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dirtypossumart: 💫✨-Art Raffle ✨💫Hello everyone!! I’m going to...

Sun, 27 May 2018 17:28:24 -0400

💫✨-Art Raffle ✨💫
Hello everyone!! I’m going to be doing a raffle in here and in twitter! Everyone can participate as long as they follow the rules,and you can participate in the twitter one as well! Just enter in here
The raffle ends in june 1 and i will send a message to the winners!
Good luck!

calystarose: the-awkward-turt: profeminist: Source Want more...

Thu, 03 May 2018 14:31:49 -0400

calystarose:

the-awkward-turt:

profeminist:

Source

Want more info? Here ya go:

This Biology Teacher Disproved Transphobia With Science

ALSO:

Sex redefined

“The idea of two sexes is simplistic. Biologists now think there is a wider spectrum than that.”

More on anti-trans arguments as bad science

As a biologist I am reblogging this so hard.

Biological sex is not and has never been a binary. The complexity of the natural world cannot be contained in neat little societal boxes. Stop using science to justify your bigotry.

The complexity of the natural world cannot be contained in neat little societal boxes. Stop using science to justify your bigotry.

Photo

Sat, 21 Apr 2018 03:06:48 -0400

tigerator:i love piggy boys a whooole lot tbh <3

Mon, 09 Apr 2018 01:47:13 -0400

tigerator:

i love piggy boys a whooole lot tbh <3

uroad7:Pat Pat. by Uroad7

Sat, 31 Mar 2018 11:38:29 -0400

uroad7:

Pat Pat. by Uroad7

johannathemad: Mulan in modern AU

Fri, 30 Mar 2018 15:53:28 -0400

Shang so gay for Ping

johannathemad:

Mulan in modern AU

Get confused by multiple accounts! That’s why all my junk is in one place. If you ever want to read my stories I can send you the FA link

Tue, 20 Mar 2018 09:00:39 -0400

Haha, this account was made years and years before the ridethegarbagetruck one! But because I wanted to use the same email, it made me keep this one as my “main” account, which is basically dead.

I’d love to read your stories! They sound like a lot of fun and, admittedly, I’m really big into erotic literature… Words do a lot more than pictures can x3

bakrua: hey im about to head to bed but i’d like to give a heads up: i am 18 yrs old and if that...

Mon, 14 Dec 2015 00:55:20 -0500

bakrua:

hey im about to head to bed but i’d like to give a heads up: i am 18 yrs old and if that makes you uncomfortable you are totally within your rights to ask me to unfollow! again:

if the fact that im 18 makes you uncomfortable, please ask me to unfollow!

i wont ask for a reason beyond it. you dont even have to say that’s why. just throw me a message asking me to unfollow and i totally will.

i want underage people to feel safe on this website, and i promise there is no hard feelings whatsoever. your happiness is important and you have the right to feel comfortable

also if you’re 18+ you should reblog this bcos we have a responsibility to make people (minors/underage ppl) comfortable and safe and you never know, someone under 18 might want you to unfollow but is too scared to ask.

22, 5'7", definitely chubby but unsure about exact weight. Green eyes, short brown hair. I like cartoons, writing, drawing, and listening to people talk about their passions. I'd probably take you to dinner and a movie to get to know each other.

Sun, 05 Jul 2015 17:21:53 -0400

yeah, that’d be fun. non sexual dates are fun.

I finished my part of the art trade! Since your submit box is closed, I can't send you the link, but it should be in my art section of my tumblr, and I drew your OC Arthur. But thanks again for doing this art trade with me, it was a lot of fun!

Sat, 11 Apr 2015 18:36:32 -0400

Cool, thanks! I’ll check it out now!

Hey I don't know if the last message was sent, but I want to double check on which OCs you want me to draw for you. I forgot to list specific names and you got a lot of neat OCs currently, and I don't know where I put the message of your full request, so should I draw any of your OCs or is there a specific OC you want me to draw?

Sat, 11 Apr 2015 12:51:15 -0400

You can draw any of my OCs! They’ll be in the QM tag. =D

Yeah! The tumblr address is at askeiloonorberts

Fri, 20 Mar 2015 19:25:28 -0400

Cool, thanks! I’ll check it out. Have a good weekend!

