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 Posted: Wed May 27, 2015 4:48 pm
It was Saturday Mourning!
The sky was gray and overcast, just like the average teenage monster liked it! The freakend was kicking off, and what was the best way to spend the leisure time? Why at the maul of course! Of course, THIS freakend there was a particularly special reason to be at the maul...
GRUMPY BAT!
Yes, the internet grimsation, the uhh-dorable and might I add, Grumpy little bat, beloved mean meme grouch, was on tour and making a stop at the maul today for pictures with fans due to the release of her book "Grumpy Bat's Guide To Unlife"!
FUN!
And just who was one of Monster High's biggest Grumpy Bat fanatics?
The doors to the maul blew inward and Glen Da West (DUH!) came charging in at top speed, as fast as his legs could take him through the upper court! He would have used his skate board, but being grounded from magic and all...
He raced for the top of the escalator and jumped onto the top step and waited ... and waited ... and waited. He blinked, then looked down and noticed the escalator wasn't working! Oh no! The horror! How was he going to get down to the first floor now!?
He looked around in a panic! He just HAD to be first in line to meet that uhh-dorkable little bat and give her cuddles! Ah HA! There! The answer to a boo's prayers! The elevator! Glen ran for it, bowling monsters of all shapes and sizes over to reach it and slid right through the legs of a manticore and through the elevator doors just before they closed...
And moments later, the doors opened and Glen raced out and ran like a madmoan (ha!) for the center court where the stage was set up, cameras arranged just so... and the stage draped pulled closed so the darkness would better serve the comforts of the bat of the hour! He was almost there! HE WAS GOING TO MAKE IT!
**SCREEEEEEEECH!!!!!!**
Glen came to a sudden halt and almost barreled into the back of a zombie that stood in line.... the last zombie in what had to be fifty in number! Each and every one waiting to see Grumpy Bat!
Glen's face fell pitifully!
"Oh NO!!!"
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Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2015 6:40 am
"Ladies and gentlemansters..."The ghostess of the most highly anticipated of personal appearances in monsterdom, Ms. Scabatha Blunderson, spoke into the micriphone with a ghastly smile on her face."I know you've all been waiting anxiously for this! We thank you for your patience...!"*SLLLLUUUURRRRP!!!* Glen fidgets uncontrollably as he almost inhales his HeXXXtra Large Red Ghoul Slurpee, the hexcitement clear on his face."Of course I can't promise that Grumpy is too appreciative..."Scattered laughs, including from Glen himself. Her her her!"May I present to you the ghoul of the hour ... Grumpy Bat!"The blood red curtains are drawn open revealing the interior of the dark booth, and eyes squinted and peered to gaze inside to get a glimpse of the popular meme sensation! Cue the obligatory mass ...."AWWWWWWWW!!!"Glen jumped up and down to get a better look but some of these zombies were so RUDE blocking his view! Oh wait! He can see her -- but just barely! The ghostess pulled aside the velvet rope to allow the first guest and the first of the many zombies ahead of him S-L-O-W-L-Y started to lumber forward when...Quote: Hext Message to Group (Boo Band)Kai MerhaWhere are u guys?!!! Woestock starts in a couple hours
And he started to send a reply....
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Posted: Tue Jun 09, 2015 7:41 pm
Nero stepped out of Hugore Boss, admiring his new rings. They'd finally gotten the new sizes in for swole bros. He was just about to pack it up for the catacombs when he felt a slight disturbance in his back pocket. Of course, his iCoffin was on vibrate.
He pulled out the phone and gave it a glance. So they needed a strong bro, eh? Nero fired off a reply.
Quote: Yeah bros, I'm at the maul right now, I can find Glen. No prob.
Let's see...if Nero was at Hugore Boss, then Glen would probably be at the rotunda on the upper level, near Aberzombie. Nero grabbed his bags and trudged onwards.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 12:21 pm
Okay, so things were slowly moving along... SLOWLY being the operative word. That's what happens when you get stuck behind a literal army of zombified Grumpy Bat enthusiasts.
