...has anything been written actually ? Any good movies scheduled for 2020?
We are still planning and have many good reasons to be pleased with the pace at which we are progressing. Idk, that's outside of my realm.
Uh-huh...I smell procrastination and inactivity. Well, it appears we got Avatar 2 (blue people Avatar, that is), Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3, Mulan (live-action), Sherlock Holmes 3, and Croods 2, so that's a great start.
We are still planning and have many good reasons to be pleased with the pace at which we are progressing. Idk, that's outside of my realm.
Uh-huh...I smell procrastination and inactivity. Well, it appears we got Avatar 2 (blue people Avatar, that is), Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3, Mulan (live-action), Sherlock Holmes 3, and Croods 2, so that's a great start.
Not mine. The only one my parents are even going to consider is Croods 2.
Uh-huh...I smell procrastination and inactivity. Well, it appears we got Avatar 2 (blue people Avatar, that is), Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3, Mulan (live-action), Sherlock Holmes 3, and Croods 2, so that's a great start.
Not mine. The only one my parents are even going to consider is Croods 2.
Not even the Mulan live-action? Croods was lit, have you seen it?
Not even the Mulan live-action? Croods was lit, have you seen it?
They wern't into the whole praying to ancestors theme. Yep, we own it. It was pretty hilarious. XD
Funny, mine weren't either. I get the feeling our parents would get along swell. That it was. #2 was slated to release in 2017, but that obviously didn't happen.
They wern't into the whole praying to ancestors theme. Yep, we own it. It was pretty hilarious. XD
Funny, mine weren't either. I get the feeling our parents would get along swell. That it was. #2 was slated to release in 2017, but that obviously didn't happen.
Probably, time will tell all. What I know of your mom actually sounds a lot like the mom of our irl long time friends. Wow. Pixar, you have one job….
Funny, mine weren't either. I get the feeling our parents would get along swell. That it was. #2 was slated to release in 2017, but that obviously didn't happen.
Probably, time will tell all. What I know of your mom actually sounds a lot like the mom of our irl long time friends. Wow. Pixar, you have one job….
If all goes to plan. ...what if...? Croods is Dreamworks.
I don’t know what that guy had been thinking. He may not have known the sheriff, but I did. When he said “deal with you properly” he doesn’t mean a double-guard and metal cuffs. He meant business.
The prisoner was led, protesting, into a small copse of trees. There, after much squirming and shouting, his arms were trussed up till he just stood there, on tip-toes, with his back to the sheriff.
Benboy, meanwhile, was loading a shotgun.
Things were not looking up.
The prisoner remained unrepentant. “So this is the law in these parts? No fair trial? I want a lawyer! And a judge!”
Benboy clicked the shotgun back together, with two fresh shells inserted. “I am the judge.”
The prisoner’s tirade paused momentarily. “I’m gonna need a darn good lawyer, aren’t I?”
“A professional, I’d imagine.” Benboy grinned, sauntering forward. We all clustered towards the two. “Pick somebody.” He invited, gesturing at the crowd as he rounded the prisoner, coming into view.
“Uh, well…can we do interviews or applications or something?” The prisoner gulped, trying to hang onto his cool.
“No.” A sickly-sweet smile was pasted on the sheriff’s features. “Now. Or I’ll pick one for you.”
“Erm…well.” The prisoner glanced desperately at the sea of impassive faces.
“Oh, Flash…” Benboy said. The coffee-zombie perked up.
“HIM!” The prisoner quickly screeched, pointing at me. “THAT GUY. YEAH, SOMBRERO HEAD.”
“Look who you’re calling sombrero head.” I muttered stepping forward.
“Looks like you’re on a special bit of jury duty, Con.” Benboy settled down on a rock. “Make your case.”
I don’t know what that guy had been thinking. He may not have known the sheriff, but I did. When he said “deal with you properly” he doesn’t mean a double-guard and metal cuffs. He meant business.
The prisoner was led, protesting, into a small copse of trees. There, after much squirming and shouting, his arms were trussed up till he just stood there, on tip-toes, with his back to the sheriff.
Benboy, meanwhile, was loading a shotgun.
Things were not looking up.
The prisoner remained unrepentant. “So this is the law in these parts? No fair trial? I want a lawyer! And a judge!”
Benboy clicked the shotgun back together, with two fresh shells inserted. “I am the judge.”
The prisoner’s tirade paused momentarily. “I’m gonna need a darn good lawyer, aren’t I?”
“A professional, I’d imagine.” Benboy grinned, sauntering forward. We all clustered towards the two. “Pick somebody.” He invited, gesturing at the crowd as he rounded the prisoner, coming into view.
“Uh, well…can we do interviews or applications or something?” The prisoner gulped, trying to hang onto his cool.
“No.” A sickly-sweet smile was pasted on the sheriff’s features. “Now. Or I’ll pick one for you.”
“Erm…well.” The prisoner glanced desperately at the sea of impassive faces.
“Oh, Flash…” Benboy said. The coffee-zombie perked up.
“HIM!” The prisoner quickly screeched, pointing at me. “THAT GUY. YEAH, SOMBRERO HEAD.”
“Look who you’re calling sombrero head.” I muttered stepping forward.
“Looks like you’re on a special bit of jury duty, Con.” Benboy settled down on a rock. “Make your case.”