the amazing captain underpants

Title: Captain Underpants and the Revolting Revenge of the Radioactive Robo-Boxers (Captain Underpants #10)
Author: Dav Pilkey
Format: Epub
Rating: 4.5/5
Status: Finished
Reading Date: May 14, 2017
Book Summary: A world without UNDERPANTS?!!!

When we last saw our heroes, George and Harold, they had been turned into evil zombie nerds doomed to roam a devastated, postapocalyptic planet for all eternity. But why, you might ask, didn’t the amazing Captain Underpants save the boys from this frightening fate? Because Tippy Tinkletrousers and his time-traveling hijinks prevented George and Harold from creating Captain Underpants in the first place! Now, having changed the course of human history forever, they’ll have to figure out a way to CHANGE IT BACK.

Could this be the end for Captain Underpants?!!
Book Review: Real Rating: 4.5

Harold and George are back!

This time we learn that Professor Tippy Tinkletrouser did not meet his unfortunate end as we had once thought in last book. Instead we find that the two zombie George and Harold actually stepped on a large packet of ketchup.

We find Tippy Tinkletrouser in a bind. He has managed to scare some bullies and changed the course of history. In this set of events, he got Mr. Krupp fired and because of this there will be no Captain Underpants. So he decides to go back to stop himself from scaring the bullies and returns ten minutes before his first appearance and presses the “Go Away!” button. He hides behind the school and waits. When the bullies appear, he freezes them and it is then the other version of him appears. He tells himself that he has come to stop him from scaring the bullies. He then proceeds to shrink the other version of himself and puts him in his pocket.

To make this summary short, there is a time travel to 65 million years ago and another tiny Professor Tippy Tinkletrouser. Of course mix in Captain Underpants and you a recipe for hilarity and toilet humor all wrapped up in this issue.

We have reached book ten in the series of Captain Underpants and I don’t think these books could become any more funnier. Harold and George are still keeping me in stitches. It doesn’t matter whether they are directly or indirectly involve with any of the trouble that seems to find them.

I have come to enjoy these books and I have become a fan of Dav Pilkey. The boys are fun and engaging and keep you guessing exactly what is going to happen next in the book. You might think something happened at the end of the last book only to find out you have been fooled. I cannot wait to pick up the next book.

Party Like it's 1985

Prompt: “ok so you just turned 21 and after a nice birthday with family and friends your mom takes you out to "a bar” but its like this place thats 80s music funkytown theme all the time and its populated by people who were 20 in the 80s. of all the people you end up meeting is benny krupp. you take a fast liking to him and while getting as drunk as possible in a night you try to dance with benny and lead him on along to a bunch of cheesy but hard 80s bops. 100% inspired by “does your mother know. yeah your mom knows she thinks its cute, because shes as drunk as you”

I absolutely fell head over heels with this prompt like wow… I tried to get it as close as possible and I hope y'all have fun with this because I sure as hell did 👌


“What do you think, dear?”

You and your mother sat across from each other at a high top table.

It was your 21st birthday, and your mother knowing you had a taste for the 80’s whether it was style, fashion, music, etc., had surprised you by taking you to the only place she could think of that would fit your particular personality quite perfectly.

“This is absolutely crazy, but I kinda love it!” You exclaimed. The bar was enveloped in neon and retro triangular designs. Whitney Houston blared from the DJ stand as older women clad in bright patterned leggings, denim jackets, messy ponytails and bright make-up jived across the holo-tiled dance floor with older men in acid wash jeans, parachute pants and t-shirts. It was quite a sight to behold.

“Here, lemme get you something from the bar. I hear they have a great blackberry martini here!” Beamed your mother as she pulled out her wallet from her purse and headed off towards the bar.

Meanwhile you found yourself entranced by the scenery. The bright lights, the music… you found yourself swaying to the beat in your seat.

Just them you noticed a larger man sitting alone at one of the high tops just across the dance floor. He looked a bit out of place in his khaki pants and tucked in collared shirt, like he had just gotten out of a lousy day at work and came here to try and have a good time. However it didn’t look like it was working..

Just as the final chorus to “I Wanna Dance with Somebody” finished, your mother returned with two very large martinis in hand.

“There you go, doll. Happy birthday!” She said clinking the glasses together and placing one of the drinks in front of you.

“Thanks, Mom.” You smiled and took a small sip of the new drink. It tasted sweet and felt warm running down your throat. It was strange at first, but you easily got used to the new sensation and soon worked your way halfway down the glass.

“That’s the way!” You mother nodded as she too sipped at the strong sweet liquor.

You glanced up from your glass across the dance floor once more at the man.

“Hey Mom. I’m gonna go make a request to the DJ quick.” You smiled and hopped off your chair, taking your martini with you.

“Alrighty, love! Have fun!” Your mother dazily waved as she took another long sip from her drink.

You weaved your way through the dance floor, rocking your hips with each step as “Uptown Girl” started to fade in.

The man look down at his wristwatch and sigh, resting his head in his hand.

“Hey there.” You rested a hand on his table, causing him to perk up from his forlorn trance.
“Is everything alright?”

