LONG LONG AGO IN A LIVING ROOM FAR FAR AWAY
our young hero is trapped in a box by his nefarious brother Nicholas Trickypants. He has been launched on an adventure to the Death Star for a duel with Darth Vader. Or Marth Vader. Or Darth Sader.
Our young hero has just awoken from a much needed nap.
THE VOICE IN THE BOX: Come on guys, ME wants to get out. And where did you put the litter box?
NICHOLAS OOPSYPANTS: um, litter box?
MILES: Really, you were going to send me into outer space without a litter box? And you gave him cheesy broccoli? You know that cheese can sometimes, um, just go through a dude, right?
NICHOLAS SORRYPANTS: oh jeez. I didn't know. Now what is I supposed to do? I can't find the remote control to turn the ship around. And it might be out of range.
MILES: Out of range? It's in the kitchen.
THE VOICE FROM THE KITCHEN: Hey, what's this box doing in here? And who's in it?
SAMMY Dear The Mom STAHP PUTTING THAT OINTMENT CRAP ON MINE BELLY. It's GROSS
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