The closest thing to an episode like that is I See Turtles, but that's like at the very end. There hasn't been much episodes like that due to the love triangle drama between Mordecai, Margaret and CJ and how the show is focusing on that more with such bad writing with it too... It's been a weird season.

Fri, 20 Mar 2015 19:01:20 -0400

Ah, gotcha. I liked the Mordecai/Margaret stuff back when that happened, and I loved the episode where she said she had to go to college because they handled that really well. And I was really excited to see CJ and Mordo dating, but then the Christmas episode, I think it was… That was the last one I saw, and I was really hoping that the show would handle it well, too. But from what you’ve posted, it doesn’t seem like that’s happened so much. xD But thanks for the recommendation! I’m trying to get a feel for how they react around each other, what they would do, etc.

Please allow me to rephrase. Thank you so much for the wonderful things you draw. I'm absolutely enamored by your talent and taste in men. You're the only person I've found who actively draws and reblogs Hunkle Stan, and I would like to be friends.

Sat, 31 Jan 2015 18:39:54 -0500

Well, we’ll just have to talk and see how things go XD

as of now, I’ve lost all drive to draw things, but I guarantee, somewhere in the near/distant future, I’ll get back to drawing HunkleSmut~

Thank you for contacting me ;u; I’m happy that I’ve made another person happy XD

darkwingsnark: doolaanddawla: davediddlystrider: IM THE WORST...

Fri, 26 Dec 2014 23:26:54 -0500

darkwingsnark:

doolaanddawla:

davediddlystrider:

IM THE WORST ART TEACHER DONT WATCH THIS

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT YOU ARE THE BEST ART TEACHER EVER OMFG THANK YOU

…. My life feels like a lie.

antique-symbolism

(uvu): People tend to think of the city as loud, moving, awake. They like to...

Wed, 02 Oct 2013 00:09:08 -0400

(uvu): People tend to think of the city as loud, moving, awake. They like to...:

birdsinhoodies:

People tend to think of the city as loud, moving, awake. They like to think of the city as something that can sweep you away to a life of constantly doing and, if you’re into that sort of thing, being done. And that may be true for some, those that come for a weekend with money and braincells to…

In the orange, pink, and salmon light of the city morning, everything seemed to be in slow motion to Ernie. He hadn’t gotten any sleep the night before, not for lack of trying. He’d definitely gone to bed, but after three hours of tossing and turning, he’d decided to stay up. This was a nearly bi-monthly ritual, challenging himself to stay awake for far longer than he should in order to reset his sleep schedule. At this point, he was in the state of sleep deprivation where everything seemed beautiful and slow… as if the universe was gently, deliberately turning all things, and all of these things were on threads that connected to everything else. Ernie was aware how tired he was, but he loved when he was this tired. Thoughts like that were always in the back of his mind, but it was with this stage of mental exhaustion that his brain became uncluttered of the everyday and started connecting with his perceived beauty of the world.

Presently, the platypus was watching the sun filter between the skyscrapers of the city. Beams of light struck harmonic chords with the early morning’s fog, and the combination of visual notes cast a marvelous melody between the shadows of buildings. He was so entranced in his sleepy state that he was practically walking sideways… And so, it came as a surprise to him when the side of his face smashed into a somewhat scruffy-looking barn owl, toppling the owl’s coins to the ground.

“Oh, crap! I’m sorry!” Ernie cried, ducking down quickly to pick up the stranger’s change. He cringed as he heard some of it splash into a sewer grate.

Wermp womp hello I’m going to be RPing maybe?

Tue, 01 Oct 2013 23:21:00 -0400

Wermp womp hello

I’m going to be RPing maybe?

Destinies Ultd. Episode 2: “The Man in Block Nine”

Fri, 27 Aug 2010 15:59:00 -0400

Penny the Princess of Pendleton jumped to each platform in front of her. There was a panel that she lifted on each platform. She checked the various wiring under the panels, to check that the superconductor wires keeping her town safe hadn’t corroded or otherwise been destroyed. She nodded on each one, indicating that they were fine. Then, she called her associate.

“Hey, Agent D,” she said.

“Princess. How is Block 7?” asked the paranoid spy.

“Everything’s fine on Denbigh Street. Everything’s fine all the way back to Rhombus Road, Douglas.” She smiled at how annoyed he’d get at that.

