Ice Mountain

On a Old Cattle ranch in eastern Montana, a cattle farmer in his mid-thirties sat in front of his television set enjoying a cup of fat-free Yougurt. He paused, a spoonful of yogurt halfway in his mouth, and flipped off the TV. Placing the yougurt container and spoon on the nearby stool, The man got up from the couch and walked briskly towards the front entrance of his house. He grabbed his gun from the rack above the door, and stepped outside. A series of mooing could be faintly heard from the fields of grass.
"Who's there!" The farmer hollered into the darkness. Straining his eyes, the man tried to examine his cattle herd from his front porch. Failing to see through the dark blanket of the night, he went back into his house only to get a flashlight, then began to trudge into the field to check on his cows.
Brushing the tall grass out of his way, the farmer pointed his flashlight towards the group of cows standing around. He moved his light around in all directions, but did not see anything or person that might have frightened the cows into mooing. Moving farther into the fields, the Man's light landed on a brown clump lying stationary on the ground. after another moments look, any cattle farmer would be able to classify it as a Bull Carcass. Around the dead cow, plants had been flattened to the ground as if something had burned them or perhaps stomped on top of them. The Carcass had unusual pieces of flesh missing from various parts. The missing flesh seemed to have been surgically removed with precise cuts, for the gaps in the meat were perfectly round. The Internal Organs, the eyeballs, and nearly every drop of blood seemed to be missing from the bull. It was not like any work a predator, vulture, or scavenger could achieve. A quiet sniffle quickly caused the man to shine is light towards the darker area of the field. He could see man standing among the Grass looking up towards the sky.
"Hey you! Freeze, this is private Property and I have a right to protect it!" The Farmer yelled pointing his gun in the direction of the man. Surprised, the man seemed to look over his shoulder at the gun.
"I mean it! Don't you make another move or I'll Shoot you!" The Farmer yelled again, his finger quivering near the trigger of the gun. The strange man now turned completely around to face the farmer and began to walk towards the dead carcass. There were two shots; and moments later, the Middle Aged Cattle Farmer lay next to his cow shot by a laser stun gun.

Location: Brazil

"Ha ha ha ha! Great work hunter 0555, our last gallon of Beef Blood has been harvested and we are set for space travel. Pilot 456, Prepare the Master Ship for intergalactic voyage. Technician 67, You may take the perimeter fence offline. Plutopians, We're going home!!"

ACCESS MAIN PROGRAM
PASSWORD: HELKKFHD

ACCESS MASTER SHIP DATABASE
PASSWORD: PLUTO

PROCESSING
PLEASE WAIT...

ACCESS GRANTED

COMMAND:
BEGIN ENGINE CHARGE
OPEN CARGO DOOR
BOOT UP COMPUTER STEERING PROGRAM

ENABLE AUTO COMMAND

Note: These people are not human, they're Plutopians. The human race thinks they are human.
Dr. Duane
Dr. Jason Byrd



Location: ICE MOUNTAIN

“Hello, this is prism Bill, head of computers at the ICE MOUNTAIN Earth base. Prismland Control, center do you copy?”
“Prism center Universe Control center here. What is your status on the 24 hour Inter-Universe Portal shut down?”
“The Portal’s have been successfully closed. Inter-World Communication will be shut down momentarily”
“That is very good. EVEREST earth base has already terminated all contact with us and the Cuban earth base is still managing to shut down their portals.”
“10 seconds till termination” “We have successfully shut down contact from 85 percent of our inter-Universe Connections. Prism experts have said that this year's Inter-Universal storms will be worse this time than ever before. They believe that all connections should be turned off in 30 minutes to ensure no deadly storms are transferred into any Universes.”
“5 seconds till Termination”
“This is Prism Center Universe Control Center going offline with ICE MOUNTAIN earth base. Cya”
“Inter-Universe Communication Terminated”

The prisms within the Mountain remained silent as most of their inter-com speakers turned off. Upon one of the computers in the room, a message appeared.

The application, “Prism” has abnormally failed. Computer systems are automatically booting up on program “square”. To restart “Prism” please get permission from either Prism Center Universe Control or Tim Ropp.

