#how to get rid of skunks

[skedaddledh]

Montreal Wildlife Control: Why Do Skunks Dig Up Lawns?

Skunks can wreak havoc on your lawn. Their digging behaviour can be frustrating for homeowners, especially as it can destroy carefully crafted gardens or ruin a perfect lawn. But why do skunks dig up lawns in the first place? Click the link here to find out.

[bbbubbleboyzzz]

something something dream about shitty movie about some ugly ass rats that live like humans kinda and talk like mafia bosses

[cosmictuesdays]

CHEMIST HAS THE POWER TO TAME SKUNK'S SPRAY

Copyright 1994 Chicago Tribune Company Chicago Tribune November 25, 1994 Friday

HEADLINE: CHEMIST HAS THE POWER TO TAME SKUNK'S SPRAY

BYLINE: By Peter Kendall, Tribune Staff Writer.

Salk conquered polio. Einstein unraveled relativity. And Krebaum? Well, Paul Krebaum, it appears, has developed the first home remedy for skunk spray.

If ever an idea was in the air, it was this: How do you get rid of the smell that comes from two tiny but ingenious glands at the business end of a skunk.

A garden hose is impotent, soap is utterly useless, and tomato juice is a quaint old wives' tale that has left many people with skunk-sprayed dogs that not only stink, but are pink.

But Krebaum's formula, distributed nationally in recent months on e-mail and in state agriculture department bulletins, is winning over converts who thought the only viable antidote was the passage of time.

The story of how Krebaum, a Lisle chemist, has conquered the fetid, putrid odor of skunk is a simple tale of necessity being the mother invention.

But, alas, Krebaum's formula will never bring riches to its inventor, for the solution is trapped within a cruel chemical Catch-22.

The very chemical properties that make his formula deodorize skunk spray make it impossible to package. It will burst out of any bottles.

If the story of Krebaum's formula is ever made into a movie, the first scene will show Krebaum working away in his lab at Molex Inc. in Lisle. His face is screwed up as he smells something bad.

He is doing research using chemicals called thiols--some of the nastiest smelling chemicals around.

Thiols are produced by many things, including the degradation of proteins. Thiols are responsible for the odors that comes from decomposing flesh and fecal matter.

Most animals have a deep-seated repulsion to thiols, a gift of evolution that keeps them from eating things that will make them ill.

Using basic chemistry knowledge, Krebaum figured out a way to get these foul smelling thiols out of his lab by changing them into other compounds. The trick was oxidation-getting oxygen molecules to bond with thiols and change them into things that didn't smell bad at all.

To do that, he made a solution of simple ingredients-hydrogen peroxide and sodium bicarbonate (baking soda)--that did the trick quite well. The solution threw off oxygen like a dog shakes off water, and some of that oxygen grabbed onto the thiols and neutralized them.

Meanwhile, in Lisle and elsewhere, evolution had been chugging along for eons and produced an animal that scientists call mephitis mephitis, the common striped skunk. Natural selection led the skunk to develop a spray that exploits other animals' aversion to thiols. Skunk spray is, fundamentally, essence of putrification.

But fate never would bring mephitis mephitis and Paul Krebaum together, at least not directly. Krebaum has himself never smelled skunk spray at any greater concentration than that lingering in the air on a country road.

There were, instead, intermediaries--one of Krebaum's colleagues and a pet cat.

"He came in to work and said his cat had an encounter with a skunk," Krebaum recalled. "He said he had tried tomato juice, and it didn't work, and the cat still wasn't able to come into the house."

Krebaum knew skunk spray was made of thiols ("general knowledge," he calls it), and suggested using a variation of the formula he used for getting rid of thiols in the lab.

"He came back the next day and said the stuff worked like magic, that every trace of skunk odor is completely gone from the cat," Krebaum said.

The variation he developed for the cat was this: 1 quart of 3 percent hydrogen peroxide, which costs about $2 at a drugstore; 1/4 cup of baking soda; and 1 teaspoon of liquid soap, which breaks up the oils in skunk spray and allows the other ingredients in the solution to do their stuff. The solution should be rinsed off the pet with tap water.

In October 1993, Chemical and Engineering News published Krebaum's formula.

One of the most interested readers of the article was Tom McCutcheon, who was then with the West Virginia Department of Agriculture. McCutcheon, a plant pest biologist, was something of an answer man for callers to the department.

"We'd get probably a dozen calls a year, 'What do we do, our pet's been sprayed by a skunk,'" McCutcheon said. "Tomato juice is the old remedy. Everybody would say, 'We've tried that, and it doesn't work at all.' We really didn't have a remedy."

When he read of Krebaum's formula, he was skeptical. Over the years, he had learned never to recomend [sic] anything he hadn't tried himself, but getting sprayed by a skunk posed practical difficulties.

"I asked my dog if she'd volunteer, but she said no," McCutcheon said.

It was while driving last February through the hickory and oak forests of Roane County, West Virginia, that McCutcheon spotted a road-killed skunk. More hit than run over and preserved by the late winter chill, the skunk was in fine shape.

Carefully, he wrapped the skunk inside two plastic bags and put it in the trunk. He knew he had a potent specimen for his experiment when he went into a drugstore to buy the ingredients for Krebaum's formula and the druggist noticed the smell on McCutcheon's clothing.

Back behind his office, he made up the solution.

"The whole time, my eyes were watering--I had never been this close to a skunk in all my life," he said. "I dunked the skunk in the bucket, and immediately the smell went away. I was very surprised and impressed."

Krebaum had briefly considered trying to figure out a way to patent his formula, but quickly abandoned the idea.

The formula is, essentially, a chemical engine for churning out oxygen, and all that oxygen refuses to be bottled.

"Once you mix the hydrogen peroxide with the baking soda, it is no longer stable," said Krebaum. "You can't store it in a bottle, because it would explode from all the oxygen."

"It wasn't worth trying to get a patent on it because I couldn't put it in a bottle, said Krebaum. "So why not make this a free-gift-to-humanity type deal."

-end-

[sinfullyrosey]

Shrimpmer!Reader

Floyd Leech X GN!Shrimpmer!Reader X Jade Leech

Warnings: Mild Violence, Brief Mentions of Accurate Shrimp Cleaning Methods (kind of gross)

I literally had written up a mini fic showcasing the tweels first meeting Shrimper!Reader… and lost it. Have no idea where it is. Searched through my drafts and got pissed, so just started over from scratch.

Can be read as platonic but with a lot of sus behavior ngl

The Basics (aka an Introduction to Shrimpmer!Reader)

Shrimpmer!Reader is a cleaner shrimp, a type of shrimp known for cleaning off parasites, algae, insects, and other bad stuff from fish. They’ve even been known to eat the mucus and infectious material around a fish’s wound to reduce infection and aid in healing. There are different species of cleaner shrimp, ‘scarlet skunk’ or ‘white-striped’ cleaner shrimps being known for cleaning the mouths of moral eels specifically.

