What Really Happened

Plutopian Brazilian Headquarters:

“Captain, the Fuel tanks have been filled and the land based computers have been shut down accordingly. Full Command has been switched to the Master Ship’s controls.”
“Superb. How are we doing in filling up the Cargo holds of the Master Ship?”
“They are nearly ready to be sealed for Inter-Solar System Travel. The Master Ship’s Radar has been calibrated correctly and the pilot light for the Twin Engines has been lit.”
“I’m impressed. What exactly is our position regarding the Master Ship’s self defense?”
“The Dual Core Lasers have been primed and can be fired at moments notice. All miniature Plutopian Scout Ships are in air circling the grounds to ensure protection of this area. They are ready to be loaded into the master Ship’s Mini-ship cargo hold as soon as Take off Begins”
“So are we prepared to take off?”
“Yes sir. As soon as you give the command, we can launch the Master Ship into its oval shaped Path that will send it safely out of Earth’s Atmosphere and on it’s track to Pluto.”
“Excellent!”
“Yes it is, sir”
“Then...FIRE UP THE INTER-SOLAR SYSTEM MASTER SHIP!”

Note: Inter-galactic travel across solar systems can only be achieved by ships (Such as the master ship) that are designed for such travel. Standard Plutopian ships, such as the scout ships, are not equipped with the proper appliances for Inter-Solar System travel.
Location: ICE MOUNTAIN prism base

“ARE YOU SURE YOU WISH TO SHUT DOWN ALL SECURITY UNITS FOR THIS FACILITY?”
“Yes”
“ALL SECURITY SYSTEMS HAVE BEEN SHUT DOWN.”
“Connect to EVEREST rec. prism base.”
“DO YOU WISH TO TURN ON COMMUNICATION DEVICES TO THE Mount Everest RECTANGULAR PRISM BASE?”
“Yes”
“PHONE LINES, INTERNET SEVERS, AND ONE-WORLD PORTALS HAVE BEEN ENABLED.”
“Fart!” T-prism laughed. “Hey Bill, can you hear me?” he said into the microphone.
“I can hear you T-Prism. I take it that you successfully took control of Ice Mountain?”
“You bet’cha. How did the Everest battle go?”
“Everybody was already dead when I got there. They ate some bad meat and got salmonella,” said the prism on the other line. His name was bill. T-prism sneered.
“Stupid! Do you know if Sam was able to take over the main Cuban portal? He said he had problems with the defense earlier today.”
“He said he still couldn’t get in. A bunch of men with plungers were shooting everybody. He ended up just blowing the place up with anti-portal gases”
“That’ll due. At this time tomorrow, I will prove to all those Rectangular Prisms that they are not the only creatures in this dimension. For millions of years, they have lived as the dominant species not only because of their intelligence level, but also because of their sufficient numbers. The Triangular Prisms have always been smarter but have been limited to living deep within the Rocky mountains cut off from the rest of society because there are not enough of us to make a difference anywhere. With all of the Earth Prism bases at our command, it will be easy to destroy all of Prismland.”
“Don’t get to crazy T-Prism. You’ve been none to go on homicides.”
“After the storm surges are over, armies from all of the major portals will flood into Prismland killing the un-expecting Prismland Army.”
“Whatever. I gotta go T-prism. I’ll radio you if there are any problems”


The red haired man on his snowmobile, Alberto, dialed The number for Hetty Headquarters and he drove across the snow in his snow mobile (Because you drive in snow when you have a snow mobile not in mud or mustard or grass)
“HELLO, YOU HAVE REACHED HETTY HEADQUARTERS WOULD YOU LIKE TO LEAVE A MESSAGE?”
“Hey, This is Alberto I used to work for Hetty. You know the boys that you’re obsessed with, I got ’em.”
“Hetty IS CURRENTLY NOT AVAILBLE TO TAKE YOU CALL. IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO FURTHER ATTEMPT TO REACH HIM, PRESS 5 NOW.”
Alberto pressed 5
“Hetty HAS MANY PHONE NUMBERS. PRESS 1 FOR HIS HOME CELL, PRESS 2 FOR HIS HOME PHONE, PRESS 3 FOR HIS ASSISTANT CELL, PRESS 4 FOR HIS BRAZILIAN CELL, PRESS 5 FOR HIS BRAZILIAN OFFICE NUMBER, PRESS 6 FOR THE PLUTPIAN HEADQUARTERS MAIN CONTROL ROOM NUMBER, PRESS 7 FOR UNDERGROUND TRAIN #1 PHONE NUMBER, PRESS 8 FOR UNDERGROUND TRAIN #2 PHONE NUMBER,”
These went on for half an hour. Alberto attempted to call each one and it took really long. There are like 50 different underground trains.