Note to reader: Computers in which Prisms use run on two operating systems. Prism, the more advanced system created recently and used by nearly all prisms. And Square, an earlier operating system, which is much less efficient. Only poor creatures such as the Pyramids, or perhaps some 3rd class Prisms use this as it can be manipulated easily by evil creatures that wish to take control of an establishment.


Far out somewhere far away from civilization in a valley located at the bottom of a one mountain included in large Mountain Range, the Swiss Alps; was a small party of lost creatures all of which would be categorized in the Animal Kingdom. Tall forest evergreens could be seen in all directions and nowhere in the valley did there seem to be any sort of human-made path. It was rather cold although it was not yet winter, and dark clouds circled overhead. Among the party of creatures standing in this valley, was Hetty (An old dude who has bee working with DWARF planet Pluto trying to kidnap two little children), Mr. Perry (An alien wanted by the Plutopian Government for numerous crimes), and Julio (A Mexican who is actually Miguel’s Real father). Also among the party were three underage creatures categorized as Homo Sapiens. These “children” were Cody (A boy who’s brain is much), Jake (A boy who enjoys playing the base Drum and likes Barneyã), and Tim Ropp (A normal kid who just so happens to be the leader of a species from a different Universe). Hetty, Julio, and Mr. Perry all -------------- removed there weapons from there coats and pointed them at teach other. Mr. Perry carried a Plutopian laser gun, Hetty carried a flame thrower-like weapon, and Julio carried a Butchering Knife.
“Neither one of you move!” Hetty warned. “I want to know whether or not one of you had anything to do with this.” Mr. Perry turned his gun away from Hetty and pointed at Julio.
“I know it was not I who brought us here to this forest, and if you did not, Then I can conclude that it was the Mexican!”
“What?” Julio exclaimed. Hetty turned his gun away from Mr. Perry and began to shoot Miguel’s Dad. However, something you must know about Julio, is that he has lots of practice running from Gum men. He lived in a bad neighborhood in Mexico where everybody hated him and was constantly trying to murder him. Julio was able to dive into the bushes thus avoiding the deadly flames of Hetty’s gun. The ball of fire continued into the air then disappeared.
“Hey you! This is Private Property, You’re under arrest,” called a ranger in the distance riding a small horse. He pointed his rifle towards Hetty and Mr. Perry.
“What did you say, I couldn’t hear!”
“I said, You’re under Arrest! Put your hands up!”
“WHAT? Did you say you were giving me a test? On Ketchup?” “Put your hands up or I’ll will be forced to shoot you!”
“You want me to shoot you?” The Ranger started to gallop in Hetty’s Direction. He fired a shot into the air as to cause fear. Once he was a good 10 feet away from Hetty, he tried once again to make his statement.
“You two, this is Private Property. I have the right to put you under arrest and take you back to the Ranger cabin.”
“Really? So you’re gonna take us back to your cabin for a trial or something?”
“You have the right to remain silent”
“I just had this crazy Idea, why don’t we have the trial here?”
“Don’t say another word or I will be forced to shoot you. Come on, we’re heading to the cabin.” A t this point, Hetty did not say anything else. Mr. Perry however began to talk.
“Court starts now. Hetty has been charged with trespassing on private property. Subject Innocent! What? Oh, Mr. Ranger has been charged with Murder.” The ranger fired a shot at Mr. Perry, however Mr. Perry, Being a creature from planet Pluto is, as you know resistant to gunfire. The only thing that can harm him is flame. The Ranger’s eyes filled with fear. He fired again, then smacked the sides of his horse to get the horse to start running.
“The Judge has decided that Mr. Ranger deserves the Death Penalty,” Mr. Perry said smiling. Hetty, no longer under the gunpoint of the Ranger fired a series of flame balls towards the horse.
The small group decided to travel to the top of the nearest mountain as so Mr. Perry could signal a Plutopian Ship to rescue them. Then began their climb up the snowy mountain, however soon found out that Julio, who lived in mexico, was not accustomed to the snow and could not climb due to the coldness. Cody and Jake also had a small problem since both of them are small and weak.
"This is not gonna work," Julio Stated. Hetty extracted binoculars from his coat and examined the surrounding area.
"Hey kid, take a look at this." Both Cody and Jake turned around at the sound of the word 'kid' (Because they were kids) but then went back to what they were doing when they Saw Hetty handing Tim the binoculars (Tim was the kid Hetty was referring to)
"See those creatures over there?" Hetty whispered adjusting the binoculars so that Tim would be able to see what he was talking about.
"Yeah!! This is Awesome, boy are we in luck. Those are my best buddy prisms. I can just signal them over here and tell 'em to fly us back home. Lucky me, I'll be back in time for Marching Band. Woohoo!!!!!!"
"Marching Band is Dumb."
"Shut up or you don't get off this mountain."
Reluctantly, Hetty kept his mouth shut.



