A.N.T.I. (American Nitwits Think Intelligently): The Rebellion

Oh. Sorry about that. But don't worry. If this went of we would all die a quick and painless death. No suffering involved. Perfectly safe and human. Nothing to worry about. Now, one question at a time. First off; M.U.P.P.E.T.Z stands for, Malevolent Undercover Pals Plotting Eventual Takeover of Zivilization, the Z is thrown in their to throw people off.

Second these M.U.P.P.E.T.Z have planted themselves into the USI, and are currupting the goverment. Leaving the childred defensless. And thirdy. Only you can answere that one.

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Clo Verrz's blonde head shot up from the pillow. She looked at the clock, but the numbers were blurry. She rubbed her eyes, spreading black mascara and eyeliner all over the place and giving herself the appearance of a thieving raccoon.

Clo blinked a few times until the clock came into focus. Her eyes widened a fraction. 2:15! She rolled out of bed, her bare feet landing on the plush carpet with a muffled thud. Her blue pajamas, which were covered with four-leaf clovers, were twisted to the side. She adjusted them properly and made her way toward the bathroom.

She shut the door behind her and a frightful gasp followed soon after. "I look like the boogie man!" Clo yelped, her southern accent smothering her every word. She quickly turned the sink on and began to wash the smeared makeup off.

Twenty-two and a half minutes later, she emerged from her small apartmet, dressed, dolled up, and smiling. Clo skipped to the end of her street and leaned against the pole that held the bus-stop sign.

The bus proved that she wouldn't have to wait long. It pulled up and the door opened. She stepped up the stairs and flashed a flirtatious smile to a few of the occupants, but she finally found herself scooting into the seat in front of Agents Thorn and Mal'ady

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last and least youngest M.U.P.P.E.T.Z agent The Pink Lady(though everyone calls her Whit) hops onto the bus as her pigtails bob on her head. She pays the toll and sits around her fellow agents.

she grabs some Goldfish and Doritos and sits to listen to the meeting. Her eyes wonder aimlessly and clearly bored. It wont be a little while for anything to happen involving her. She's 11 and still eligable to be taken over by the bad people which frightens her deeply. She's seen several friends starting to act differntly. Out of final anger of the rambling from the other agents she exclaims

"I'll not let my friends be taken over by the MUPPETZ. We must act now, swiftly and quickly! As for me, I'm meeting them head-on."

Whit stops the bus and runs off to Muppetzylvania where she will beable to stop them

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CyKo waved to Clo Verrz, noticing that she had some mascara smeared across her neck- aside from this, she was looking perty spiffy and emitted southern charm. He also waved to Whit, who was no more than 12 years old. He tried to find something to do as an awkward silence came over the M-BOO, until Whit Send spoke her mind.

Watching as Whit Send walked off of the bus, CyKo jumped off of his seat. "I second Whit's motion. We can't just stand around and wait for us all to be brainwashed.... I feel the pain of brainwashing. While I was in the FBI, I was brainwashed by someone who I can't remember... because I was brainwashed... it isn't fun. We will all be subject to ruin should the MUPPETZ gain power. The malevolent pals shall not prevail! Look at Whit. She could easily be manipulated by their power! We can't let her, the youngest (and seemingly bravest) of us fight the MUPPETZ on her own!"

CyKo walked past the bus driver, gave him a tip (as the driver rolled his eyes) and stopped at the door.

"Who's with me?"

He then walked off of the bus. The doors closed behind him. He checked his trusty gadget-y watch/phone/ipod and saw that he had three new messages.

1. Pepperoni Pizza Ordered by Pizza Hut (he deleted that one)
2. SPAMSPAMSPAM by SPAMMER (he deleted that one too)

He wished that he would actually get a message from a PERSON. He waited to see if anyone would follow from the bus.

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Clo watched as The Pink Lady, AKA Agent Whit, boarded the bus. She pursed her lips and pulled a compact mirror out of her hot pink purse and examined her face in the small circular mirror. She tilted her head this way and that as the agents behind her droned on. Despite the fact that it appeared she wasn't paying attention, if you asked her what they were talking about, she could tell you word for word. Most people were thrown off by her Barbie-doll appearance and blonde hair; deep inside, there was an intelligent woman with a mind sharper than a hunting knife.

Agent Clo Verrz pulled her lipstick out of her purse and started to apply a fresh, shimmering coat. Before she finished, however, Agent Whit ordered the bus to stop. It did so with a whiplashing lurch. Clo's hand slipped and a bright red lipstick line was drawn across her right cheek. Her green eyes widened and she almost screamed.

Quickly pulling a wet wipe from her purse, she began to wash the lipstick off. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, so it was difficult to tell if she was getting all the lipstick off or if the reddish tint was just her blushing.

Agents were getting off the bus, but for the moment, her appearance was much more important.