Shrimpmer!Reader specifically comes from a family of cleaner shrimps that have a long-standing business partnership with the Leeches. Their family provides their cleaning and patch-up services to better the mereels’ health and heal any injuries, and in turn, the Leeches provide protection. It’s a mutualistic relationship where both benefit. And congrats, they were assigned to the tweels when they were but a mere fry and twins were still little elvers.

But what is it that Shrimpmer!Reader does exactly? Well, they have a cleaning station set up (i.e. a flat rock for the tweels to lay on while they work) and they go over the twins’ body, ridding it of any parasites and other debris. Picking at their scales and skin like a fine-tooth comb. They’ll even clean their sharp teeth using specialized brushes and tools to make sure nothing is stuck and strengthen the dentin (real shrimp physically go inside eel’s mouths, but shrimpmers are too big for that). Whenever the twins come to them with an injury after one of their scuffles, Shrimpmer!Reader will clean and disinfect the wound, being sure to remove any parasites, then wrap up the wound to heal faster.

In terms of anatomy and size difference, Shrimpmer!Reader is much smaller compared to the twins, but not on the same scale difference as real shrimps and moray eels. They’re not tiny enough to fit in their mouths but are small enough to be carried with ease. The best comparison I can give is like with the dwarves and Neige, but the tweels’ eel forms are much bigger compared to regular humans, so Shrimpmer!Reader would be shorter compared to a human as well. Floyd would joke about them being “child-sized.” Just like the Octatrio, their bottom half is that of a white-striped cleaner shrimp while the rest of their body has the matching miscolored skin, fin ears, and a pair of long, white antenna on the top of their head. No, their hands aren’t claws/pincers, but they do have sharp nails that aid in cleaning.

The Shrimp and the Eels Headcanons

Like mentioned above, Shrimpmer!Reader was assigned to Floyd and Jade back when they were all still children. Each new generation of Leech ends up being assigned a cleaner shrimp who are around the same age so that they can grow together and build a proper symbiotic bond. You just ended up unlucky ‘cause Mr. and Mrs. Leech had twins and you were the only available one in your family at the time. A two for one deal, as it were.

Rough first meet (the twins are asses even back then), but you eventually adjusted and they learned how much they actually enjoy getting all those nasties off of them. You were gentle and efficient, it was very soothing, almost therapeutic to them. But it was only after one particular cleaning where Floyd came to you, a week after he got into a fight, wound infected and riddled with parasites, that they fully realized just how much they needed you. Neither twin skipped a cleaning or wound treatment after that.

You are tiny and not built for fighting, so the twins are more than happy to do so for you!~ Some predator is stalking you, trying to get a taste? Floyd is already grabbing them by the tail, pulling them away from you and towards his own dangerously sharp jaws. Another merperson is bulling you, picking on your smaller size? Jade’s looming right behind, tail at the ready to squeeze the life out of them. Most of your patch-up work was from attending to their wounds sustained in fights defending you.

Floyd and Jade both have their tails wrapped around some poor, unfortunate soul who was pulling on your antenna. Jade is taunting the crying fry while Floyd is “playfully” biting their tail fins.

“Jade, Floyd, let them go already. You’re going to get in trouble…”

You do meet Azul later on, though never quite befriend him per say. His contracts made you uncomfortable and untrusting of his intentions. In turn, Azul was stiff and reserved around you on the account of the overly protective eels threatening to chew his tentacles off if he tried anything.

You’re not a student at NRC nor a student of RSA. Magic isn’t your forte (or your concern really), the tweels are. Which is why you do visit the schoolgrounds frequently, especially after the two (mainly Floyd) start complaining about “needing their shrimp.” They’re not even in their eel forms most of the time, but they do still get into fights and the nurse on staff isn’t good enough.

Congrats, you’re now the Leech’s designated Health Support Cleaner Shrimp, or whatever bullshit the twins pulled out of their tails when forcing requesting to Crowley that you be allowed to stay at Octavinelle! Double congrats, because you also work at Mostro Lounge as a janitor because you literally clean for a living!

In your human form, you are much shorter than most of the other students and you have two long cowlicks that resemble your antenna. You aren’t the biggest fan of this form, finding two legs to be difficult to navigate, especially since you kind of skipped the prep class. Floyd was impatient and claimed him and Jade would just teach you themselves. An unwise decision really.

I mean, you could also just request to have the potion adjusted so you can be taller too, I guess idk the twins aren’t going to tell you that.

You sometimes turn back into your merform with the tweels and swim together because you miss it. Floyd definitely missed curling his tail around his little shrimp and pinning you down with his much bigger size. He especially loves to flip you on your back and watch your little feetsies wiggle around in a panic.

Jade misses the cleanings more than anything else. Being a vice dormleader while also working at a lounge and doing schoolwork is stressful for one eel. So, being able to just relax and have you attend to him while he prattles on about mushrooms is absolute heaven. That’s not to say he doesn’t mess with you either. Jade will gladly use your height against you by putting your cleaning supplies on a higher shelf, so you’re forced to ask him for help, teasing you all the while.

No, you can’t clean anybody else, merfolk or otherwise. Only them. Azul almost lost a tentacle after suggesting such a thing when he noticed business was running slower.

You’re their cleaner shrimp, and they’re your eels. Anybody aware of the Leech’s influence know to back off lest they end up missing under mysterious circumstances.

Oh yeah, and the tweels, at some point, made it a habit to kiss you after you finished cleaning them under the guise of you “cleaning their teeth.” It’s become something so casual between you three now that when Azul caught sight of the twins and you locking lips, he nearly fell over at not realizing the three of you were (supposedly) an item.

[piratefishmama]

Fake it Till you Make It | Part 13

“Buckley residence”

“Melissa, my second favourite Buckley! Hi, it’s Steve, is Robin there?”

“Oh Steve! Yes, yes one moment, I’ll just—weren’t you on holiday with your parents aaaand—?” he’d been calling Eddie his ‘partner’ for the week leading up to the big holiday. Never dropping any names, but given he’d found a sort of second home at the Buckleys… they were relentless in finding out who he was dating.

Since it’d never be Robin.

He wasn’t falling for it, no matter how deep they’d been into flower power back in the day. If he came out, Robin would end up coming out in solidarity and he knew she wasn’t ready yet so—“Yep, calling from Chicago airport, bit of a time sensitive call” he wasn’t giving it up.

“Oop, I’ll grab her—” there was a scuffle on the line then a quick “ROBIN, STEVE’S ON THE PHONE” another quick scuffle later and suddenly

“Aren’t you supposed to be on a plane right now, Dingus?”

“I’m in Chicago! Just checkin in on my baaaaaby, how’s my little bun today? Any morning sickness yet?”

“Robin!!”

“Mom get off the phone!!”

“Hahaha I’m kidding Melissa! Can I talk to Robbie alone though?”

