the doo

“...Ted... something occurred to me.”

Ted the Animator: “Eh? About what?”

Carl the Animator: “Your name.”

Ted the Animator: “…this is a setup for some elaborate awful pun, isn’t it.”

Carl the Animator: “No, no! See, like, you’re named Ted and all….”

Ted the Animator: “Yes. I am. And have been, ever since you first met me.” 

Carl the Animator: “Well… yeah.”

Ted the Animator: “Rumor has it it’ll be my name tomorrow, too.”

Carl the Animator: “Ok, ok, I know… today I realized somethin’ about it, though. Somethin’ new.”

Ted the Animator: “It’s three letters long, what’s there to realize?”

Carl the Animator: “Well, doesn’t it mean your real name is Theodore?

Ted the Animator: “…you do realize Ted is short for a lot of names, right?”

Carl the Animator: “…wait, what?!

Ted the Animator: “Yeah. Just look it up.”

Carl the Animator: “I d–… wait, please tell me your name isn’t Edwina.”

Ted the Animator: “Fortunately, ‘tis not the case. ”

Carl the Animator: “Ok, that’s a big relief, at least.”

Ted the Animator: “Seriously though, why did you think I’d have to be named Theodore of all things?”

Carl the Animator: “It’s the only name that makes sense! I didn’t know society had chosen extra names to randomly also shorten into ‘Ted.’”

Ted the Animator: “Learn somethin’ new every day, huh?”

Carl the Animator: “Like, ‘Edmund’ and ‘Edward’ don’t even have a ‘T’ in them! That’s totally nickname cheating.”

Ted the Animator: “…out of curiosity, which name would you expect to be mine?”

Carl the Animator: “I dunno… but deep down, I’m still really hoping for Theodore. It would suit you.”

Ted the Animator: “I would hope not! As names go, it sounds quite pompous and stuffy… like an uncle that collects foreign soaps or something.”

Carl the Animator: “History has plenty of great people named Theodore! Like, there’s that dinosaur from the ‘90s movie with Whoopi Goldberg.”

Ted the Animator: “…wait, that’s the positive Theodore example you decided to go with?”

Carl the Animator: “Why not?”

Ted the Animator: “…wait, you think of Theodore Rex before you think of Theodore Roosevelt?!

Carl the Animator: “Look, if the 26th U.S. president had been an anthropomorphic talking dinosaur detective, he’d get much higher priority in my brain.”

Dimensions - Whats in a Name

All attempts to get myself into a Fangs Mood have failed. Tried writing something else just to see if I could and got this. Roughly based on Lego Dimensions, with the exception being only the people from the Lego Movie World are Legos. Everyone is just as if they’d been plucked from the franchise they were drawn form


Harry Potter hated being the Chosen One. Honestly he’d figured that out before he was ‘officially’ awarded the title. Being ‘a’ Chosen One, however was a different story. No one expected him to be the one to fix everything. Rather they had a rather large group of individuals with seemingly nothing in common, except a sincere desire to stop the multiverse from collapsing. He was expected to help where he could, but nothing more. The rather oddly dressed fellow called Batman made sure the younger members of their group were kept away from the more dangerous places if at all possible. Harry would have been more resentful of that if Batman wasn’t equally insistent they also be kept fully informed of everything,

Then there was Gandalf who reminded him so much of Dumbledore it made him homesick. But even then the ancient wizard was far more direct than his headmaster has ever been. Not to mention Owen and his velociraptor. Emmett and Wyldstyle, with their strange appearance and almost robotic movement (He’d heard the doctor fellow utter something about a Nesteen Consciousness or something). Cyborg, who certainly lived up to his name.

Speaking of names, that brought him to the person sitting opposite him in the black van. “No matter how good you are with the ladies, I’m not calling you that.” Harry informed the lanky guy in front of him.

Shaggy just looked confused. “Like what do ladies have to do with anything?”

“You prefer blokes then?”

B.A. Baracus laughed from the driver’s seat. “You two know just because you’re both talking in English doesn’t mean you’re speaking the same language, right?”

“But, like, isn’t that exactly what that means?” Shaggy sounded confused.

“Each areas have their own phrases though, especially different countries. Traveling around with my team, I got to learn a bunch. Like in England, some guy comes up to me and says ‘fag’ I know they’re just askin for a smoke. But in the good old US of A I’d pity the fool who said that to my face.”

Huh, Harry could see how uncomfortable Sha-he was with that word. “So what does your name mean when it’s at home?”

“Shaggy. You know, scruffy? Kinda messy? What’s it mean to you?”

Okay, that made far more sense. And made this next bit more awkward. “It sort of implies you like to sleep around.”

Shaggy shrugged. “I do like naps.”

Harry shot a ‘Is he for real?’ look to the fourth occupant of the van. He had yet to hear her say a word, but somehow her cocked eyebrow and eyeroll communicated ‘Yes he is honestly that naive’ clearly enough.

“It means you have sex a lot,” Harry clarified.

Now Shaggy looked like he had swallowed a lemon. Actually, he’d probably look a lot happier if that was the case. His love of food was extraordinary. “Yeah, uh no. Okay. So we need something else for you to call me, right?”

“Well, what about your actual name?”

“Sorry, nope nada. Not answering to that stupid name. No way, no how.”

Harry was strongly reminded of Tonks. Speaking of which, “What about just your surname?”

“Rogers,” He still looked uncomfortable though.

“Cultural difference again, Kids.” B.A. cut in again. “Normal in England to call someone by their last name unless you’re really close, but in America that’s mostly something you do for someone you don’t really like.”

Ah, so it was technically workable, but still not the best. “I don’t know, Sammy?”

“Sammy?” Shaggy perked up.

“Well it sounds kind of like what you usually go by, without the connotations. Sam for short.”

Shaggy seemed to consider it. “Might take me a bit to get used to, but I guess that’s okay.”

“Good, because we’re here. Everyone ready?” Harry pulled out his wand while Chell snapped her portal gun into place. Sammy pulled out what looked like a normal sandwich, but the last time Harry’s seen him take a bite he’d literally breathed fire like a Chinese Fireball.

“Let’s go,”


I am usually against changing names for localization, but changing Shaggy into Sammy in the UK was more than justified.

Though I do wonder how they fit the whole ‘Norville’ thing into it, since Sammy is less obviously a made up name?

anonymous asked:

sorry if you don't like questions like this, but how would your mike comfort someone who's in a bit of a low spot? i've had kinda a bad day, is all...

((Awh, anon, I don’t mind questions like this. I get bad days. Here, I hope this helps: ))

Mike clears his throat and arches his back a little, holding a finger up. “It’s just a bad day, it isn’t a bad life.”

His pose drops into its usual slouch but he smiles at you encouragingly. “That’s what Mari tells me all the time, anyway. I agree! And take it from me, I’ve had some baaad days. Well, nights, really. About five of ‘em.” He grins and holds his arms out.

“Things get better! Even if it takes a while, even if it seems far off, a few bad days are totally normal. The point is to not let the little stuff build up, or let it grow into something bitter. It’s not a good idea to take your emotions and turn them into hate. Write a letter, scream into a pillow, listen to some music, heck, there’s gotta be a hundred ways to get the bad out and bring the good in.

“Now I’ll tell you what Freddy always tells me: Don’t let the turkeys getcha down!” Mike mimics the country accent, then drops it. “Heh, and if you need a bear hug, I’m yer night guard. Or, Gold is.” Mike winks one black eye, and then it vanishes.

“Breathe in, breath out. Tomorrow is another day.”