A grimace immediatly shot across his face and he quickly averted his eyes from you.

“It’s none of your business.” He grumbled.

You shrugged. “Alright then. Can I at least buy you a drink?”

Suddenly the man’s expression changed. He raised an eyebrow, glancing back at you.

“You what?” He said.

“I said I want to buy you a drink.” You smiled and raised your glass. “If you don’t want to think about it, then drink about it! That’s what my mother always says, anyway.”

You noticed the corner of his mouth turn up slightly.

“Alright then. I guess one couldn’t hurt. But let me pay for it.” He said.

You shrugged again. “Fair enough. My name’s Y/N.”

“Benny” He said. “Benny Krupp.” He held out his hand for you.

“Pleasure to meet you, Benny.” You said shaking his hand. “Mind if I join you?”

Benny glanced over at the empty, lonely seat across from him.

“Hell. Sure. Why not.” He gave in, gesturing to the empty seat.

“Thanks.” You made yourself comfortable on the tall, jazz patterned hightop chair. “So what do you do for a living, Benny?”

Benny sighed, brushing back his toupee, knocking it slightly out of place.

“I’m the principal for Jerome Horwitz Elementary.” He said begrudgingly.

You shook your head. “Ah, that’s gotta be stressful. All those kids. It must be hell.” You finished off the last of your martini. You began to feel your head becoming a little light. That must be the alcohol kicking in.

“Heh. Hell doesn’t even begin to describe it.” He grumbled.

You smiled and rested your hand on the table across from his.

“Well how about this. Tonight you are not a principal. You are a guy out to have a good time with no worries about work or hell kids. Now let’s go get you a good, stiff drink.” You then took him by the wrist, pulling him out of his seat and guiding him over to the bar.

A few drinks later Benny was probably the most relaxed he has ever been in his life, slumped in his chair with a wide goofy grin across his face as he shared stories of his terrible, horrible school endeavors.

“I swear to God, I spend my whole damn life at that school and what do I get? My house destroyed with toilet paper.” He laughed, gesturing his beer towards you. “Never trust kids, Darlin’.”

“I hear ya’ loud and clear, Benjamin!” You wiped a tear from your eye from laughing so hard. You had lost track of time and how much you had consumed, but there was one thing you did know in your inebriated state: Your favorite song was playing and you HAD to dance.

You quickly got down from your chair, taking Benny by the wrist again.

“Woah, what’s happening??” He retorted, sliding down from his seat.

You smiled wide, softly tugging him towards the dance floor.

“Come on! I love this song!” You exclaimed. You swiftly guided him to an open spot towards the middle the floor, surrounded by groups of swaying and swinging 50/60-somethings.

Intertwining his fingers in yours, you began swinging your hips to the beat, moving your feet rhythmically back and forth where you stood. Benny watched your feet intently as he struggled to keep up with your pace. He stumbled for a moment or two, but no feet stepped on just yet!

“Here, try this!” You lifted his arm over your head, making him spin you about as you came around to place your hand on his shoulder. Reflexively, you felt a hand on your hip as he brought you closer. You and Benny couldn’t help but smile and laugh. It felt like nothing else in the world mattered anymore. You two were having the time of your lives.

“So what is a person like you doing in a place like this?” He bantered.

“It’s my birthday!” You replied. “My mom brought me here to celebrate.”

You gestured back at the table where your mother was heavily flirting with one of the waiters.

“Seems like she’s got her night sorted out, eh?” Benny chuckled, spinning you about once more.

You shook your head and laughed, bringing yourself closer to his body. You pressed your chest against his, feeling the shared heat from his and your intoxicated, flushed faces.

Benny looked down at your face, smiling and brushing the hair from his toupee back.

“Heya, Y/n.. Thanks for helping me get my mind off things tonight.” He said. “I really appreciate it.”

You looked back up at him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“It was no problem at all, Benny-boy.” You teased. “If you ever feel the need to get your mind off things again, just give me a call.” You flashed him a wink as you went back over to the table to scribble your number on a napkin for him, placing it comfortably in his shirt pocket.

His face lit up, cheeks burning red as he peeked into his breast pocket.

“R-Really?” He said baffled.

You nodded placing your hand on his shoulder.

“Absolutely. You’re a pretty neat guy, Benny.” You said sweetly, softly running your hand down his arm. “I’d love to get to know you more.”

Just then you heard something crash from across the room. Looking over, you see your mother had accidentally toppled one of the tables, spilling her glasses all over the floor.

“Oh, god… I think I should get her home.” You said anxiously. You turned back to Benny, who looked a little distraught.

“I hope I can see you again soon. Maybe you can come by the school someday.” He said, wrapping his hand around yours.

You nodded. “I’ll bring lunch. How’s that sound?”

There were stars in Benny’s eyes as he released your hand.

“Th-That would be great!” He stammered.

“Perfect! I’ll see you soon then!” You quickly gave his cheek another quick peck before turning to go scoop up your drunk mess of a mother, leaving Benny alone, grinning dreamily in the middle of the dance floor.

“See you soon then, Y/n.”