Audrey "Rumor" Weed (main verse) (active); Rumer "Ada" Weed (Star of Christmas verse) (active). A RP Blog. Sponsored by: the Summer of '23. THESE VEGGIES ARE GONNA GET WET. THEY'RE GONNA GET WILD. THEY'RE GONNA GET WACKY. THESE VEGGIES HAVE GONE BAD.
It was absolutely fantastic working on this project! Working with very talented people and with a show I adore! I would absolutely not hesitate to do this again!
who did the costume design concepts for this because I love them so much
MY BOY GOLIATH look at his lil outfit 😭 he’s doing so well for himself
I was going to live react to this but I’m actually going to wait til everyone gets a chance to see this first. Rack, Shack, and Benny remolded is amazing. The details in the background animations, all the full sets and extra characters? It’s so lively!! I highly recommend you watch it on YouTube as soon as you can.
To the crew who worked on it, you all are so incredibly talented!! You did an amazing job and it was well worth the wait. A lovely tribute to 30 years of talking Veggies 💜
MY BOY GOLIATH look at his lil outfit 😭 he’s doing so well for himself
I was going to live react to this but I’m actually going to wait til everyone gets a chance to see this first. Rack, Shack, and Benny remolded is amazing. The details in the background animations, all the full sets and extra characters? It’s so lively!! I highly recommend you watch it on YouTube as soon as you can.
To the crew who worked on it, you all are so incredibly talented!! You did an amazing job and it was well worth the wait. A lovely tribute to 30 years of talking Veggies 💜
Not only is Junior fucking dead, but the way Nezzer just goes “what have I done”. Yeah, Nezzer, what did you do??? Did you make him sick? Was he sick from the smoke from your factory or something??? Was it the child labor again? Is it because you’re seeing a hypothetical future of “what if Easter didn’t exist”? Did a lack of EASTER kill Junior? THEY ALREADY KNEW HE WAS GOING TO DIE IN A YEAR. Was the strength of Easter just keeping him going? Was it the church being torn down? But if this is a future without Easter, Nezzer wouldn’t tear down the church because he wouldn’t build Easterland because Easter doesn’t EXIST
Monsieur Désiré Mort Blueberry's body jolted alive with a sudden cold and electric shock, much like the Toledian celery man he remembered seeing in the movies once. Some kind of Franken-celery, or in his personal case, some kind of Frankenberry.
The taste of the jungle's hot, humid air mixed with the tinge of blood on his tongue had vanished, and he stared at a sky so clear and beautiful that he knew he was home.
Well, Bumblyburg, anyway. It was the last place he remembered being. His memories were as if they were dreams that faded now that he was awake. However, he was without a doubt on familiar concrete: the bowling alley's back alley.
Yes, of course! The terrible jungles of Jumanji were a silly nightmare! In retrospect, it made sense. It was still the 1980s, and after a short disagreement with his somewhat difficult diva of a wife, he had decided to travel to Bumblyburg, where he often went on work visits, and headed straight for his old friends at the Bumblybowl Bowling Alley.
Art Bigotti, that old scamp, welcomed him to game night with open, invisible arms. And Doug Bumblybowl, who seemed a little less pleased to welcome him to game night, though for Art's sake, agreed. And... was someone else there? For some strange reason, Désiré couldn't recall. Most of the night was a blur. There was a lot of snorting coke off old Art Bigotti limited edition collector's plates, two rounds of Polish Jenga, a round of Cards Against Vegmanity, and...
Yes, a very horrible board game called Jumanji, which had been buried far back in the closet and did not have a speck of dust on the box. Tensions were high at this point. He remembered wayward confessions, threats, and bets, but most of all, he remembered the game's first roll.
Suddenly, the building felt so small, like a cage they had all been trapped in, and then...
He rolled first. Art and Doug had been arguing, screaming at each other. He just wanted to change the subject. He was starting to miss Megan. He made a note to fly back and apologize immediately for the argument.
He rolled first.
A gunshot, a scream, and... the jungles. He was in the jungle.
No, he must have fallen asleep and dreamt of being in the jungle. The gunshot must have been someone bowling. The scream was a cheer.
Of course. Well, don't do drugs, kids. You may end up in Jumanji.
He stood up and shook himself off, and still a little dazed, he began to wander the streets of Bumblyburg, unaware he was legally a dead man.
Unaware that in order to have returned from Jumanji someone somewhere had to to have rolled the dice again...
Yep, I'm gonna revive a shelved collab, and I'm sure it's gonna turn out great! If you're a voice actor, a musician, or an animator, then try giving this collab a shot! The overall deadline for the project will be sometime in 2026, which'll give people enough time to work on this project. If you're interested, go to one of the following links down below (must be 13+ or older to join):
Official Discord Server: https://discord.gg/fMxtkpwNNV
VA Auditions: https://cstng.cc/projects/larryboy-and-the-rumor-weed-retold