Hetty and Mr. Perry were tied to wooden chairs and Mr. Perry's fingers were kept apart so he could not snap (use his killing power) Julio was somehwere else.

“Sir, we’ve got one of the Blue dude’s vessels circling the premises.” T-Prism frowned.
“How many do you suppose?”
“Only one, sir” The prism stated. T-Prism walked over to one of the Base Windows and peered out to catch a glimpse of the circling Plutopian scout Ship floating high in the air. The Dual core lasers glinted in the sunlight.
“Don’t try to start an attack with it. Make sure you keep the base quiet and don’t let anybody out.”
“Why sir?”
“I am not sure of the amount of power these aliens possess. He’s probably in search of the alien man that we have captive. Bring him over here so he can see his fellow-species search for him and find nothing.”
“Yes sir”
Mr. Perry and Hetty were dragged from the dungeon and told to look out the window. Triangular Prism gunmen kept guns pressed against their backs to ensure they did not attempt to escape.
“Hello Alien from the Dwarf Planet. See that up there,” T-Prism said pointing towards the space vessel, “Does that belong to your species?”
“Yes”
“I believed so. I just wanted to tell you that we know how advanced you guys are. WE know that you can detect sound and movement for hundreds of miles away. That is why this base is going to keep completely quiet. Don’t bother to scream, the walls are soundproof.”
Mr. Perry was about to say something, but didn’t have a chance because suddenly a curly haired man entered the room. He was the only man in the room with the exception of Hetty.”
“Hey Dudes! Looks like there’s some sort of top secret meeting here!” The man received a series of glares from the prisms.
“This is top secret”
“Oh! Well I guess right! I just won twenty bucks from myself”
“How did you get in here?”
“Oh, I just opened the door. It was unlocked.”
“Why are you here exactly?” “Well I received a pizza order, you know? I’m the Pizza delivery dude so I deliver the Pizza. Here,” he handed T-Prism a pizza, “That’ll be 350 dollars due to the inconvenient distance. I had to rent a helicopter.”
“I see....” T-Prism said. “I appreciate your dedication to your business, but I have to say that I won’t be paying you today.”
“Excuse me? You have to pay.”
“NO. I don’t.” The creature from a different world stated rubbing his forehead, “see, you weren’t supposed to see any of this. It’s top secret......” The pizza boy gave the prisms a look of comprehension.
“That’s right pizza boy. I’m gonna have to kill you.”

I once dreamed I was being attacked by this weird fat lady. She was trying to drag me into the basement where something bad was going on. She was punching me, when suddenly Eric Raber came walking down the Street. The lady hid in the bushes. It old him to help me and told him I was being attacked. He laughed and said ‘right nick. Right’ and left. The lady came back out and continued to attack. Then Loreto came walking down the street. I told him I was being attacked. Then the dream ended.