“Unbelievable, you kids are turning me grey.”

“You’re as beautiful as ever though!” The other line clicked off, and Robin’s snickering laughter was all that remained. “One day she’s gonna stay on just to call my bluff.”

“But that is not today, again, aren’t you supposed to be on a plane? What’s up?”

“…Okay so, hypothetically, if you were fake dating someone you… I dunno… maybe, sorta… click really well with, can laugh with, and maybe sorta like a little, would you—”

“Steven Leopold Harrington do you have a crush on your boyfriend?”

“Fake, fake boyfriend, Robbie, fake. And that isn’t my middle name.”

“You’re not DENYING it! It's not even been a DAY yet, Steve!”

“No, I’m not—well… I’d call it more an interest than a crush, but that’s why I’m calling you, what would you do?”

“Pine uselessly for years, you know this.”

“Got it, pine uselessly” He could do that. He was doing that already, sort of. He’d watched in squinty eyed rage while a newsstand cashier with a nose ring flirted with his fake boyfriend while he grabbed a drink to down during the wait between flights. It didn’t go anywhere, Eddie barely even noticed, but Steve noticed. Steve noticed everything. “You really should ask Vi—”

“NO. Listen Steve, as the kids would say, you have found an ‘ultimate cheat code’ to asking your crush out, listen closely now, don’t want you to miss it… you’re already dating him!”

“It’s fake though!” Luckily his parents were off showing Eddie a cool mural they found last time they flew through. No chance of them hearing him.

“So?! Just act like it’s real! It’s like a test, you have a week to see if you’re actually growing ooey gooeys for this guy, and at the end of it, you’ll know if you wanna keep him.” Brilliant in theory but one small hiccup

“What if he doesn’t want me at the end of the week?” The fact that he hadn’t had a solid date in forever before the scheme looming over his head and heart like a dark cloud of suffering.

“I will eat my own shoe. Trust me dingus, trust me. He’ll want you, just work that mysterious Harrington Charm I’ve heard so much about. You’re already half-way there, you get to kiss him already.”

“…Okay, it’s gotta be the real stinker shoe though, you know the one.”

“The skunk one?!”

“Yep. The skunk one.”

“But we were gonna use that on—” Kevin, they were gonna hide it in Kevin’s office after he refused every holiday request Robin put in for a month after she, very politely, shot him and his advances down, why they still had it was… a mystery. They kept forgetting to get rid of it. “Fine, the skunk one. I will eat the skunk shoe, that is how confident I am that Eddie will want you, now please go and spend time with your way cooler than you boyfriend before your parents turn him into a normie.”

“Miss you already.”

“Miss you more”

“Miss you most.”

“Hang up.”

“No you han—” she hung up, and Steve couldn’t help but laugh about it knowing that undoubtedly. She’d be laughing on her end too.

The second flight was much easier to get Eddie onto. In fact, after they spent the hour between flights milling around the terminal, Eddie led him down the gangway, hand in hand, demanding he hurry up or “they’ll leave without us, my precious little harlot!!” there was no rush, they were actually first in line at the gate in front of his own parents, whom Eddie beat to the front of the queue, dragging Steve with him, still ribbing him for the mile high club thing.

He was not going to live that down any time soon.

The flight, in theory would give him a lot of time to think though. Nine hours. In seats that were too far apart. His parents in the middle of the cabin in a semi-enclosed pod-like structure comprised of two seats and a desk between them which they both shared to work on some paperwork, and he and Eddie on opposite sides of the plane.

Which sucked. Because he couldn’t hold Eddie’s hand.

He couldn’t make sure Eddie was okay, and that alone really dug into his time to think about things, because his brain was quite stuck on the fact that Eddie was alone on the other side of the cabin likely going through it as the second flight excitement could only last so long, and that just wasn’t okay.

Eddie couldn’t even do anything to pass the time, he’d packed all but one of his notebooks in his checked luggage, Steve was pretty damn sure he'd go insane if he had to just sit there with nothing to do for a whole nine hours.

So, they teamed up. From opposite sides of the cabin, because somehow Eddie just understood what Steve wanted him to do without having to be told.

It took them a joint effort all of one hour into the flight to puppy-dog eye his parents into switching seats with them.

This allowed them to pick at each other’s ‘gourmet’ meals, Eddie stealing several of his steak fries, and Steve stealing both the last bite of his steak, and two of his orange slices, it allowed Eddie to ramble on about the D&D campaign he was plotting to send the kids through when they got back, allowed Steve to subtly plant the idea into Eddie's mind that maybe... maybe he might be interested in seeing what that looked like.

Maybe they could hold the first session at his place when his parents went away again. Plenty of room! He could watch for once, instead of ribbing Dustin for it and purposefully never getting the name of the game right.

All leading to them both settling in their reclining seats, wrapped up in blankets, facing each other's smiling faces, and falling into an incredibly easy food-coma slumber for the remainder of their flight.

Both wishing the seats were just... a little closer.

Part 15

[leeemonshark]

Just want to give you some TFP sillies regarding Sky-Byte (it’s kinda everywhere, i’m sorry about that).

So in TFP, the Predacons are the oldest race of Cybertronians that were wiped out by the Great Cataclysm and would’ve stayed that way had Shockwave not taken their preserved CNA and created Predaking, Darksteel, and Skylynx.

But Sky-Byte is different. Unlike him being a clone of some predecessor, he is an actual living Predacon whose mere existence basically challenges any form of logic. Sky-Byte also directly challenges Predacon stereotypes such as having a draconic form.

But a minor silly thing I want to talk about is his interactions with the Predacons. Sky-Byte is actually “younger” than the other 3 (even though they are technically clones). Sky-Byte is closer in age to the Autobots/Decepticons which implies that the Predacon race has been surviving for much longer than they thought up until the war (he is a real life coelocanth).

In one of their interactions, Darksteel actually refers to Sky-Byte as a “nothing more than a child” (translated from Predacon Cybertronix) as a way to taunt him into fighting until Predaking subsequently broke it up. This was like their first interaction too 😭.

Basically they have a bond almost like the one Sky-Byte had in RID: 2001 with the other Predacons: Slapper, Dark Scream, and Gas Skunk (except Sky-Byte’s not the leader here, Predaking is). In fact, Sky-Byte would not have joined the Decepticons in the first place had Predaking not been there.

Another minor silly thing is that in this AU, Sky-Byte doesn’t know how to speak English or modern Cybertronian in general. Predacon language (known as Predacon Cybertronix) is basically an outdated version of Cybertronian that isn’t exactly translatable due to the disparity between the two languages. Predaking, Darksteel, and Skylynx can speak it thanks to their CNA from their predecessors, and so they often translate for him (Megatron finds this particularly annoying).

Kinda off topic but now I’m just imagining Predaking, Skylynx, and Darksteel taking care of a baby Sky-Byte 🥹🥹.

