
“Stop talking!”
“Can’t stop, I’ve got to much things to say. Anyway, Ms. Fulton’s always coming by here and saying...like... ‘hey Miguel!! OH, I’d like you to withdraw your assassins. ‘cause I need to kill a lot of people and can’t if your assassins are always pestering me!! Wanna by some lemon heads? If you do I‘ll stop bothering you. Please, cause if you don’t buy any then I’ll probably get beaten and my poor elf friends will get angry and start poopin’ in my house. Yeah, I need to sell these lemon heads.,’ boy that Ms. Fulton is weird.”
Miguel took Tim to a small house where Tim got to sleep in his own bed (Isn’t it nice that the two didn’t sleep together like Jake and Cody would have) Yep, that was whap happened.
Mr. Ropp decided not to tell the authorities about Connor. Instead he cut up the old man and stuffed his body parts in the walls of his house. The old man’s feet however were taken to a scientific lab. Mr. Ropp had one of his feet replaced with the old guy’s feet. Before his surgery he recited a poem:


I was reading a newspaper when the door bell rang, I thought it was the biller,
Outside was boy, he claimed his name was Connor Miller.
We traveled oh so far,
In a tiny small yellow car
In the end, the poor boy turned out to be a killer.

Now while we were there, the boy killed this man on a diet,
I tried to save him, I tried my best don’t you know it
Alas, he died in the street
I couldn’t help it...I took his feet.
And now, my feet are that of the man’s, who was a poet.


He was then put to sleep for the surgery. After he awoke, his exact quote was:

“I’m a poet and I didn’t even know it and my feet are Longfellow’s”
~ Mr. Ropp ~

Wow, two quotes in one story. That’s new one...well actually not. But anyhow, I just like to say that this story is currently on eight pages. Might as well go on with the story since I’m allowed to write four more before I reach my limit. Let’s see what’s going on with Miguel and Tim.

“Miguel, it’s so great you’re here. You can get me back to earth. Miguel....Just give me a hug.”
“I can’t”
“Why not”
‘’cause if I do, then I’d be gay.”
“I see, let’s just get me out of here. Miguel, open the portal.” Miguel rotated the sphere inside the black cube and turned that large cone that sat on the top of the device 90 degrees to the right. A large circle appeared in the air. Cody and Jake ran through crashing into to Tim knocking him to the ground.
“She’s coming!!! Close the portal Miguel. She’s coming for us!!!”
“Who is??” A distorted terrified facial expression appeared on Cody’s face.
‘The Lunch lady’s husband!!! He just found out the lunch lady’s got a crush on Jake and he’s seeking revenge on us!! Whoa we, you should’ve seen him. His name’s Richard Williams (No relation to Jack Williams, FBI agent) and he’s mad.” There was the sound of shouting coming from the other side of the portal.
“Come back here you two boys!! I’ve got the shotgun!!! You’ll never escape!!”
“Man, that was close. He almost got us. He’s freaky, he’s got ...like...purple eyes. It’s gross,” Jake looked at Tim, got closer to take a better look, then said,
“Hey Tim, is your dad hairy??”
‘What??”
“Is your dad Hairy? ‘Cause, like, you’ve got hair all over your upper lip and all over your neck.
‘You wanna know why I have Hair? It’s cause I’m a cannibal!!!” Tim jumped at Jake and Cody.
“Oh Jeez!!! I think I’ll take ,my chances with the Lunch lady’s husband. Miguel, give em the switcheroo!!!” Jake grabbed black cube and re-summoned the portal. The two boys (Jake and Cody) jumped back through the portal taking the device with them. The Portal closed behind them.

Tim and Miguel stood alone in Miguel’s world. Miguel starred in horror at Tim.
“What?... It was just a joke!”

P.S. This document has been written by Nicholas Makara. Just so you know, Mr. Williams isn’t the only one with Steel Sheep, Mr. Holub’s got a flock too.