“Prisms! It is I, your one leader, TIM ROPP!” The group of shapes could be seen getting closer in the distance and it was not long before the group, at least 300 strong, was standing right before Hetty and his small posse.
“Your Lordship. Why are you not in Prismland? The Portals have been long closed due to the Inter-universe Storms. No matter, it is a good thing we have run into you and your friends here. Come to the safety of our camp and we shall tell you the details. Then you must introduce us to your fellow travelers."



“Hahaha! Tim, we know who you are. Let’s see your friends. Yup, we know some of them. You,” the prism pointed towards Hetty, “I know you. You’re the one coordinating the Cuban p---l” one of the smaller prisms elbowed the main prism in the rib, “Sugar Plantations. You own the whole establishment no?” Hetty looked T the foreign creature suspiciously.
“Yes, I do own some businesses in that area....”
“Businesses. He, he, ---“ The smaller prism nudged the head prism once more. “Sorry, I have a little neurological problem which causes my voice to quiver producing a sound much like snickering. Anyway, you!” The prism pointed towards Mr. Perry; “You’re one of those super alien beings from the planet fluto. I’ve heard much about you and your abilities.” Mr. Perry glared at the blue shape and stated dryly,
“It is called the Planet Pluto, and it is no longer a planet but a dwarf planet thank you much.”
“My bad, I will be sure never to make the mistake again. Um...Who is this filthy brown man and these two disgusting little human cubs?” Asked the prism motioning towards Julio, Cody, and Jake. Jake and Cody didn’t answer because they were to busy picking the booger Popsicles out of their noses to hear. Julio did nothing either although if it was not for the strange shape of the creature he had never before seen, he would’ve most likely taken out his machete. Hetty was the one who eventually answered.
“Don’t mind them. They have for some reason ended up together with us today, but I assure you that you want nothing o do with them.”
“Well.....Is that all of you? There are no more?” The prisms said looking behind Mr. Perry apparently looking for more people.
“Why...were you expecting somebody else?” Hetty interrogated.
“NO! I mean, no of course not. Why would I be expecting somebody on the top of Ice Mountain in the middle of an Inter-Universe Storm surge? Come on, that’s crazy dude. Crazy!” The prisms paused, then finished, “I’ll be back in one moment. I need to talk with my advisor.”
The prism walked over to one of the other prisms standing in the snow and began to whisper naughty things into his ear. He slapped the prism, then walked back over to Hetty.
“You’ll have to excuse my actions. I have this Neuro problem in which I sometimes cannot control my body part movements. It’s a rare problem found only In Prisms. Pay no attention to it, I don’t usually have any problems.
“I see” Hetty mumbled unconvinced. The head Prisms coughed into his sleeve.
“Well. Now that you have introduced yourselves to me, I will introduce myself to you. My name is T-prism. A family name that has been passed down for centuries. Pleased to meet all of you.”
“I don’t remember anybody by the name of T-Prism on the rosters” Tim stated.
“Well, I’m actually not a Prism general. I was just a gunman, however the leader got shot by friendly fire and died. I took his place”
“HE got shot? Good old Tompkins, how on earth did it happen?”
“Well, He was drinking some tea when a small avalanche was set off in the distance. There was panic throughout the camp, and some prisms fired their guns. He got shot three times before he eventually sprawled out onto the floor bleeding and died.”
“That’s horrible! What’s your name again.”
“T-prism”
“Tell me T-Prisms. Why are you not at the base? Where are we exactly?” “I will tell you, my master. See, what happened was,” The prism paused for a moment and signaled to one of the other prisms to do something. Neither Tim nor I know what the signal was exactly.
“Something went wrong with the Main Computer systems and ‘prism’ abnormally went offline. The technicians attempted to restart the program without success. As you know, today is the inter-universal storm system day in which all inter-world communications are put offline to avoid any of the electrical charges of the storm from affecting any of our electrical lines and such. So the nerd prisms said we would wait out the storm with ‘square’ running the computers and then once we had contact with Prismland, we’d reinstall the operating systems. HOWEVER, suddenly somebody was able to gain control of ‘square’ and control of all of ICE Mountain’s computers. The temperature of the complex was edited, as so it would stay at a constant 70 degrees Fahrenheit. Since all of the walls of ICE MOUNTAIN are made of ice, the walls melted and half of all the prisms working there drowned.”
“WHAT?”
“They drowned and died. Some people managed to break down the east exit doors and escape. Such as me and my small troupe.”
“We must do something!”
“I agree completely. I have already mapped out the plan.” T-Prism snapped his fingers and one of the small prisms in the group walked over and handed him some papers. T-Prism scattered them out onto the snow and began to point and motion to the diagrams as he explained the plan.
“What we do, is simply hike around the mountain (which just happens to be the base btw) to the north exits. Then, we use the alien dude” he pointed towards Mr. Perry, “and he simply uses his alien powers to shut down the power on the door so we can push it open. Then we go inside and he uses his power to shut down the computers. That will wipe out whoever is controlling the computers. We’ll all camp out with marshmallows inside the base until the storms are over, then Prismland will restart ‘Prism’ and all will be well.”
“Sounds awesome. But.....”
“But?”
“All these diagrams. Where did they come from?”
“The diagrams? Well we drew them right after the downfall of the base.”
“But how did you know you were gonna meet me and the alien? It explains the part about Mr. Perry right here.” Tim pointed to one of the paragraphs in one of the papers.
“How did we know? Uhhhhh...We didn’t know. I was just joking; we made the diagrams right now. How would we know that you would be here? That’s crazy. What do you think we did? Zap you all hear using a liquid portal in which we dropped into your water sources?”
“Well...”
“That’s crazy? Where would you get an idea like that? Time to go, not time to talk. Carry out MEN!!!” T-prism hastily said. He walked away and did not wait for Tim to finish. Tim did not press T-prism for any answers because he had just finished a liter of Alcoholic Mountain due in which he was given by the prisms.