“Penny, this is serious! Don’t use our real names! This line could be monitored by anybody; particularly by… Him.”

“Come on. He hasn’t been anywhere near this town in a century. Why are we all so afraid of old stories?”

“If you really thought that, Princess, why would you check the wires on the cold plasma shield generators every night?” Penny was sure that Douglas had an incredibly smug face right now. That just made her angrier.

“Oh shut up, Doug. Why are you so serious? After all, this is just an imaginary game.” Penny smiled again.

“Penny!” Douglas walked out from behind a tree and the imaginary future backdrop dissolved. “Why do you always have to ruin these things? Why can’t we just have fun?”

Penny sighed. She didn’t know. Maybe she just liked to see Doug get all flustered. That way, he’d know what she felt like whenever she was around him. Penny started to blush, but regained control of herself quickly. She shook her head and said, “Let’s just play the game, alright?”

“Alright,” Douglas said, discontented. He hid behind the tree again, so that he couldn’t see Penny and she couldn’t see him. “Where were we?” he asked.

“I had just checked the generators. Everything’s fine on Block 7. Just like how everything was fine on Blocks 1 through 6.” The pretend city built itself up again, the sky an intensely bright blue caused by the shield generators. Penny once again had imagined herself in red jumpsuit, black stripes down the sides. She held her imaginary phone up to her ear again.

“Good,” Douglas said. “Check Block 8 and come ba…” Douglas’ transmission was cut off by static.

“Agent D?” Penny asked. “D? Doug, are you there?” Nothing. Penny frowned.

Suddenly, the static stopped. “Hello, Penny,” a sinister voice said. “I’m sorry to interrupt your little chat with Douglas, but I wanted to show you something.”

Penny gasped in shock and horror. This was him. The Man in Block Nine. “How did you get into this call?” Penny clenched her fist in anger.

“It’s not hard to hack into an open mobile line. But that’s not what I’m calling about. No…” Penny imagined that the Man was smiling an evil, wretched smile now. “I believe it’s time for Show and Tell… Of course, I’ll be the one doing both.” The man hung up. Douglas was back on the line.

“Penny? Are you there?” Doug asked.

“Yeah,” Penny said. She was shaken.

“Did you get a call from the Man in Block Nine?” Douglas was concerned.

“Yeah,” Penny nodded. “Did you?”

“No, but I heard it. He only cut off my ability to send sound, not to receive it.”

Penny started to walk back to the base. “Good, I guess. I’m coming back to the base, now.” Suddenly, an extremely high pitched noise filled the air from multiple directions. Penny flinched and instinctively covered her ears. “Doug, are you getting this?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Doug replied. “It’s just sound. It shouldn’t do anything to the plasma shield.”

Penny looked around, specifically at the towers that kept the shield running. She noticed that one of them was smoking. “I wouldn’t be so sure of that, Doug…” She ran to the platform at the bottom of the tower and checked under the panel. The superconductor wire had been completely corroded! In the course of minutes! Penny nearly dropped the phone. “Douglas, I think we have a problem. Tower 57’s wire is practically dust!”

“Well fix it!” Doug yelled frantically.

“I can’t! The extra wire I have on my belt is corroding as we speak!” Penny looked down at the loop of superconductor wire on her belt as it turned from a dark grey to a very crumbly-looking brown.

“Alright, then I’ll have to come down there with new wire. I’m on my way.” Douglas hung up.

The high-pitched sound suddenly stopped. Penny was still worried, because the other towers were beginning to release smoke, as well. Just as she saw the smoke, the familiar hum of Tower 57 ceased. Penny could only watch as a hole appeared in the plasma shield and spread out. The other towers shut down as well. The plasma shield disappeared like a bubble popping in slow motion.

“Oh no.” Penny fell to her knees.

The sound of a hover-repulsion array came from Block 8. Penny looked to her right and saw a man dressed in black spandex, with copper-colored armor covering his face, arms, and legs. He was riding a flying, circular platform.

The man landed in front of Penny. She looked up and angrily glared at him. “You’re the Man in Block Nine.”

The man looked directly into Penny’s eyes. “Yes, I am, Princess Penny. Or, rather… I was in Block Nine. But there’s no need for such meaningless specifics right now.”

“How did you disable the plasma shield?”