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As Agents Whit Send and CyKo disappeared from the bus, Mal'ady stood up. "We must join them, my friends!" she exclaimed. "We cannot spend our time in talk and debate when the enemy grows stronger every day. The M.U.P.P.E.T.Z. are stealing the innocence of children like our Whit. And their plans grow more insidious even as we speak!"

She fumbled in her satchel, ignoring for the moment a battered copy of Pride and Prejudice, a book on the anatomy of beetles, and several Dorito bags that flew out. "In the last month, I have been tracking down evidence of the M.U.P.P.E.T.Z. and their infiltration. Of course, we all know of their takeover of the television, the DVD, and the imagination of the children, but this I had never seen before."

She whipped out a children's storybook, with the bright, ugly faces of a Big Beard and Big Red leering from the front. "In library after library, these horrific creations filled the shelves." She paused for breath, then went on, "Do you see? The children of the U.S.I. cannot even read a book without their minds being manipulated!"

Stuffing the books and chips back into her satchel, Mal'ady marched to the bus door. "And I for one, am not going to let that continue."

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making her way to Muppetzylvania Whit was contemplating hard about what she was actually going to do once she arrived...if the power was that big through television, who knew how strong they could be in real life. She soon began thinking about how she was hungry...and she didnt grab any doritos either! Stomach growling she felt an urge to turn back but the thought of her friends kept her going...she hopes the others follow so she wont have to face the Bad people alone...

she continues walking down the street when she realizes the bus hasnt made any noise since she got off of it. Not paying attention she trips on the curb....bleeding...ugh fantastic

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From his seat on the bus floor amid the scattered pieces of the disassembled bench, Agent Boe Ring watched as one by one, agents began to leave the bus. The bravery of Whit, CyKo, and Mal'ady emboldened his heart and steeled his resolve. Finally, he stood and adressed the remaining agents. "Friends, coworkers, agents, and fellow lovers of cheese-infused cracker snacks, today is a day of decision. We each face the same decision: to follow the example of our colleagues and face this great evil known as M.U.P.P.E.T.Z., or to... well, do something else. Just about any other option falls under the second category, so, fill in the blank. But anyway, I for one have decided to do the latter. NO, wait, I mean the former." He lifted his briefcase a bit. "Inside this case, I have packed fifteen pounds--" He suddenly remembered his accident earlier, "Um, make that about nine point five pounds of a top secret radioactive weapon known simply as Silly Putty. Armed only with this, and my sonic screwdriver, and my hat, and a roll of dental floss in my pocket, I will face the M.U.P.P.E.T.Z. and put an end to their wanton evilry and diabolicalism. So, who's with me!?" Without waiting for an answer, Boe turned on his heels and marched militarily out of the bus, stopping only momentarily to apologize to the driver for the mess he made and the broken seat bench.

Boe stood outside the M-BOO with the other agents, and slid a pair of dark spy-like sunglasses over his eyes. "So... now what?"

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"Oh my stars, can't y'all give me five minutes!?" Agent Clo said, shoving her belongings into her fashionable purse. She slid out of the seat and headed toward the front of the bus, her heels clicking the whole way.

She gave a nod to the bus driver and stepped down the two stairs that led out of the bus. Her heels hit the sidewalk and she adjusted her purse and flouncing hair. "Y'all are like little piglets followin' their mama to the mudhole. Always in a snorkling and squealing hurry." She giggled like a schoolgirl.

However, she soon became serious and a little bit of her intelligent inner-self came out. "Have we ever thought about sending a spy in? I mean, with a person on the inside, our work'll be ten times easier, honey." She used the term of endearment, but wasn't talking to anyone in particular.

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"Hmph," Agent Thorn grumbled as she suddenly found herself in an empty bus. "That's the last time I ask the Doctor for permission to speak when he's got his bazooka."

She adjusted her gauntlets and rose from her seat, hurrying towards the front of the bus so she wouldn't be left behind. She started down the steps, but ended up doing a faceplant into the glass of the door.

"Hey," she said, backing up and giving the door a healthy kung-fu kick which had no effect. "Is this thing jammed?"

The bus driver said nothing. Slowly, the agent turned around.

"What seems to be the problem?" Agent Thorn said irritably, her patience wearing thin. "I have a mission, and. . . ."

The bus driver took off his dark glasses with a cruel smile, and the agent stared.

"Hey, you're looking kind of furry today. . . and goggly-eyed. . . and—and—"

Agent Thorn's words died on her lips as realization dawned on her face, and a furious gasp tore from her throat.

"You!"

Suddenly the impostor slammed the accelerator, and the bus raced forward at alarming speed. The dryad, who admittedly did not have the best balance from being rooted in the ground most of the time, tumbled to the back of the bus before smashing into the rear window. It was open about half a foot, and for a brief second she saw her fellow agents standing on a corner. Their images were rapidly growing smaller as the bus sped away.