I will post a deeper dive into it soon. I just need to get better and get my life into order, but have this for now :).

But yay they family 🧡🧡🧡!!!

oh god thank you so much for the info!! I really like the idea that he speaks Predacon!! though I can imagine how difficult it must be for him to communicate with others without Predaking, Skylynx, or Darksteel around :(

And I’m absolutely in love with the idea of baby Sky-Byte being taken care of, it’s so funny and adorable ahah 😭😭😭💖

wishing you a speedy recovery and lots of inspiration!! 🦈

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"SAY IT, DOLL"

I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH TIG

I hope you like it! 🖤😊☝

WARNING: EXPLICIT SMUT UNDER THE CUT

(I need him so bad guys, holy fuck)

Tig had spent an entire night in jail after you'd booked him the day before for reckless driving and disturbing the peace.

Despite your scolding, telling him he should be more careful next time and certainly not drink and drive, he didn't seem to hear you.

He just stared at you, his intense blue eyes fixed on yours as you continued to list the crimes on his record, point by point.

The next day, the biker woke up with a terrible headache.

He tried to get out of the uncomfortable bed in the cell he'd slept in, but a dizzy spell overcame him and he was forced to lie back down.

He linked his arms behind his head and rested it on them, hearing the unmistakable sound of keys.

He watched you from his spot as you turned down the hallway that led to the cells and stood in front of his.

A lopsided smile appeared on his lips when he saw you, your gorgeous, yet not at all tempting, lips pressed into a thin line.

"Good morning, doll," he said, sitting up normally this time, holding his head for a moment. "Hey, you don't happen to have anything for a hangover, do you?" he hissed. "My head and neck are killing me."

"This is a police station, Tig, not a fucking hospital," you growled, crossing your arms over your chest. "If you need some medication, why don't you ask Jax's little friend?"

"She's not his friend, she's his old lady," he clarified.

"I don't give a shit about anything," you blurted out, looking at him firmly. "Tell me what you were doing yesterday, drunk as a skunk at the villa with Maxton, and maybe I'll let you go."

"Oh, baby," he whispered as he stood up to face you, "you have no idea how hard I am right now."

"Fuck, you're… you're…" you tilted your head. "I don't even know how to describe you."

"I can think of several," he smiled. "What do you think… sexy, fun, and absurdly handsome?"

You couldn't take it anymore.

Between the intense flirting of the day before and the blatant flirting of today, the pressure was too much to contain.

So you opened the door with the help of the keys you had brought, and threw yourself at him, placing your lips on his.

He wasted no time wrapping his arms around your waist, pushing you against the cell wall.

His hands were all over your body, and in a matter of seconds he'd gotten rid of your uniform pants, clearing the way for the place he so longed to touch.

"This is what you wanted, huh?" he whispered, running his thumb and forefinger over your slick slit. "Yesterday when you stopped me, you just wanted me to fuck you like the good girl you are, right?" He tugged on your hair, causing you to throw your head back to look at him. “Answer the question.”

“Yes,” you gasped, bucking your hips against his fingers. “Yes, this is what I… wanted… please,” you begged as he began to place kisses on your neck and collarbone.

“I want to hear you say it, doll,” he ordered, staring at you. “If you don’t, you won’t get what you want.” He leaned closer to your ear to whisper. “And we both know what it is.” He withdrew his fingers from inside you, and you almost cried at the sudden emptiness. “Say it,” he ordered, lightly biting your earlobe.

“I want…” He interrupted you by kissing you again. “I-I want you to f-fuck me,” you blurted out, making his smile grow wider.

“Correct answer, sugar” he whispered as he also got rid of his pants.

He entered you easily.

You were soaked, so his cock slid between your walls as if it had always been meant to be right there, between your legs.

A husky gasp escaped Tig's lips, a sound you drank in as you kissed him again.

He lifted you by your hips in one smooth motion, causing you to wrap your legs around him, allowing him to thrust deeper inside you.

"You're squeezing me so tight, fuck," he growled. "I'm going to cum inside you," he growled, spreading his fingers on your hips. "From now on, this pussy belongs to me," he whispered. "Do you understand?"

"Yes," you moaned, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to orgasm. "I'm all yours. Fuck! Fill me, Tig, please! I need…"

He tried to hold back to prolong the moment a little longer, but after a few seconds, he came at the same time as you did.

He gently lowered you onto the bed when he saw that your legs couldn't support you.

You caught your breath, sitting next to each other in silence, until he broke it.

"Does this mean I can go now?" he said, making you laugh.

"Yeah, you can go now," you nodded, getting up to open the door.

Before leaving, the biker turned around and looked at you for a few seconds before taking a piece of paper and a pen out of his pocket.

He handed it to you, and you saw a number written on the white surface.

"If you want to repeat this, or if you just want to talk…" he winked at you, "call me"

"I'll think about it." "I'll be there," you nodded. "Go now, Tig, or I'll have to lock you up again." "See you soon, officer," he said with a sarcastic tone.

[yo-kaiwatchkillyourfamily]

imagine in a plants versus zombies four they introduced a new tribe of Plant the British tribe along with British zombies like this is how the zombies would act

And when they start eating a plant, I imagine that they would pull out a knife and fork and be cutting the plants individually out (insert picture of a zombie eating a peach shooter with a knife and fork in a suit and top with a monocle and moustache. A shooter has a top up monocle and moustache.) just saying stuff like.” exquisite may perhaps bite again” and “ I must meet The chef for this exquisite meal” and all the while the The British plants are like” seems a little bit rude to be biting me, isn’t it” “Oi quit it” unlike the more British plants you have the stronger they get like I don’t know like the British sunflower would start off producing 50 sum like the normal sunflower but like if you have like 25 of them they would produce like producing 150 sun in one sun and the peace shooters would get stronger but don’t plant too many British plants because if you do the cream British Plant might appear getting rid of all your British plants so forced to set up a new defence like the Queen would be a good Plant. It wouldn’t be valuable in every level and like like some concepts, British sunflower got a fancy ass every once in awhile when it produces sun I would imagine it cost like 75 sun British potato mine instead of being in one tile and instantly killing a zombie it would be in three free tiles spread damage instead of instant damage and instead of being a normal potato there mashed potatoes and maybe a costume could have some sausages in the mashed potato mine the British peach shooter I would imagine would have a monocle top at the stem would look like a suit imagine agent P from plants versus zombies garden warfare like that and maybe they will cost like I don’t know 150 I would imagine the British walnut to be one of those football fans do you know the time? The constantly drinking alcohol and three kids and maybe when they’re eaten they make zombies go to the adjacent tile and making the zombies say” I have you never this repulsive stench it worse than a skunk Trump” and then go to the adjacent tile before I forget, the British chompre would just have bad teeth and just say” bottle of water” that stereotypical Americans making fun of British way.