“Oh, Penny. You don’t know, do you?” He sighed. “Superconductor wire is easily corroded. All you need is the right radio frequency to activate the slightly radioactive core… The noise was an unfortunate side-effect of my machine. Such a flaw will certainly be fixed in my next model, for other cities…” The Man’s face fell flat. “You don’t know what I’m talking about, do you?”

Penny clenched her fists and shook her head.

The Man sighed again. “No matter. Besides, I shouldn’t waste time like this. I’ve got a city to conquer… And a world to take over, eventually. That’s more of a long-term goal.”

“I won’t let you!” Penny yelled. She stood up and assumed a fighting stance.

“Do you really think that you can beat me?” The Man laughed.

No, she didn’t. But she would have to make it seem like she did. She charged at the Man.

“Have it your way, then.”

Penny aimed for a high-jump kick to the Man’s mask. The Man dodged the kick and Penny flew over him. She landed on her feet, luckily for her. Penny turned around quickly. The Man was slowly striding toward her.

“You’re a nuisance, Penny. It’s time for you to realize that you can’t beat me. “

Penny backed away as the Man came closer to her. He began his assault on the girl: a barrage of punches and kicks that he seemed sure would hit her. Penny easily dodged the attack. She was glad that she was smaller and much more agile than her older opponent. In the middle of one of her dodges, she managed to punch the Man in the stomach. He doubled over, surprised at the strength of his small opponent. He glared angrily at Penny, who’d prepared a kick to his side. The kick was delivered with speed and strength as it hit his kidney.

The Man hit the ground. Penny walked over to him. “Now it’s time to see who you are…” She reached to take his mask off. The Man grabbed her hand and pushed himself up off the ground. He held her above the ground by one hand.

“Penny, privacy is something I value more than most people… I thought that you would at least respect that. But you are just another disrespectful brat.” The Man smiled as Penny squirmed to be let loose from his grip. “I think I’m going to have fun ending your life. You’ll be one small distraction out of my way.”

Penny saw a black van in the distance. She was filled with hope. Maybe if she could distract the Man for a little… She tried to punch him, but he was too fast. He caught her fist. “Still fighting. You are a curious one. Your little game is over.”

“This isn’t a game!” Penny yelled. She ran up the Man’s chest and twisted her wrists out of his grip. She landed facing the Man and smiled. “Douglas, now!”

Douglas was behind the Man. The Man turned around to see the barrel of a transdimensional teleporter gun in his face. He began to back away, but ran into Penny. “Goodbye,” Douglas smiled. He fired the gun and the Man was consumed by a green-yellow light.

Penny and Doug looked at each other. They high-fived and laughed as their imaginary future dissolved away once more. Doug checked his watch and said, “Hey, it’s time for me to go home. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes.”

“Yeah, I should probably get going, too. Bye, Agent D.” Penny smiled and waved.

“Goodbye, Princess.” Doug ran to his house.

Penny walked to her home. When she got there, her mother told her that she’d received some mail, and that it was on the table. Penny had a confused look on her face. She never got mail, unless it was her birthday, or some other holiday. But it wasn’t anywhere near those times. She opened the envelope and inside was a letter that read:

“Dear Princess Penny of Pendleton,

“We have taken interest in your “imaginary” escapades as of late, and we must say that we have enjoyed watching you and your friend Agent D take down many villains. We hereby invite both you and D to an imaginary world where you have to defeat a most villainous and vile creature known as “Hunter.” Before you imagine, however, please let us know by calling this number: (555)-555-5678. Happy imagining!

“Destinies Ultd. Imagination Coordinator,

“Kemplar Kort”

Destinies Ultd. Episode 1: “Case Of The Kidnapping Candy Man"

Fri, 13 Aug 2010 20:15:00 -0400

My name is Carl Carlaisle. Given that I’m narrating, it probably means that I’m still alive. Unless you’re reading this after I’m dead, of course, but that’s not really important. What is important is what happened a few weeks ago. I was working on a case; I was a Private Investigator, you see, and I’d been getting tons of cases all revolving around people disappearing. Not as a magic act, but as kidnapping. And none of these clients could go to the cops. Cops are too corruptible… And not nearly street smart enough for practically any case, I’m afraid. If anything, I was being bogged down with work and it was turning out to be a rather stressful week.