How in all of Oz did they even manage to get there before him!? Glen had driven as fast as he could in his Glenmobile, and even took a few shortcuts and liberties with speed limits in order to try and be the first to arrive, and still the zombies got there before he did!
Did they camp out, or stand all night in line? Oh how h wished he had been able to do the same if that were the case, but his mom was not a fan of the idea of her 'Little Green Jumping Bean' being out all night on his own like that.
Moms.... Gotta love them!
Glen watched as Ghoulia Yelps slowly shuffled away and the next zombie slowly shuffled towards the darkened booth... he was getting closer!
One bright spot at being behind the zombies? He had time to get this nifty giant Grumpy Bat Styrofoam finger and matching hat which he was sporting now...
LIKE A BOSS!
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 12:42 pm
Nero was having a harder and harder time getting towards the Grumpy Bat stage. This whole part of the maul was starting to look like are Gorge Scaremero movie.
Fortunately, Nero towered over the zombies so it was easy to see the crowd. Unfortunately, Glen towered under the zombies so it was hard to figure out which gap might contain the pint-sized witch.
From the stage area, a little black-out booth that was the fixed center of attention rustled. Out stepped Ms. Scabatha Blunderson.
"Attention, ladies and gentlemansters! Grumpy Bat will be going on a 15 minute break."
A chorus of disappointed groans rose up from the mass of assemble fans.
"Don't worry! Grumpy Bat will be here all day, to make sure that everyone has a chance to see her. In the meantime, Grumpettes will be walking through the line with bottles of commemorative Grumpy Water, only $5. Thank you!"
Seemingly from nowhere, a dozen teenagers Grumpy Bat staff tank tops materialized with large boxes and started milling around.
"OOOOO! OOOOOOOOOOOO! OVER HERE, NO DOWN, HERE, I'LL TAKE TWENTY!"
Nero turned his head to see a frantic foam finger waving just at eye level. Well who else could that possibly be.
"Hey Bro," said Nero, "shoving as gentlemansterly but firmly as he could through the crowd, "how it going?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 12:57 pm
At the sound of Nero's voice, Glen looked up -- just as his oversized Grumpy Hat slid down over his eyes, and half of his nose. They really should make these things in a more 'modest' size. Glen used the 'forefinger' of his Styrofoam hand to nudge his hat back up and his face brightened into a smile at the familiar face of his bluddy.
"Nero! Hi!" Glen turned as one of the Grumpettes arrived to sell him the aforementioned Grumpy Water -- COMMEMORATIVE Water I might add, with Grumpy Bat's cure little kisser plastered right there on the label.
He counted out the cash and handed it over to the ghoul's claws, then eagerly passed the bottles into Nero's arms before Nero could say anything to the contrary. (Not that he would, it's just the sort of sphinx he is!)
Plus, without magic, how could Glen possibly carry the bottles?
"What brings you to the maul?" Glen asked casually as he stood on his tiptoes, trying to sneak a peek into the darkness of Grumpy''s tent on the stage. He then turned to Nero, wide eyed. "Are YOU a Grumpy Fan too!?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 1:22 pm
Nero tossed the bottles into one of his bags where they clunked down somewhere next to a new pair of shoes from Doc Scartin.
"Well not really, but I~" he started, as he turned back towards Glen. Glen, gazing rapturously at the stage like he could still see Grumpy Bat inside the tent. Handlers were passing sandwiches through the curtain. It would break Glen's little green heart to have to leave now, and it would make them late for practice.
Really late.
Probably even too late to practice.
And worst case scenario, depending on how many zombies were in line, maybe the whole show.
"But I really wanted to check out to see what the fuss was about! Heh heh, who knows, maybe Grumpy Bat will inspire me to try something new."
Glen beamed. Nero cringed. New like totally betraying the band? A wave of guilt rose up. It was squished flat as a nearby speaker spat out a high pitched feedback loop. Nero swallowed hard. Well...but this really did mean a lot to Glen. This was for Glen, right?
Nero glanced at his watch.
"So...uh...tell me about Grumpy Bat."