(if you use this idea I would like credit you don’t have to contact me about using the idea you can use it just give me some credit for the idea. All seems fair if this is unreasonable, tell me I don’t change it)

[sundaysstrawberrykombucha]

A (not-so-little) thing of @Feybeasts dragon-sona just... Lazing around. This was actually really nice because they're dragon-sona is really fat and very round and I tried to make it look like they were kind of squishing as they lay flat, don't know how much that got through...

But really, just drawing nice, soft, round shapes was really nice. Very much a "Draw circles! Is there a point? Un-point it!" and "Is there a concave line? Get rid of that." kind of character. Very easy on the hand, honestly.

Also, this was also to see how my wrist was feeling for drawing. it seems fine, now, so I'll get back to Skunk HRT. I wanna finish that out and maybe do something else.

But yea, lots of fun! Hopefully Feybeasts enjoys this.

[skedaddledh]

Damages a Skunk Can Cause Under Your Vaughan Home

If skunks have found their way onto your Vaughan property, they can cause considerable damage to your property – including under your home. To learn what damage a skunk can cause under your home, click the link here.

[carrionhearted]

Imagine someone posting on a community Facebook page “there is a whole dead skunk in my backyard what do I do how do I get rid of this. The city wants to charge me a removal fee. Help”

Now imagine being that person and having a strange goth kid show up at your house to casually bag the remains and then vanish into the ether.

Now imagine being me, and trying to make that interaction seem normal. “Heyyyy :3 I’m here for the uh… dead thing :3 yeah I uh… make taxidermy art and I’m used to this stuff, no big deal, happy to help! I’ll just take this… back to nature :3 yeah :3 thanks for the… skunk :3”

[hellowhoisthere]

The Guardianship of Gu Zi - The Crime -Part 1 - The Dead Body in Apt 2D

The thing is that Qi Rong should always be forgiven for the things he does when bored. Boredom itself is the crime. Qi Rong should have been invested in another ipad like the one he gave Gu Zi because the kid had mentioned it. He Xuan warned him that he was going to spoil the kid. Similar to the same argument Xie Lian used for Qi Rong being himself. That his parents spoiled Qi Rong rotten. 

Qi Rong’s usual crimes of boredom involve going for walks and wandering into whatever private event he came across. Weddings, birthday parties, red hat club meetings, and finding the answer of What Would This Do IF I Set it on Fire. The answer was to be on fire and sometimes to release toxic fumes.

Speaking of toxic fumes, Qi Rong is reminded of how the apartment building has reeked for weeks. There are smells you get used to when living in a 5 story walk up, but this is worse than the day apartment 4c decided to slow-broiled salmon all day, thinking that would have made the spoiled fish edible or when the skunks nested in the broken central heating system.

Everyone on the second floor had pinned the smell on Qi Rong, because Qi Rong is blamed for everything, always. No innocent until proven guilty and no one to come to his defense, except Gu Zi.

The landlord has even put notice for Qi Rong to get rid of the smell or be evicted. To that Qi Rong and Gu Zi snapped on rubber gloves and gave the whole space an industrial strength wipe down as he worked in enough clearing services that he knew how to make a place shine. This was much to Gu Zi’s pleasure to have the space so clean, so Qi Rong didn’t mind the exhausting process.

The apartment did shine, but the smell was there lingering under the cleaner’s scent, so the other residents of floor 2 continued to glare at him.

“Video games will rot your brain. You should go to the park or something, and I better go with you in case of stranger danger or whatever.” Qi Rong said once he realized he was counting the paint speckles on the wall.

“I just need to pass this level.” Guzi said, utterly consumed by the screen. 

Qi Rong sighs. Then he hears the noise from the hallway so he opens the door to yell at whoever is out there to shut the hell up, because there is nothing better to do.

Qi Rong wasn’t even gonna hesitate when he saw it was cops closing off the hallway, but Qi Rong knew a crime scene when he saw one, and that could be fun.

Qi Rong rushed back into his apartment to grab latex gloves and white cardigan he stole from Xie Lian and put his hair up into a quick, tight bun.

Honestly at no point did Qi Rong think at all he shouldn’t wander into an active crime scene.

He didn’t think about it when ducked under the police tape, or went into the neighboring apartment. 

Qi Rong hated the guy, but not an active hatred as the man didn’t deserve the space in Qi Rong’s mind to be hated, so Qi Rong felt nothing at seeing the dead body on the floor. 

It was the smell that made him want to throw up. The smell mixed Qi Rong with a feeling of vindication as the stench wasn’t him, and offense as everyone thought he stunk like a corpse. 

Qi Rong crouched pretending to inspect the area of the trash covered floor and heard the detectives talking.

“Looks like a drunken accident if I ever saw one. Knocked his own brains out on this table after tripping on this cord.”

“Looks like some used to live here with him, but no one has been around in a while.”

“Ran his record and says he had a minor child living with him. Could be a runaway unless we are suspecting foul play.”

Qi Rong wasn’t really listening until Qi Rong had caught the last sentence from the detective “... Call CFS, see if there is any case...”.

Everything in the apartment was going out of focus and blurring all together at the detective's words. The state of things was garbage spilling over, seemingly every dish being dirty, take away boxes with rotted left over bits, and broken furniture, and Qi Rong was tripping over it, but was caught by someone.

“Hey, weren't you fired from the coroner's office?” 

“Uh, yeah. I’m not supposed to be here. Good job officer.” Qi Rong patted the cop on back as he made his way back into his apartment

As Qi Rong slumps against the door until he hits the floor, this is when Qi Rong’s brain starts thinking. 

Qi Rong thinks, ‘Oh shit. Oh shit. Ohshit!’.  Qi rong was coming to dawning realization of something he already knew

Qi Rong remembers why he hates the neighbor. The neighbor that would beat his kid. That kid had been Gu Zi. That corpse is still legally Gu Zi’s father. Gu Zi’s father was dead. Gu Zi's father was dead and the cop was going to call CFS and Gu Zi would be taken into the system. Gu Zi would be taken away from him and placed into home Qi Rong would know nothing about. 

Qi Rong wasn’t going to let that happen.

Qi Rong had more thinking to do now. Qi Rong knew how a crime scene was worked. The patrol officer would ask the neighbors questions. Practically being summoned by the thought, Qi Rong felt the cop knock on his door. Qi Rong could hear the conversation on the other side of the door.

“Seems like no one is home.”

“I just saw him walk in.” Another knock. 

Thinking began to turn into panic. The cop had seen Qi Rong come into his apartment. They could break the door down and take Gu Zu from him right now.

Even if the cops didn’t break in now, the officers would be back. Qi Rong knew the questions everyone would be asked, and the answers that would be given.

Everyone knew that GuZi was the dead man's legal child, and that the boy lived with Qi Rong, and that Qi Rong had threatened the life of the neighbor. A neighbor that no one cared for, but was still less hated than Qi Rong.