All the prisms hiked across the snow-covered mountain for 3 hours. Then they set up camp right outside the north exit gates.

Tim came out of one of the tents eating a freshly microwave Tamale (He got special treatment since he was the leader of the prisms), when he happened to See Jake and Cody trudging across the snow away from the camp.
“Where are you two going? To worship the Base Drum god?” Tim called out. Cody and Jake turned around to look at him. They were carrying fishing rods, pails, and many man layers of clothing. The two whispered to each other like girls to discuss whether or not they would tell him.
“The base drum god? Nah, we already did that. We’re gonna go Ice Fishing!”
“No you’re not. You’re staying here at camp with the prisms and me. When you guys wander off, it just attracts random people to come and kidnap you. You do not even know how to Ice Fish.”
“Random people? I don’t ever remember being kidnapped by any random people. Not a random Old guy, not random aliens, not a random guy named Jeff King. You sure are a joker. See ya, Tim.”
The two boys waddled clumsily into the deep snow heading towards the frozen lake that lay a mile or two towards the western side of the mountain. As they began to get out of hearing distance of Tim, Cody called out one last sentence to him,
“You could come with if you want. We’re making Sushi afterward. Yum Yum!”
A few minutes later, Tim Ropp was walking (Not waddling) across the snow along with Jake and Cody carrying his own Fishing Rod and Pail.