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2015 2:57 pm
Nero de Sphinx " So...uh...tell me about Grumpy Bat."
FUN!
All this history being taught while the hexhibit was opened back up and the zombies ahead started to (S-L-O-W-L-Y) file in once again, until at last there was only one zombie ahead....
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2015 9:17 pm
Nero tried not to sigh in relief too loudly as they arrived nearly at the tent, but Glen was still rattling off facts about Grumpy Bat and didn't notice. In fact, he was talking in such an unbroken stream-of-consciousness that even though they were second in line, it didn't register with Glen at all.
This was what he deserved, Nero thought, for betraying the band. Now he had to listen all about Grumpy Bat and her favorite foods and colors and what size earmuffs she wore in the winter, and they were still going to make it in time for the *shudder* band to get back together. It would take a miracle of a diversion now. Maybe Glen would want to stay in the tent for a few hours?
"...and then it was at the first annual Internet Bat Film Fearstival in Grimmeapolis that Grumpy Bat met Lil' Blob, the blob/bay hybrid, for the first time..."
"SAY LOOK GLEN, we're almost to the front!" Nero managed to get in, nudging Glen as lightly as he could but still sending the little witch staggering back a few feet.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2015 5:39 pm
"Hm?"
Glen righted himself from the lap of the elderly vampire whom he had almost fallen upon, and turned his head to spot just the one lone zombie in front of Nero and himself in the fabled Grumpy Bat fan line, and his yammering about said adorkable bat was brought to a screeching halt upon the realization that -- *GASPS!* -- he was next!
"OhmyOz!OhmyOz!OhmyOz!"
In his hexcitement, Glen grabbed Nero by the arm and gave his bluddy a squeeze to bring himself under control, causing Nero to wince and almost made the big sphinx lose his composure. Mini-bro had a surprisingly strong grip for such a little guy!
The zombie that had been in the tent exited -- slowly -- with a photograph and DVD in hand of his hexperience, and the next zombie stepped up to Ms. Scabatha Blunderson.
"UhhhUhhhnnghn?"
Scabatha sighed and said, "No, this is not where you get tickets for the Monster Mash. Ticket Masher is on the other side of the maul."
"Ughhnhgh."
"You're welcome." She said as the zombie shuffled off and then she smiled at Glen, "Next?"
"You heard the lady mini-bro." Nero prodded the suddenly bashful Glen who was having a hextreme fanboo moment. "You're next."
"Oh boo! Oh boo! Oh boo!" Glen fidgeted in a fit of uncontrollable hexcitement as he and Nero stepped into the tent. (Note: Nero is unable to pass a photo op up!) Scabatha led them to the little stand where that famous little bat was hanging by her claws, her grumpy expression set as her eyes took a disinterest in the two monster boos who have come to pose with her.
"Alright," Scabatha said. "You stand there..." She positioned Glen to Grumpy Bat's left.... "And you, there." And she set Nero to the right of the Grumpster. She stepped back, taking in Nero's hextreme size and motioned 'down' with her finger. "You'll have to lean down. I'd rather not have your head cut off."
"Not to worry!" Glen declared. "Nero is a natural for the cuddles with the ladies! Ha!" Glen laughed at his own joke, of course referring to Nero's (in)famous charm with the ghouls, while Nero himself pondered how he himself had gotten into this picture? Oh, yeah. Right.
Photo op!
Scabatha Blunderson then moved around to the other side of the camera as Glen's hexcitement grew and grew!
"Oh my Oz! I've waited my whole unlife for this one single moment!"
"Say schreech!"
"SCREECH!"
"There he is!"
And before they knew what was happening, Nero and Glen were surrounded by Burly Hurly and his kidnapping clan of goblins, and their Hired Hag for hexpress teleportation delivery service. All they had to do was grab the unsuspecting boos and...
*POP!*
*flash!*
Scabatha looked up from the camera and blinked back at the empy spaces where two boos had just previously filled.
"Where'd they go?"
Grumpy Bat just shifted her wings slightly and closed her eyes. She had taken pictures with boos before.
It was awful.
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