“No. Please, I won’t tell anybody what’s going on up here.”
“I am sorry but...”
“Please!” T-Prism began to take out his prism pistol. The pizza boy’s eyes darted around the room looking for a path of escape. He could see now that everybody around him was armed. The boy wished he had some Marijuana he could smoke that would settle his nerves. As T-prism’s arm began to point the gun in the direction of the pizza guy, the guy took action. He bolted towards T-prism while at the same time repeatedly screaming
“I’ve got Aids!” And attempting to bite the head Triangular Prism. The surprised and disoriented head prism mis-fired his gun missing the boy completely. As the pizza guy tackled him to the floor, his grip on the gun was lost and the gun clattered to the ground. The armed guards looked around unsure whether to leave Hetty and Mr. Perry and help their leader, or stay with their orders to ensure the containment of the two men. After a few moments of AIDS infected biting, the prisms released their guns from the backs of their victims and pointed towards the Attacker. The pizza boy was tranquilized with a single shot from a LOUD prism tranquilizer gun. T-Prism was helped to his feet.
“Idiots! The alien ship might’ve censored that sound!”
Prisms rushed to the window to watch the Plutopian scout ship circling the mountain. The advanced weaponry did not seem to have detected any sound and remained dormant but prepared for attack.
“Get the Old man and his friend back over here. For the life of one, you have risked the entire future of the Triangular Prism Colony.”
A troupe of triangular prisms raided the base search of the men.
T-Prism headed towards the main control room running to notify the rest of the Prisms over the loud speakers. Then he tripped over a banana peel and smashed into a file cabinet. Some barbells, on top of the cabinet, fell off from the top smashing into a rifle that just happened to be loaded. The rifle fired a single shot towards an oxygen tank that was propped against the far side of the room for decoration. If yo ever have seen the movie JAWSã then you would’ve seen that this one dude blew up a shark with an Oxygen Tank. Anyhow, The Oxygen tank exploded thus shattering the huge window that sat against the far side of the room displaying a grand view of the mountainside.
Immediately after the occurrence of the explosion, the dual core lasers merged onto the Plutopian aircraft instantly darted towards the source of the loud sound.

PLUTOPIAN SHIP COMPUTER:

LOUD UNIDENTIFIED SOUND WAVES HAVE BEEN DETECTED
SHIP IS POTENTIALLY THREATENED
DUAL LASERS HAVE BEEN ARMED



Location: at the Indian shop
Jake and Cody were running around playing catch with a rare antique Indian pot.



I wrote the following page at the beginning, and now that I have written the rest, I decided I didn’t want to include this anymore. But then, I thought maybe some people would want to read it. So I put it in anyway. When you see the words EAT EAT FOOD, then you will know that this extra stuff has ended and the story has continued.



Location: Ice Mountain

“That is quite good luck for us, my friend. We will use the Alien in which we have here as a hostage. Then we will force the vessel to give us laser driven Missile Launchers in which we use in our Attack against Prismland. ” T-Prism pointed to one of the triangular prism guards, “Hey you. Go get the Mexican from the kitchen and send him outside onto the outside of the mountain. Tell him to tell the aliens that we have one of their kind captive and if they want to see him alive again, they’ll land their ship and give us a laser driven missile launcher.”
“Yes sir” the guard replied.
Julio was thrown into the snow with no Jacket. From inside the base, T-Prism watched the area with Binoculars.
Julio wandered through the snow for a while shivering. Above him, The Plutopian Scout Ship continued to circle. It slowly began to descend...And a tractor beam came down and sucked Julio up.
“They took the Mexican,” T-Prism stated. He continued to watch waiting for the Plutopian ship to completely land. However, shortly after Julio was Abducted, The ship once again rose into the air and continued to circle the mountain. T-Prisms Frowned.
“Humph. Perhaps the Aliens do not speak Mexican Language. You!” he said pointing to another guard, “Throw one of our kind out there to talk to the Aliens, Make sure he is fluent in all languages.”
“Yes sir,” The prism replied.
A highly respected Triangular Prism with big muscles and a potty mouth was thrown outside into the snow. He got abducted. There was a moment of great suspense as T-prism waited to see what the Plutopian ship would do.... Then there was a cry of joy from the Triangular Prisms as the Plutopian Ship landed onto the snowy mountainside.
“My Friends! I am happy you have agreed to my requests!” T-Prisms greeted as he walked up to the ship. Two Plutopian climbed out with angry glares on there face.
‘SHOOMALOCOC! How dare you send one of your stupid undeveloped species onto our ship to insult us? HSIKKJNLKKJEJFHJKJ! SHOOOKOOLOOOKO!! ZOMALOCKIDOO!”
“I am sorry I did not intend to insult you plutops.”
“You have the nerve to insult us again? “ The Plutopian once again began to cuss in Plutopian and let out a stream of laser fire across the snow.
“Let’s not get viole------ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAP.”
“Ow! How dare you fire your guns at me! You will be very sorry you stupid ugly aliens from your stupid planet which is not even a planet anymore!!”
“AFLHDL:FHADS:OFLA!! HOW DARE YOU! It is you who will be sorry Prism!”
“HAHa! You couldn’t do anything to me; you’re to stupid trying to blow up other people’s planets. The intergalactic police should’ve destroyed your planet all together.”
The Plutopian screamed in rage. Both pointed aimed their laser guns towards T-prism and let out beams of laser fire in all directions, however T-prism had already retreated back into the protection of his triangular Prism army.
“You are stupid creatures!” He screamed, “There is two of you and thousands of my men. We are armed with guns and missiles. You have just picked a fight in which you cannot win. ARMY! Fire at will.”