I’ll begin on the third night of February. I’d just finished up some paperwork and was heading out to the bar down the street. As I was walking out of my office, a woman ran up to me. She was ranting as loud and as fast as possible and, as devilishly handsome as I was, I just couldn’t get a word in edgewise. I decided that enough was enough, so I grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her violently until she got control of herself. After I’d finished, she brushed a stray blonde hair out of her face. The rest of her hair was a deep sapphire that I was unfamiliar with, at least as a hair color. I’d seen it before on a piece of bread that I decided not to eat.

I asked the woman what was wrong, and she began her story. She told me that someone had taken her son, a small child by the name of Henry. They’d taken him on the first, and she’d tried to contact the police. They told her to bug off, and now she was in a panic. I said that I would find Henry for her, but only if she was willing to buy me a pack of those little root beer barrels. You know; the candy ones. Yeah, those are great. She complied and I told her to meet me at my office the next morning.

__________________________________________________________________

The next morning, I was bleary and forgetful. I went to my office out of habit, and I found that woman there. I wondered what she was doing there, when I remembered that I told her to meet me there.

“Hi,” I said with a smile.

“Hello,” she replied. “You can help me, can’t you? I do want to find my son.”

“Yeah, I can help. Do you have those root beer barrels?” I shifted some papers on my desk.

“Yes, I do,” she said as she pulled the pack of candies out of her brown leather purse.

“Okay, let’s get to finding your son.”

We began to put the facts together. She’d been watching the television when her two-year-old ran out the open door. Evil things, open doors. They constantly steal babies, cats, and the occasional TV repairman. The woman watched right as little Henry toddled outside. She ran after him, but she was too late. She saw a dark, silhouetted figure pick him up and place him in the back of a van labeled “The Candy Man”, in bright and colorful letters. A rainbow underlined the Candy Man part of the logo and swirled off of “Man” into a rainbow cloud. I could only suspect one thing: this was an ingenious company. Instead of bringing the candy to the children, they brought children to the candy. But there was a dark side: kidnapping children was immoral. And illegal. But mostly, it was immoral. And people who did immoral things must be brought to justice.

When the woman left for work (she was a single mother who worked at a factory downtown), I started research on this Candy Man company. Apparently, they were a large manufacturer of candied apples, rainbows, butterscotch rum, and candles that smelled like lemons but looked like a leg of ham. If that wasn’t sinister enough, the CEO (and main confectioner) was named Mister Evil. What an unfortunate name that was. He must have been ridiculed so much in school. Or perhaps, he was simply feared. I decided I’d go and meet this Evil fellow the next day.

I slept in my office that night. I was too tired to drive home. The next morning, my back ached and I was grumpy. A root beer barrel soon fixed both these problems, and I decided to go to Mister Evil’s office. I was going to have a chat with him. Before I ran out of the door, however, I grabbed my Flavor Gun. A Flavor Gun shoots an electric charge that fills the tongue with whatever basic flavor (or basic flavor combination) one might choose. My flavor gun was set on a fusion of sour and sweet. But not like sweet & sour sauce. Nor, more like… Sour candies. Think sour Skittles. Yeah. The gun itself consisted of a brass body, with a leather-covered handle. The “barrel” of the gun was a glass case through which a small copper tube ran, ending outside the glass case in a cone shape with a small ball at the end. In the glass case, rainbow-green electricity wildly arced back and forth. The faster the arcing, the more the gun was charged. And this gun was at full capacity.

I put the Flavor Gun in its holster on my belt and drove to Evil’s office. The woman at the front desk let me straight into Mister Evil’s lair. Office. I knocked on the door, which opened itself as I did. I stepped inside. There were windows on both sides of the room. Mister Evil was at his desk, which was near the back of the room. In front of his desk, there were two chairs and in the right hand corner of the room stood a television which Evil was currently watching. He looked up at me and turned off the television.

“Hello,” he said. He cocked his head, almost the way a golden retriever might when presented with something new and confusing. “Can I ask why you’re here?”

“Better yet, I could tell you.” I sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. “I’m Carl Carlile, P.I. I’m currently invested in a kidnapping case committed by one of your employees. Would you happen to know anything about this?”

“Uh…” Evil checked under his desk for a second and looked back at me. “No, I wouldn’t know anything about it.”