"BEWARE THE TRASH CAN!" Agent Thorn screamed, hoping they could hear her over the squeal of the tires.

Suddenly the bus swerved around a corner, sending the agent head first into the left wall of the vehicle, and everything went black.

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Princess Lia (aka Agent Lia) rushed after the runaway bus. She had heard the desperate call of warning followed by maniacal laughter and had quickly decided to help. Her feet pounded on the asphalt and with each step her feet began to slow down. Finally her legs refused to move and Lia doubled over panting. She waved a hand after the bus. "I'll... get... help." And several minutes later, when she had gotten her breathing back to normal, she started in the opposite direction, searching for someone who would answer Agent Thorn's call with her.

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Upon hearing the frantic screams, CyKo ran after the bus as well, following Princess Lia down the asphalt road. Unable to keep up with the bus, he broke down, crying. "I'll never see the M-BOO again... and for that matter, Agent Thorn." He slapped himself, making sure that he cared more for Thorn than he did for the M-BOO. Confidence resurrected, he returned to the group.

He turned to the group, all appeared shocked. This was the first time that an enemy had kidnapped an Agent.

He stuck his hands in his pockets, his head held low. "We must rescue her," he started, "But... 'beware the trashcan'... could it be a trap, should we follow her? But how, HOW! How could we follow her?!"

He realized that he left his watch in the bus. "My bus has a tracking device! We can find Thorn... if anything happens (here he gulped down the lump in his throat) to Thorn... we shall avenge her threefold."

He stood, staring at the road, fresh with dust spurted from the bus's rampaging acceleration. He could still hear the motor rev.

"I say we split into two groups. Mal'ady, Clo Verrz, Boe Ring, Evil Doctor Weirdsworth II, Princess Lia, Whit Send- you shall follow me. The rest of you... you shall continue towards Muppetzylvania... report to me via text message- using the walmart family cell phone plan, people (gotta save up some cash here), and text me your reports. Understood? For Agent Thorn, and to the end of the MUPPETZ'z terroristic vaules!" He seemed pleased with himself, then continued: "And Clo, I suggest you take off your high heels."

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"GREAT PERUVIAN PUTTY-PUNCHERS!" Boe exclaimed as the M-BOO suddenly careened off into the distance, Agent Thorn trapped inside. He quickly snapped open his briefcase and withdrew the SPELR (Silly Putty-Explosives Launcher Rifle), fully loaded and rarin' to go. Taking only a second to aim, he pulled the trigger and shot three globules of explosive silly putty toward the vehicle, not really thinking his actions through.

One globule hit the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street -- KA-BLAM! Rain of gravel.

One globule hit a lampost -- SHATTER-CRASH! Glass everywhere.

One globule flew straight over the bus and landed on the windshield -- No sound or accompanying destruction whatsoever.

"Harumph. Musta loaded one container of non-explosive Silly Putty by accident," He muttered angrily. "Anyone hear what she said? I could've sworn she yelled out an important clue to help us find her and/or avoid a similar fate, but I was too busy getting my gun out to pay attention. Anyone?"

Right about then, Agent CyKo reappeared after chasing the bus, and told them all his plan. Boe nodded affirmatively. "Right. Let's do this!" He reloaded his SPELR just in case, this time being sure to use explosive putty.

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Clo arched a brow at CyKo. "You want me to take off my heels?" Her face was still reflecting disbelief. "You want me to take off my heels? Here? In the middle of nowhere!?"

She gave a laugh and said, "These are $600 shoes. What do you want me to do, drop them in the trash can?" She motioned to the trash can that sat only a few feet away.

Suddenly, Agent Thorn's words echoed through her thoughts. Clo quickly removed her classy heels and turned toward the garbage can. With her mouth parted curiously, she tossed one shoe after the other into the garbage can.

A muffled groan echoed from inside the black trash can.

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Moving towards the trash can, CyKo gazed inside. He saw nothing but darkness, but inside he heard noise. He jumped backwards. The trash can's lid closed, a *thud* came afterwards. He heard another groan.

From inside the trashcan a figure slowly emerged, opening the lid. A hobo was in their midst.

"Whaaa? Wha whoo? You. Barbie doll. Why'd you throw this shoe on my head? 0.o and YOU. You just HAD to close the lid on my head, huh?"

CyKo recoiled. "I'm... sorry... We're looking for the MUPPETZ. We have a lead, and we-" the man grunted, and placed both of his elbows upon the side of the trashcan.

"Muppetz, huh? Muppetz... why you looking for them?" the man asked.

"They are a threat to the public, and they've just stolen my good friend and agent, Thorn."

The man let go a ruffled laugh. He almost sounded like a peacock (:P XD). "You mean old Oskar? HAHAHA! " The man broke into laughter once again.

Motioning to Boe Ring to take out his SPELR, CyKo walked closely to the man. "When I have a question. I expect it to be answered."