Note: the Plutopian killing power does not work on Prisms.

Fire and lasers flew in all directions. As I so stated before, the triangular prisms seemed to have been trained in the Plutopian fighting techniques and it was an unusually unfair fight with the benefits being on the Prism side.

EAT EAT FOOD

As fighting broke out between the plutopians and the prisms, Hetty and Mr. Perry were running through the heart of the base along the long corridors. They met Julio in the kitchen working as a chef and invited him to come along. The three traveled down the hallways until they came to a single door with the sign reading “Control Room” nailed onto it. The three smashed the locked door to the ground and entered the room. Computers surrounded the area each with a large leather chair placed in front of it. All of the chairs were empty except one, in which you could see the top of somebody’s head.
“Hey you! Turn around, there’s three of us and we’re all armed. Don’t try anything or we’ll shoot you,” ordered Mr. Perry.
The chair turned around to reveal Tim sitting in it munching on some sort of disgusting cheesy chiliburger thing.
“Where did you come from?” Hetty demanded.
“Me? Well I used the secret secret shortcut passageway that nobody knows about except me. It was too far a walk form the Indian artifact shop all the way to the north gate so I just went the secret way.”
“Indian Artifact shop?”
“Yeah”
“Whatever. Kid, look, there’s a riot going on back there and everybody’s getting shot and killed.”
“You shot people?”
“I didn’t. But other people are. There’s a riot”
There’s gonna be a riot?” “There is already a riot!”
“You started a riot!”
“I didn’t start a riot. The prisms did!”
“HOW DARE YOU START A RIOT WITH THE PRISMS!”
“I didn’t start a riot!”‘Good. The there’s no riot.”
“Yes there is!”
“You started it?”“NO!”
At this point, the prism base intercom went on. “ATTENTION ALIENS. SURRENDER NOW OR WE WILL SHOOT YOU DOWN WITH MISSILES FROM A DIFFERNT WORLD IN WHICH YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN BEFORE. I REPEAT WE ARE PREPARED TO LAUNCH MISSILES”
Tim Frowned.
“Hey, I never gave any permission for them to shoot missiles. I gonna have to have a little talk with T-Prism,” he stated.
“You’re stupid! T-Prism is that bad guy, he’s gonna shoot you with a missile if you try to talk to him.”
“What are you talking about?”
A bunch of triangular prisms on the other end of the hallway spotted Tim, Hetty, and Mr. Perry.
‘There they are! Shoot ‘em!” Hetty dived behind his desk and dispatched his gun. Tim laughed.
“Why are you taking your gun out? They will not shoot you when I am near. They have the risk of shooting me. Watch, I will tell them to go away,” Tim walked into the center of hallway and faced the mob of triangular prisms running towards him, “Prisms! It is I, Timothy Ropp. I command you to stop where you are and lower your guns!!!” The mob continued to run and managed to fire a few gunshots in Tim’s direction in which all of them missed.
“STOP NOW!”
They didn’t stop.
“YOU ARE BANISHED!”
They continued to run.
“YOU WILL BE HUNTED DOWN BY THE PRISM ARMY AND KILLED PAINFULLY IF YOU DO NOT STOP NOW!”
They ran. A look of realization formed on Tim’s face as he realized the group would not stop. The boy turned to try and get behind the desk with Hetty, however by now; the mob was is close range for gunfire. Because most of the mob was picking their nose, only one triangular prism managed to get a decent shot into Tim’s left leg. By the time the rest of the prisms were done digging for gold, Tim was already behind the steel bulletproof desk.
“What did I tell you? These are not the prisms in which you are the ruler of. They’re Triangular Prisms form the Rocky Mountains.”