“You! We’ve got something to say concerning our deal.”
The Blue prism looked over towards Julio, Hetty, and the Plutopian. He frowned and pointed to himself as if silently asking if they were talking to him.
“Yeah! You see anybody else in this room we might be talking to? Me and my companions here think that you and your buddies are conning us out of our side of the deal”
The Prism raised his eyebrows in surprise. He walked up towards the scowling group that towered over him.
“You feel as if we are not treating you properly? How may I ask did you come to this conclusion because the prisms party in which you are housing with would be happy to oblige to any changed you think necessary.”
“You said you were gonna pay us in straight cash if we helped you get back to your base. We want our cash now. Also, all those Sentries patrolling around us all the time. I am sure that my posse and I would prefer if they were put off duty. The large guns in which they carry intimidate us and make us feel as if we do not have the free choice to leave at any time.” The Blue prism smiled and took out a small pen. He began to write something on a small piece of prism parchment.
“These requests seem very reasonable indeed. There is small problem however. Our cash in which we play to give you is currently locked inside a Prism Vault inside our ICE MOUNTAIN base. I assure you that as soon as we have access to this vault, you will get your share of money. In fact, I was just about to head over to your tent to tell you that our Watchmen have spotted one of the entrances to the interior of the Mountain. We will head out to this door as soon as you are ready and you will get your money. As for the Sentries, I will be sure to tell them to carry their smaller guns rather than their larger ones.” The Blue shape smiled at the group of protesters, then self induced himself to vomit in the toilet because he was Bulimic. (No offense if you are bulimic)


Tim, Jake, and Cody all huddled in a circle holding their fishing rods. The three had found a frozen lake and Cody and peed onto the ground in an attempt to melt a hole in the ice. It was working, however he ran out of pee, so Jake had to do it too. There still was not enough Pee so they hunted down a deer and used the warm blood to melt a hole in the ice. (Notice how Tim did not volunteer to go to the bathroom on the ice)
After a while of unsuccessful fishing, Jake began to complain about a pain occurring in his butt. It is not known for sure what the problem was, because neither Tim nor Cody decided to look and see what was wrong. It is most likely; however, that Jake’s butt was beginning to develop frostbite due to the fact he was sitting on the ice of a frozen pond.
“I think I’m gonna go head back to the camp. You two can stay here and catch more fish; I’ll be back as soon as I can find some cream or something. See you in a while” Jake slowly got up from his position on the frozen lake and cringed at the pain. He gathered his things and began to hike across the snowy mountain.



Meanwhile, The Prism campsite had been packed up and the rows of prisms were all stationed in front of the North Doors. T-prism motioned for Mr. Perry to come forward. The Plutopian walked through the crowd the steel doors and snapped his fingers. There seemed to be no affect, however when T-Prism tried to open the exit, the door swung wide open freely.
“You’re in your base. We’ll be going now, send the cash in a check by express mail”
“What? You cannot leave now. You must stay and eat food with us.”
“Look, shape dude, we don’t want food. We’ll just walk back down the mountain and a helicopter will pick us up. I can call for one right now.” Hetty took out a phone and dialed the number for the Indiana Hetty Headquarters. The head prism knocked the phone of his hands and stomped on it.
“I am so sorry!” He said, “It’s those neurologic problems again. Just can’t control myself.”
“Neurologic Problems huh?”
“Yeah. I very annoying problem really.” The prisms stated. Hetty could see from the side of his head Prisms holding large guns beginning to get closer.
“I don’t believe you”
“Let’s not get violent Hetty. I promise you that we are not doing anything to harm you. A shooting is not necessary.”
“%$#& You”
“I’m sorry you feel that way,” T-Prism backed away as so he would not be in range if Hetty attempted to shoot anybody. “Take him down prisms.”
Hetty started to spin in a circle as the prisms tried to carry out T-Prisms orders. He pulled out his flame-thrower from his jacket and began to fire balls of fire in all directions. Prisms carrying guns fell dead around him, but it was not long before some managed to fire some shot towards Hetty in which Hetty had to avoid. As more Prisms arrived the scene, it became harder for Hetty to avoid being shot. Soon enough, Hetty was grabbed from behind and the tip of gun was jabbed into his back. The head Prism screamed to his men,
“Get the Alien and the Mexican under containment!” Surprisingly, The Plutopian was captured easier than Hetty was even with his Plutopian technology and Plutopian killing power. The prisms seemed to have practiced Plutopian Hunting.
“What is this? That kid was plotting to get money out of me wasn’t he?” T-prism shot Hetty with a tranquilizer dart. Unlike villains in previously stories, he did not take up a page explaining his master plans.
“My Army!!” T-Prism called to all the men of camp. He carried a megaphone. “Take out your guns and enter the base. Shoot all the Rectangular Prisms you see with Tranquilizer.”
“YES SIR!” The prisms said simultaneously as they began to march through the north doors into the base. Screaming could be heard from inside however it did not last long. ICE MOUNTAIN had been taken over a bare minutes.
“Where’s the leader boy, make sure you chop his body up in little pieces and force the Mexican to eat it.” T-Prism ordered. “Kill the two useless boys and use the base’s phone systems to radio the Pyramid Prime Minister. Tell him to prepare his forces for the Prismland attack.