Qi Rong who was assigned to carry the blame for everything by a hand in the heavens. 

There would be no investigation. There would be no trial. Qi Rong would be held accountable for that man’s stupid death and Gu Zi would be left alone.

Qi Rong would rather be dead than to be placed in another system that would ruin his life. Qi Rong couldn’t die yet though, because there was Gu Zi to think of. 

Objectively, Qi Rong had known GuZi was only living here. He knows Gu Zi would rather live here than with the deadbeat, but does Qi Rong have any right to keep him?

Then, GuZi put his ipad down and looked at Qi Rong, “Are we still going to the park?”

“Do you want to live together forever Gu Zi? Never go back to that other place? It will be just you and me?” 

He could feel the footsteps and chattering in the hall through the vibration on the door. Another knock. The knocking wouldn’t stop. The door would be kicked down on top of Qi Rong any minute now.

 It didn’t matter though. Only Gu Zi’s answer mattered and Qi Rong had to breathe and focus on Guzi’s face as he processed the question, focusing on hearing the boy’s voice over the knocking.

No one had ever asked Qi Rong where he wanted to be, so he had to give GuZi this choice at least.

Gu Zi looked confused at the question for all  of one second and answered with no doubts and a smile, “Of course!”

“Great. Pack your shit. We’re moving.”

[unremarkablehouse]

"If I were that Stoned..." Ch 2

Mature | pre-IWTB | MSR | WC 2,764 | AO3

Summary: Set before the IWTB, Mulder and Scully have settled into their own domestic routine in their Unremarkable House. Deciding it’s time to spice things up, Mulder takes it upon himself to discover exactly what would happen ‘if they were that high.’ Smut ensues.

As Scully made her way down their dirt driveway the afternoon sun lit a golden path across the dry grass illuminating a relaxed Mulder, leaning by the metal gate. Dressed in his old jeans and a grubby T-shirt, the dirt on his face and clothes informed her he had been working outside today. Still, it was unusual for him to be waiting by the gate for her to get home. They had established a pretty consistent routine, Mulder would get up with her in the mornings, make breakfast and coffee, warm up/de-ice her car on cold days and open the gate as she left for work so she didn’t risk getting her clothes dirty. This worked nicely because Mulder would then take off on his morning run, leaving him with the day to putter around outside or research things to his heart’s content until she got home. Mulder waiting by the gate for her to get home like a dog pining for his owner had her radar going, something was definitely up.

“What’s up Doc?” Mulder asked as she pulled to a stop and rolled down the window.

“Are you getting in Mulder?”

Mulder swung open the passenger door and jumped up on the runner, bracing himself by holding the roof and the SUV door. Tapping on the roof Mulder yelled “let’s go Baby!”

“Mulder, no. Get in the car!”

“I stink Scully, trust me you don’t want me messing up your car. This is fine, just drive slowly and try to avoid any potholes.”

Begrudgingly, Scully drove her car slowly towards their house with Mulder hanging off the side of the SUV like some deranged pirate.

Before she could pull to a complete stop Mulder jumped off and slammed the door.

“Mulder you’re crazy.”

“It’s not like I jumped onto a train or a cable car, I’ve mellowed in my old age!” Scully rolled her eyes and made her way to the front door, intercepting Mulder for a kiss.

“Woah, Mulder you do stink! Did you get sprayed by a skunk again?”

“No, I was helping Andrews with some of his posts and went through a hemp field.”

Mulder started stripping off all his clothes as they walked inside, unconcerned by his nudity, and Scully couldn’t help but admire his toned physique. Mulder was definitely aging well, his body had filled out and became more muscular than when they first met. Scully’s appreciative leer was not missed by Mulder who gave her a smug grin.

“I’m going to take a shower, wanna join me?”

“Mulder the type of shower you need right now requires total focus to get rid of that unholy funk.”

“Suit yourself!”

With the leftovers reheated and put on plates Scully let herself enjoy the feeling of domestication and stability. Mulder appeared just in time to eat, hair still wet from the shower, shirtless and sporting a pair of sweatpants. His mood was suspiciously jovial and Scully was still waiting to find out what he was up to.

“Okay, spill it Mulder.”

Her decree caught Mulder off guard and his face looked like a kid who’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Attempting to feign innocence Mulder’s ‘what’, was met with an arched eyebrow and an unrelenting Scully stare.

Mulder sheepishly pulled out a ziplock bag with two rolled joints in it and handed it to Scully.

“Mulder is that pot?” Scully’s amusement put Mulder at ease as he explained himself.

“For a minute there I felt like I was in an afterschool special. It was a gift from Andrews for helping with the fence. I thought after dinner we could smoke on the front porch and you could show me how stoned sex is supposed to work.”

“I can’t believe you remembered! That was years ago Mulder, I haven’t gotten high in decades.”

“Of course I remembered, it was the first time we slept in the same bed.”

“Mulder, I’m game to try it but I may have oversold high sex a little bit. I was coming onto you- but you didn’t make a move.”

“WHAT! I was such a dumbass. Here I am so fond of the fact that we held hands and slept together that night, and you’re telling me we could have had crazy monkey sex!”

“I don’t know about crazy monkey sex, but yeah. I thought I was going to get fired so I figured, why not.”

“Man, I have no game. Thank god you jumped me or I’d still be pining for you.”

“Thank god,” Scully said, and pulled Mulder down for a kiss.

Nuzzling her neck affectionately Mulder whispered in her ear, “for the record, holding hands and sleeping with you was still pretty great.”

“I think so-”

Standing back and giving Scully an appreciative once over, Mulder declared, “but sex with you is incredible, so the dumbass verdict remains.”

After finishing the dishes, Mulder sauntered onto their front porch to find Scully sitting cross legged on her chair, her glass of ice water resting on the little table in between their chairs. Bewitched, Mulder watched her take a slow sip and capture an ice cube, rolling it around in her mouth until she decided to crunch it. Scully knew it was one of her habits that drove him crazy, their silent game of seduction was on. Handing her the bag of joints and a lighter, Mulder reached up and stretched his back in a way that was mostly performative for Scully. Still shirtless, his muscles rippled as he flexed, giving out a groan of relief and pretending to be oblivious to the effect he was having on her.

Long before they became lovers they would each delight in teasing one another. Touches that lasted a little too long, close whispers, a tongue slowly gliding over a lip, clothing revealing slithers of flesh normally concealed to the outside world. Years later, in their rustic house, these covert seductive behaviors were hardly necessary. But it was if the excitement of these elicit displays had morphed into their own private love language. Perhaps it was their way of ensuring their keen focus on one another, noticing gestures others would overlook, enjoying the game of never needing to acknowledge them aloud.

Scully captured his gaze as it was her turn to dance, she moistened her lips before taking the joint in her mouth and lighting it. The low grown Mulder emitted as he relaxed further into his chair was all the encouragement Scully needed to continue her show. Leaning her head back and closing her eyes, Scully exhaled her first hit of the joint, moving her mouth to form perfect smoke rings. Scully passed the joint over to Mulder, his eyes already dark with desire and an amused grin.