“Oh really?” I asked. “You’re lookin’ pretty sweaty, Mister Evil.”

He was taken slightly aback by this accusation. “How did you know my full name?” he angrily whispered.

“Oh, it was easy to find out,” I replied. “It’s also easy to figure out when you’re lying about kidnapping. I know the signs. Your knuckles are practically sour cream.”

At that moment, he reached under his desk and quickly whipped out a Flavor Gun. I instinctively grabbed mine. We both fired simultaneously. Flavor lightning shot from both guns, mine a green rainbow, his a dark red. The electricities connected and acted like a Jacob’s ladder.

“Why are you stealing children!?” I yelled over the fizzle of the Flavor Guns.

“Because it makes good business sense!”

“But you’re going against the law!”

“I don’t care!” Mister Evil upped the power on his flavor gun and his arc began to send smaller arcs around the room. I tried to up my power, but his flavor was too strong. Suddenly, my tongue was filled with an intense spiciness, like nothing I’d ever tasted before. My mouth started to go numb when Evil stopped his attack. I feel to the ground out of sheer thirst.

“Now,” said Mister Evil, “You’re not going to tell the police about my actions.” He walked over to me and put white gloves on.

“Whay woudn’t Ai?” I asked, tongue still numb.

“Because after this, you probably won’t be able to speak anymore. Nor will you be able to breathe, of course.” Evil’s smile was thin and vile, tuning his whole face into his namesake.

I looked down at my gun. Not much of a charge left, but it would do the trick. I silently flicked the power up and pointed it at Mister Evil’s left leg.

“Tathte thith,” I said quietly. As I shot, I could practically see my sour electricity hit Evil in the shin and spiral up his body, eventually stopping at his mouth.

His head shot back and he stuck his tongue out a few times as if to wipe the taste off. “That’th it, you thon of a gun!” He charged at me.

I was already standing. Once he got close enough, I struck his forehead with the back of my now empty Flavor Gun. He fell into a sitting position and hit the back of his head against his desk. I tapped my gun against the palm of my hand and asked him, “Nao where aw you keeping the chwildwen?”

“Room B224, in the Wetht Wing,” he sorrowfully answered.

I smiled and grabbed the key to the office. I locked the door and tossed the key into the corner of the main room before calling the police and explaining the situation. Afterwards, I grabbed a hot dog from a street vendor before realizing that I’d absolutely forgotten about the kidnapped kids. I dropped the dog and ran to the room that Evil had told me about. I found the children safe and sound, though a little chubby from the candy apples they’d been constantly fed.

“I’m here to save you,” I told them.

One child came up to me and hugged me. “We don’t ever wanna eat candy apples ever again,” he said.

“We don’t ever wanna see rainbows again, either!” another added.

“Or see legs of ham! Or smell lemons!” a few others chimed.

Well at least they hadn’t given them any butterscotch rum.

As the kids crowded around me, I called for a bus service to come pick us up, so I could deliver each child to their homes. The last kid driven was Henry, the child who got me into this case. I brought him to his mother. She was ecstatic that I’d found her little Henry and paid me double what the going rate was. I objected, trying to be as humble as possible, but she decided to give me the money anyway.

Afterwards, I got back to my office. It was late, but I needed to check for mail. Nothing was at the door, but I noticed a letter at my desk. It was sent by a company called Destinies Ultd. I ripped it open and inside was a piece of paper that read:

“Dear Detective Carlaisle,

“We noticed your performance today at Candy Man, Co. and your act was commendable. We think that your abilities as a Private Investigator could help in a case we are having trouble with. Destinies Unlimited would be willing to pay you for your assistance in this situation. You may name your price, as money is not an object. Please call this number: (555)-555-5678. Thank you for your time and we do hope that you accept this offer.

Destinies Ultd. Activities Director,

Kemplar Kort”

Late Post.

Tue, 10 Aug 2010 01:06:48 -0400

Hey, you guys. I’m incredibly sorry for not posting the first episode of Destinies on Friday, as I had planned. I got wrapped up in video games and I hope you accept this apology. It wasn’t finished yet. However, it is finished now, and I will post it THIS Friday. I will set it on my phone's calendar. If you’re wondering, it’s titled “Case Of The Kidnapping Candy Man”. I hope you’ll enjoy it!