The Mysterious Missing Mister Enter - Prologue
“Hello? It's me...” A dark, raspy voice spoke over an old 1920s phone. He was shrouded in complete darkness. Apart from that, he also kept himself in a dark cloak resembling that of a cult minister.
“I need you to plan for tonight. 2000 hours on the dot. Not later, no earlier.”
The voice on the phone sounded nothing more than just a bunch of jumble from an androgynous character.
“I understand. This will be his last critique! We will win!” He hung up the phone. Behind him was a single dim light coming from a hanging ceiling lamp. Under it was a cage that was glistening.
“Are you ready for tonight?” He sternly called to the being behind him. Inside the cage loomed a mint colored pony who laid on the ground. It was easy to tell she had been sobbing for the past hour, or hours.
“ARE YOU!?” Screamed the man. The mint pony flinched.
“Yes...” She sighed. “If I capture Mr. Enter... can I go home?”
The Mysterious Missing Mister Enter - Chapter 2November 10, 12:32
Allen Gregory's Complex – Dining Room.
“What a fool!” Shouted the kid as he pound his hand against the table in a rapid fashion. “How DARE he make a mockery of me!”
“What is going on?” Entered his father. Or at least one of his fathers. He was a nice looking man with a hair colour similar to his son's.
“This man here!” Allen Gregory shouted, pointing to the laptop he had on his table. “Look what he said about me!”
He played a video titled “Animated Atrocities #19: '1 Night in Gottlieb'”. His father watched. He was more so confused about all that was being said. More so he admitted that Mr. Enter was right on all of the things he said. Including the critiques on his own son. Though he spoke not. His eyes shifted and his face turned into a nervous smile. Allen Gregory gave him an eye cold stare.
“Yes, that is enough internet for you.” His father said, shutting the laptop down and
The Mysterious Missing Mister Enter - Chapter 3November 16, 6:34PM
City Limits – Desert Entrance.
“I must ask.” Mr. Enter broke the moment of silence. “Where did this desert come from? I never seen it here before.”
“I don't know...” Minty partially lied. “I don't see any cars drive by. Or buses. Or planes.” That part was the truth however. It was eerily quiet.
“This is strange.” Mr. Enter added. He looked at the time with his cellphone. “It's night time. Walking across the desert at night is dangerous due to its freezing temperatures.”
“But I have to get you there before 8 O'clock.” Minty said. “I know it's dangerous. But what we are both going to face will be worse. I know I shouldn't be telling you... but a bunch of people gathered to take you down. They've been planning this since last week. I don't know the full details, but I know it's bad.”
“Sounds like an episode of Courage I recently reviewed.” Mr. Enter hummed.
The Mysterious Missing Mister Enter - Chapter 1November 16, 6:12PM
Enter Residence – Bedroom.
“Let's see here...” muttered a man. He was in front of a computer typing on a wordpad a script. This was Mr. Enter. Or at least that is what everyone called him. He was a young man with brown hair and a beard that matched it. His almost matching eyes stared at the screen in concentration.
“If It Smells Like An Edd...” he typed and murmured out loud. He kept focus on the writing. Suddenly he heard a creak coming from his front door. He thought nothing of it, assuming it was one of his own family members entering. For instance, one of his sisters. But his gaze from the computer shifted to a pause of realization.
“Wait... all of my family are home.” Mr. Enter thought. “Then who could-”
“I'm sorry Mr. Enter... really I am...” Said a whimpering voice behind him. Mr. Enter swiftly turned around to see Minty. He gasped.
“Minty!?” Exclaimed Mr. Enter. Minty paused. Her p
The Mysterious Missing Mister Enter - Chapter 4November 16, 7:59pm
Underground – Prison.
“You had to open up your mouth...” Grumbled Mr. Enter. Minty remained silent and lay on the ground. Mr. Enter sighed. It was within a second of the clock striking 8 that a whirring and springing sound echoed through the unlighted hall. The man and pony duo perked and stared in anticipation. The sound grew louder and louder. It appeared to be a mixture of a jack-in-the-box and someone's bath toy.
“Oh no...” Mr. Enter growled. “Not this!”
“Who is that...?” Minty cocked her head.
“Fricken Pingo!” Mr. Enter clenched a fist. “I swear if I had a screwdriver!”
“Oh trust me.” Ping said in a heavy lisp. “It wouldn't be a good idea to use a screwdriver on me now. I came here to give you a special message from King Czars!”
Pingo's unscrewed the top of his head and out came a blue holograph that flickered every now and then. In
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One morning, in Bikini Bottom, Mr. Krabs was sitting in his office doing his usual thing. And by that I mean counting money and laughing.
"Ar har har har! Things have been going much better since I realized that the minimum wage was lower!"
Suddenly, Mr. Krab's top chef, SpongeBob Squarepants, busted in.
"SpongeBob?" Mr. Krabs asked. "Has buisness slowed down?"
"No, sir," SpongeBob replied, "but there are some cops outside the restaurant."
"Cops?" Mr. Krabs responded. "I'm sure they just want a couple patties."
"I don't think so, sir," SpongeBob said. "They look pretty serious and they're asking Squidward where you are."
"Ah, just play it cool, boy," Mr. Krabs assured him. "They're probably just asking about the whole 'nasty patty' incident."
"I thought we were never supposed to talk about that again," SpongeBob quipped.
"We're not," Mr. Krabs explained, "but I am."
The cops then came in, looking not too happy.
"Welcome to the Krusty Krab!" Mr. Krabs burst. "What can
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