“Such a bad girl Scully; I love it.”

Knowing she’d won this round, Scully affectionately watched Mulder inspect the joint before taking a deep inhale. His face went red as he coughed and choked the smoke out, with tears in his eyes he looked up to Scully with his sheepish smile as she encouraged him to take a sip of her water. Taking the joint off Mulder, Scully repositioned herself on his lap and took another hit. Once she was sure his airways had calmed down she instructed him to hold still as she exhaled the smoke into his mouth, shot-gunning the joint.

Mulder’s face lit up with approval, taking in the pot much easier than the first time. Kissing her cheek Mulder said “that is way better than smoking a joint.”

“I thought you might like it,” Scully replied before she exhaled more smoke directly into his mouth.

They had managed to smoke the entire joint in that fashion, getting lost in their own world until Scully stubbed out the butt and gave a big yawn.

“How are you feeling Honey?” Mulder asked, examining her closely.

“I’m just very relaxed Mulder. How are you doing?” Scully asked, punctuating her question with a peck on his lips.

“I feel really floaty, Scully. Like if you got off my lap, I might be so light that I’d float away.”

The absurdity of Mulder’s serious statement made Scully giggle, and her giggling got Mulder giggling until they were both laughing for no reason.

“Mulder, I think it’s safe to say we’re stoned.”

“Empirical evidence would have to agree with you.”

“Wait, so you just need to get stoned to care about evidence?!”

“You live you learn-“ Mulder said as his focus shifted to kissing Scully’s neck while his hands made their way under her shirt.

His dramatic mood change immediately affected Scully, who leant back into his chest, encouraging him to continue his exploration of her body. As Mulder kissed and caressed her, Scully gave herself over to heightened sensations and let them feed her arousal. When she couldn’t take it anymore she turned around on Mulder’s lap, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss while her hands roamed down the plains of his chest finding his hard cock. Her touch set Mulder’s skin on fire as he lifted his pelvis, grinding his erection into her hand. They broke from their deep kisses and panted, time had contracted and somehow their foreplay had concluded, both of them more than ready for the main event. Mulder reached to unzip Scully’s pants, only to have his hands meet air as she pulled away from him and stood up from his lap.

“No Mulder, we can’t have sex on the porch again. Last time we did I had a sore neck for a week.”

“Right, and I got a splinter in my butt!”

They both laughed at the memory, while Scully pulled Mulder up from his chair, guiding him through the house and into their bedroom.

Without ceremony they both removed their clothes and took their habitual positions on their bed. Before Scully could kiss him again, Mulder held her back and stopped her, making a show at inspecting her body as if he had never seen her naked before. After a few too many minutes of Mulder’s appreciative stare, Scully grabbed his head in her hands and kissed him.

“Are you going to stare at me Mulder or are we going to have sex.”

“Sorry, I just got carried away looking at you. You’re so beautiful Scully, I adore every single inch of you.”

“You’re not too bad yourself,” Scully said and resumed their kiss.

Their love making continued in a familiar sequence of touches and caresses, halting progress as Mulder reached Scully’s chest. It was normal for Mulder to adorn attention on Scully’s breasts, his admiration of them was well known, but his current display seemed to be hyperfixed on them. Scully pulled Mulder’s head away from her chest and laughed at his forlorn expression.

“Mulder, I think you’re forgetting something.”

“Sorry Honey, but you have amazing boobs. I just want to touch and play with them all day.” Mulder reached his hand out to Scully’s breast so he could resume fondling her, only to be gently slapped away.

“Ohmygod Mulder, you can’t be trusted with my breasts anymore.”

Moving away from him, Scully squeezed out a small amount of lube from the nightstand and glided it across Mulder’s cock, rubbing the excess off on Mulder’s belly with a laugh. Scully got on all fours and turned around to Mulder, instructing him to get into position. Mulder draped his entire body over Scully as he entered her from behind and nuzzled her neck. One of Mulder’s hands glided up her torso and made their way to her breasts.

“Okay, they’re still there,” Mulder mumbled in her ear as he glided himself inside her. Wrapped in his embrace, Scully giggled at the thought of her wearing a Mulder coat, loving the way his body heat permeated her being and the feel of his cock buried deep inside her. It wasn’t long until she felt her orgasm rise as Mulder rhythmically circled her clit and maintained strong consistent strokes. The intense thrum in her body was all too much for her, as her orgasm engulfed her Scully felt her arms collapse and her upper body came to rest on the bed. Mulder continued to piston into her, never stopping his sturdy rhythm, his hand gently guiding her back into a comfortable position.

Scully was lost in a haze, the post orgasm endorphins combined with her high had overwhelmed her body. No longer capable of conscious thought she moaned in pleasure as her body continued to be stimulated by Mulder’s powerful thrusts.

Mulder’s thoughts were equally blank as he focused on the sensations, the contractions of Scully’s pussy guiding his pace and letting him know she was close again. Moving both his hands to her hips, Mulder gripped Scully tightly and pounded as hard as he could trying to push her over the edge again. Without her face or body near him Mulder’s rhythmic thrusting started to feel robotic to him, as if he was no longer in control, unable to stop himself and overwhelmed by the feeling. Scully’s orgasmic scream seemed to bring his vigorous pace to a slow halt, his body softly pulsed, bringing her down gently. Pulling out from Scully, Mulder sat himself up against the headboard and found himself once again overwhelmed and now inundated with fear.

Unsure how long her body had been incapacitated post orgasm, Scully’s hand reached out around her looking for Mulder. His absence sobered her up, and she instantly realized something was wrong.

Looking around the bed, Scully found Mulder sitting up by the headboard with a terrified look on his face. It was clear he’d been battling with a panic attack, too overwrought to speak. Rushing to him, Scully ran her hands through Mulder’s hair in an effort to calm him down. Relief suddenly flashed through his eyes as Mulder recognized her, and his breathing started to return to normal.

“Mulder, are you ok? What happened?”

“I don’t know Scully. We were having sex and suddenly I felt lost, like you weren’t there. The next thing I knew I was alone and I couldn’t find you, I was so afraid.”

Straddling Mulder’s lap Scully rested her forehead against his and took deep calming breaths. Without a word Mulder followed her lead until their breathing was synchronized. Staring into her eyes Mulder felt a deep wave of calm wash over him and enter into every fiber of his being.

“No more pot for you Mulder, okay?”

“Okay Doc.”

As Scully moved to lift herself off Mulder, she felt his arms tighten around her, pulling her closer. His mouth sought hers out and his kiss felt like he was pulling her into him.