Jake wandered through the snow, lost as a little puppy, until he soon came across a small building. It was actually more like a hut, built on a slant against the steep slopes of the mountain. Cold and tired, the Barney-loving boy decided to go inside to check it out.
Rows of shelves outlined the walls of the small hut. Among these shelves were various Indian sculptures and Artifacts. Many clay pots sat on display with price tags hanging from their handles. Jake slowly began to wander throughout the isles of the hut, which appear to be a small shop of some sort, and admired all the pieces of Artwork. He arrived at the Counter and called out the word ‘hello’ looking for a cashier or some sort of manager. A man with red hair walked out from the back room. He squinted towards Jake confused, then said,
“How may I help you?”
“Hey. Do you have any Butt Cream here? I know this looks like an Art shop, but possibly do you have any cream ‘cause I seem to be getting a butt rash that I think has been caused by some sort of poisonous plant.” The man at the counter frowned towards the small boy.
“Butt cream? I will check my storage rooms, however I doubt I will find any. May I ask how a small child like yourself has ended up in the Himalayas with a Butt rash?” Jake laughed and scratched his butt a few times.
“That’s a funny story to tell. See I tend to forget a lot of things a lot. For instance, one time I was at school getting into this car to go to an Amish Farm, and then I was in my bed waking up from a long sleep. And then I was in an underwater Submarine, but woke up in Egypt. I remember an old guy shooting people a lot. I told my parents about all this stuff but they told me they were all dreams.”
“I see. Do you remember how you got here by any chance?”
“I do in fact! I was in this little valley with my Dad, a Mexican, an old dude, and my friends Tim and Cody.”
“Old dude?”
“Yeah. His name was Hetty”
The man took a pot off the shelf and hit Jake in the head giving Jake Amnesia. Jake went unconscious for few moments, then said groggily,
“Whu? How did I get here? Who are you Mr.?”
“HoHOHO!! I’m your Scottish Cousin Alberto!”
“Hi Cousin!”
“Hi! We’ better get to work now!” “Huh?”
“Yeah! Don’t you remember? You work here with me everyday. It’s a small shop where we sell pots! We’re pot selling buddies!”
“Yeah!! Hooray!!”
“We’d better work! Just go over there and clean all the pots with this rag!” The red haired guy handed Jake a Rag and Jake began to clean all the merchandise. While Jake did this, The man (Alberto) began to head into the back room however stopped when the front door of the shop opened. Tim and Cody entered. Alberto ran over to them with an excited grin on his face.
“Hello kids! Welcome to child town where children always come and love to stay!!!” He said smiling. Cody began to run around in circles and screamed,
“HOORAY!! We made it child town! Isn’t that great Tim? We can stay here and be happy forever!!!” Cody was soon out of sight as he danced into the back rooms of the shop.
“Who are you?” demanded Tim to the man.
“Who am I? I am MUKA! The king of Child Town, The guardian o--------“
“Shut up. There is no Child Town and you are not MUKA whoever that is. This is Stupid, what’s the deal? Why are you up here in the middle of the mountains telling children that this is child town?”
“Sorry, Can’t talk now. I have an important errand to run,” The man stated hastily. Tim started to exit the shop but Alberto grabbed Tim’s Collar and prevented him from heading out the door. He pushed Tim to the ground and ran through the front door. Albert shut the door behind him locking it with a key. Tim got up from the ground attempting to follow the man but shortly found out that the door could not be unlocked from the inside without a key. He attempted to break a window without succeeding. Trying to locate the Red haired man from the still intact window, Tim watched as Alberto jumped on the snow Mobile parked outside, and drove away.


The Triangular Prisms took over the world and killed everybody who they hated...........Or did they?


P.S. This Document has been written by Nicholas Makara. The information has been taken from footage captured by the Google Earthã Satellites.