The exact events of this section could not be obtained from any valid sources. The only information we could get didn’t make sense. We do, however, have an overall idea of what really happed.

What we think:
Hetty and Mr. Perry had a huge gun fight with a lot of blood against the Triangular Primss in the hallway.
Tim, meanwhile, logged into the main computer dtabases of the base and regained control of the security operations. Using his TIM ROPP passoword of course. (We don’t know what the password is)
Hetty contacted the main Plutopian fleet to come and save him. A group of Plutpian Warships were dispatched to carry him away from the danger.

What the in-valid sources told us:

Hetty molested Tim Ropp.
Mr. Perry turned into a frog and got eaten by a flying barracuda.
The army of Triangular Prisms suddenly saw a bunch of monkeys and wanted to go pet them. So they left.
Hetty killed himself because he didn’t really want to molest Tim but was being possessed by the devil.

You can see why we decided to go with what we think, versus what our Unworthy Sources told us. It’s always important to check your information sources because if you use Wikipedia for everything, you’ll get a bunch of nonsense like I just told you.



Hetty shook hands with the Plutopian Pilots of the ship.
“Greetings Hetty. Figures we would find you with the boys”
“Yes. I have a way of being with them a lot.”
“It is good. We leave for Pluto later today. Where are they, there is not time to waste.” Hetty paused for a moment as he thought about where the boys had gone.
“You must understand that there has been a lot of chaos occurring around here. I had to concentrate primarily of freeing myself from imprisonment. The boys were------”
“They’d better not be DEAD!”
“No! Of course not. However, I must say, they are...misplaced? We were at camp with the enemy, they must’ve wandered off like they usually do.”
“It is when the wander off when strange people offer them cinnamon rolls and trick them into coming into their houses. THEY ARE IGNORANT” The Plutopian screamed.
“Worker! Tell me quickly, has the Master ship taken off yet?” he asked.
“Yes it has, sir”
“@#$%, How far along its path has it traveled?”
“Sir, It is approaching the 2nd ring.”
“Get the Main control room on the phone and tell them to stall the Master Ship. Tell them we need a few more hours to collect the boy because of some unsuspected difficulties.”
“I will try master.”

Alberto eventually managed to reach Hetty’s private phone after tying numerous amounts of numbers. It is unfortunate however, that once Hetty and The plutopians arrived at the Small Indian Store, The three boys were all missing. There was note on the table that read:

Dear owner,
We were skiing down the hill one-day when we saw three kids yelling from inside your shop. We walked over and found the door to be locked. We managed to break into the shop with some of our Skiing Gear and freed the children. You should not lock children up in your shop. We turned them in to the authorities. We were gonna rob the shop but all you had was a bunch of weird old stuff. There were now Scarves or Baby Powered. Why don’t you sell anything useful?

Sincerely,
Skiiers

“The Master Ship cannot land on earth again. A ship of it’s size cannot be landed without the proper surveillance and landing equipment. These things are only found Previously on Pluto and now On Charon. We can keep the ship within the earth’s atmosphere only for so long before it is necessary for it to continue its journey. It will need to utilize Processed Algae to run which is found only on Charon as well. The Algae in which we can supply it from here is directly from the Water and is in no way processed. We will attempt to recapture the half-Plutopian boy once more. This time however, there will be no mistakes made. You will not be assisting us in this operation.”
“B-------”
“Don’t interrupt me. You are an irresponsible old Geezard. Instead, I will have a new human who will command the Plutopian gunman to capture the boys. Herman Leper (Even though he’s not a leper) will be working for me. Anybody that gets in his way will be shot. If you get in his way, you will be killed by him. DO NOT INTERFERE. That is all, Hetty”
“Sir, The Plutopian Pilots say they can hold the ship here for only 48 hours. A few extra revolutions around the Equator have been added to the Flight Path of the Master Ship. You have until 4:00 on Saturday to have the boys and yourself aboard, after that, the ship will leave with or without you aboard.”

Hetty was dropped off at his headquarters.
All of the Triangular Prisms were imprisoned under key and lock in Prism Land. Prismland remained to live in harmony.

P.S. This document has been written by Nicholas Makara. Facts have been obtained from a Snow Leopard living in the Area. A snow Leopard Language to English Online Translator was used to decode the information.