“I don’t feel lost when I can see you,” Mulder said against her lips. Scully grabbed on to Mulder’s hand, feeling the full power of their connection, their bodies coming together once more. Without any conscious action Mulder was once again inside her, the rocking of their bodies in perfect unison, an expression of deep unabiding love. The crest of their orgasms occurred in perfect synchronicity, their gaze locked into each other’s eyes as they began to unravel. A reverent silence filled the air as they both came down from their transcendental experience.

Finally breaking the silence Mulder looked over at a bedraggled Scully with a sense of pride. “So, was stoned sex as good as you remembered it Scully?”

“It was different. But sex with you is always on another level, our connection makes it phenomenal.”

Mulder mouthed the word phenomenal, letting his ego enjoy the feedback.

“I guess we’ve never really needed anything to make sex more amazing between us. But I’m glad I got to try high sex with you,” Mulder said as he moved them into a spooning position.

Scully’s eyes had started to close when Mulder whispered into her ear, “Scully, I’m going to get up for a while. Don’t be alarmed if I come back smelling of Doritos.”

Before he could get out of bed Scully grabbed onto his hand.

“You better bring the packet with you if you expect to be let back in bed.”

“We can eat in bed?!”

“One time exception, Mulder.”

Mulder looked down at her tiny hand in his and felt his heart constrict the same way as it had the first time she held his hand in bed all those years ago. With a quick kiss Mulder made his way down to the kitchen to get their snacks and thanked his lucky stars for his badass Partner.

tagging: @

[emeraldmew]

The best thing is that Visser Three's his own worst enemy: pretty much guaranteeing that no one who knows how to get rid of skunk stink will actually tell him about tomato juice because everyone knows what happens when you tell him new information that contradicts what he thinks he knows.

When you fire* the experts you get stuck in the stink.

*behead and/or cannibalize

[sunnytoonsproductions]

☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

Here's some personality/ characterisrics inspirations for Dr Nefario in the 'back to the SING!' reboot:

Robbie Rotten from lazytown - I just feel like Dr Nefario would act EXACTLY like Robbie Rotten, like, you know... In the reboot, he yet again constantly tries to get rid of Sunny just like how Robbie constantly wants to get rid of Sportacus. And Nefario would even sing a few songs by Robbie, such as 'master of disguise' in the reboot, since Dr Nefario has special costumes of each character in the reboot to look exactly like them. And honestly! If Stefan Karl Stefannson was still alive, then Dr Nefario would often even sound like Robbie in the reboot

The grinch from Dr Seuss - Dr Nefario in the reboot honestly hates it when all the atlanta residents have lots of fun and are just constantly joyful, ESPECIALLY Sunny, so he constantly tries to ruin it ofcourse

Baboon from skunk fu! - Dr Nefario also has his minions like how Baboon has ninja monkeys as his helpers/minions, and he's just very evil in general just like Baboon

Dr Nefario from despicable me - do I even need to explain? They're both mad doctors and scientists!

☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

And, even sometimes Dr Nefario would have Paul McLoone as his voice actor and Baboon from skunk fu as his voice claim =^.^=

[disneybuddy]

Average "Regular Show" Episode

(There are several videos on YouTube and TikTok that act as hypothetical episodes of Regular Show, and are so accurate that they really do feel like episodes of the show. Thus, I've decided to give it a try myself...)

(The episode starts with Mordecai and Rigby playing video games)

Mordecai: OOOOOOOOOOOOOH! I'm so much better at video games than you, Rigby!

Rigby: STOP TALKING!

Benson: (enters) Mordecai, Rigby, there's a new beehive in the park. I need you to get rid of it before somebody gets stung.

Rigby: Ugh, fine.

(Benson leaves)

Mordecai: Aw, dude, Rigby, if we, like, go near those bees, we're gonna get stung. What are we gonna do?

Rigby: Maybe there's a way to get rid of the bees without getting stung. Do bees have any natural predators?

(They look it up on the internet)

Rigby: Hmmm. It says that bears, skunks, snakes, lizards, birds, and raccoons eat bees.

Mordecai: Dude, that's it! You're a raccoon, you can eat the bees.

Rigby: No way, dude! The bees will sting the inside of my mouth.

Mordecai: Alright, well, maybe we can just lead the bees somewhere else.

Rigby: Dude, I've got an idea!

(Cut to Mordecai dressed as a flower)

Mordecai: Dude, you better not tell anyone about this.

Rigby: (snickering) Don't worry, dude, I won't.

(Mordecai walks over to the beehive)

Mordecai: Hey, bees!

(The bees emerge from the beehive)

Mordecai: I'm a flower, and I'm in the mood to get pollinated or whatever!

(Mordecai leads the bees out of the park, all the way to a dump. Then he returns and takes off the flower costume)

Rigby: Dude, we did it! We got rid of the bees!

Mordecai and Rigby: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAH!

(They go to see Benson)

Mordecai: Benson, we got rid of the bees! We're going to Wing Kingdom now.

Benson: Wow! How did you do it?

Rigby: Simple. We led them all out of the park to that new dump downtown.

Benson: (horrified) You led them WHERE?!

(The ground begins rumbling)

Mordecai: Dudes! What's going on?!

Benson: YOU IDIOTS! THAT NEW DUMP IS A TOXIC WASTE DUMP!

Rigby: Well, how were we supposed to know that?!

(The bees, now gigantic mutants, fly into the park)

Mordecai: Dude, what happened to the bees?!

Benson: The toxic waste turned them into mutants!

Queen Bee: That's right, chumps! Trick US, will you?! Well, we're gonna turn this park into one giant beehive!

Rigby: Hey, does this mean we're gonna have all the honey we can eat?

Mordecai: Dude!

Rigby: I'm just asking.

(Pops shows up)

Pops: (cheerfully) Oh, my! Look at the size of those bees! Ah-ha-ha-ha-

(The bees grab Pops)

Benson: What are you doing to Pops?!

Queen Bee: We're gonna feed him to our larva!

Muscle Man: Oh yeah, bro! You know who ELSE wants to feed Pops to their larva?! MY- (gets grabbed by the bees) Oh no, bro...

(The bees carry Muscle Man off, squealing like a pig)

Rigby: MUSCLE MAN!

Hi-Five Ghost: What are we gonna do, Skips?!

Skips: It's okay, I've seen this before. We just need to-

(The bees grab Skips too)

Mordecai: SKIPS!

Benson: MORDECAI, RIGBY, THINK OF SOMETHING!

Mordecai: (gets an idea) Dude, Rigby! Remember how we read on the internet that raccoons eat bees?!

Rigby: Aw, WHAT?! I don't want to-

Benson: JUST EAT THE BEES OR YOU'RE FIRED!

Rigby: (sighs) The things I do to save the world... HEY, BEES! IT'S DINNER TIME!

(Rigby eats all the bees)

Mordecai: Dude, we did it! We got rid of the bees!

Pops: Good show! Jolly good show!

Benson: Great job, guys! Now clean up this mess.

(THE END)