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While relaxing in the heart of Pokéville, two Pokémon get a bad case of the runs and need to use the bathroom. The only problem is that they lost the key...and the bathroom door's locked...
Done as a request for
Bloodclaw.
CONTAINS SCAT!!!
Today in the city of Pokéville were two Pokemon who had just got done eating a huge meal at lunch. Both of them were roommates who were residing in the same apartment building that April, Lucario, and Tyler was living in, one floor below theirs. Their names were Jamie and Mara. Jamie was a Zangoose just like Tyler was, only she wore a pair of jeans and the symbols on her torso, hands and left ear was green instead of red. Jamie’s roommate, Mara, was a Wartortle who also wore jeans like her roommate did. Neither one of them liked to walk around in the nude (despite the fact Mara’s shell covered her nether regions) so they walked around with trousers and sometimes shirts on. Their apartment was a lot cleaner than Tyler’s since April wasn’t there and had the same amount of stuff inside. There were two bedrooms each complete with their own bathroom, mattresses, dressers and night tables, a living room with a few tables and a TV, and of course the kitchen, which had the refrigerator. The apartment didn’t have a laundry room since the laundromat was literally located down the hall so they just went there to wash their clothes. Right now Mara and Jamie were sitting on their couch watching TV, trying to find something interesting to watch.
“You’d think with how many furries are busy getting laid there’d be something on TV besides a bunch of pornos.” said Mara.
“Apparently not. Did you check the TV guide channel?” asked Jamie.
“Yeah. They’re showing a bunch of crappy westerns from the 50s and some stupid show about a serial killer on Showtime.”
“You mean Dexter? I love that show.”
“Why? It’s about a guy who’s an analyst by day and a killer by night. He’s like a vampire only human…and somewhat sexier.”
Jamie sighed. “Isn’t Madagascar on?”
“No, Madagascar 2 is on.”
“What’s the difference? They’re both awesome DreamWorks movies that feature talking animals.”
“No, the first one was. The second one sucked ass.”
“Why?”
“What do you mean why?! There was nothing entertaining about it besides the beginning theme song!”
“What about the fight Alex got in with that old lady?”
“That was pathetic. How’s a lion get owned by an old lady?”
“Wasn’t she a war veteran?”
“That’s not the point; how’s a lion get owned by an old lady?”
“I’m pretty sure she was a war—”
“How…the hell…does a lion…get owned…by an old lady?”
Jamie tried to find a logical explanation for why such a situation would occur, but she couldn’t figure it out.
“Well there was other funny…stuff. Remember at the end when she kicked Alex in the groin?”
“Yeah, but they censored that. And then everyone went “OOOHH!!” and Marty made a snappy comeback. They didn’t censor groin kicking in the first one.”
“Yeah they did.”
“No, remember in the first one when that old lady hit Alex in the groin in the subway?”
“Oh yeah. What about the amazing voice cast?”
“Exactly my point! How do you have an amazing voice cast such as will.i.am, Alec Baldwin, Ben Stiller, Chris Rock and Jada Pinkett Smith and still screw up a movie like that!?”
“…At least there weren’t any fart jokes.”
“That’s true.”
“And you can’t say the part where Alex bit Marty on the butt wasn’t funny!”
“…Jamie?”
“What?”
“That was the first one.”
“Oh.”
Mara sighed. “Why are we still talking about this?”
“I don’t know anymore. I get side-tracked easily.”
Before Mara could say anymore, her stomach grumbled and she realized she had to use the bathroom. The Wartortle got off the couch and started walking to the restroom’s door.
“I gotta go take a dump.”
“Thanks Mara. Every Zangoose loves to be informed of her friend’s waste disposals.” said Jamie flatly.
And with that, the Wartortle retreated to her room to go enter bathroom and release her bodily wastes. Unfortunately, just as she twisted the knob, it merely clicked at her and didn’t unlock the tumblers. Mara grunted questionably and started pushing at the door, trying to open it, but to no avail.
“Hey Jamie, why’s the door locked?”
“Cause April came over last night and left a huge present for us in the toilet that I doubted you wanted to smell.”
“I’m pretty sure the bathroom’s been aired out so could you hand me the key?”
Jamie raised her eyebrow. “I thought you had the key?”
“No I gave it to you for safekeeping.”
“Right, and then I gave the key back to you.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Yes, I did.”
Mara sighed. “Whatever; can I just use your bathroom?”
“Err…yeah…about that…”
Jamie smiled and laughed meekly. “I kinda…broke it.”
Mara sighed. “How do you break a toilet?! You just sit on it and flush!”
“Remember that one time when Tyler came over and we started randomly throwing stuff down random holes?”
“No, I don’t!”
“Oh, yeah, you weren’t here. We wound up flushing your bowling ball down the toilet…it didn’t go so well.”
“So we got no working lavatory?”
“Guess not.”
Mara’s stomach grumbled again and she started walking around in circles, panting with worry.
“So how am I supposed to go to the bathroom?!”
“I don’t know. Maybe you should find the key.”
“I’m telling you, you have it Jamie!”
“If I did have it, I lost it. If you had it, you lost it. Point being, one of us lost the key and unless you find the key, you might wanna go outside and do your business.”
Mara scoffed. “And have everyone in Pokéville stare at me during a bowel movement and mock me? I don’t think so!!”
“I don’t know what else to tell you.”
“Oh yeah? What happens when you have to use the restroom?”
“I’ll think of something when that problem comes to hand.”
Jamie’s stomach churned loudly and she wound up holding her torso in pain, suddenly feeling the need to use the bathroom.
“On second thought, I’ll help you find that key.”
And so, the wartortle and zangoose began to sift through their apartment building looking for the key at any haphazard area they would find it in. Mara scooted the nightstand in her room aside, but found nothing besides some dust and a few spiders. Her stomach growled even louder and Mara had to let loose some flatulence to soothe the pain, making sure the gas wasn’t loud or rambunctious.
“Mara did you hear something?”
“…Nope.” she lied.
Jamie went into the kitchen and started putting her hand underneath the fridge to see if she felt something metal, but all she collected was dust and dirt. She opened up the fridge and started ransacking the fruit and vegetable drawers, chucking the bags full of oranges and apples to the floor, but all she found were sweet nourishments.
“It’s not in the fridge!!”
“Obviously Jamie! Who loses a key in the fridge?”
“Hey, I lost a shoe inside Charizard’s mouth once.”
“How did your shoe—”
“I don’t wanna talk about it.”
Mara and Jamie inhaled sharply when their viscera grew heavier and the poop was traveling through the large intestines, slowly making its way to the anus. At the rate they were going, they’d be better off using the front yard.
“We better find that key fast!” said Jamie, trying her hardest not to cut any farts.
Jamie decided since the key wasn’t under or inside the fridge, it must obviously be behind the whole chilled box. She grabbed the fridge at the bottom using all of her strength and started grunting with effort to try and move it away. As she grunted, she wound up farting on accident and her stomach gurgled once more, indicating she was on the verge of loosening her bowels. Still, Jamie continued to tug at the fridge, desperate to find the key for the bathroom. After much effort, the zangoose shouted loudly and moved the fridge out of alignment, revealing the items behind the rectangular frozen box. But as always, she found nothing of value behind the fridge besides some dirt and dust and a couple more cobwebs. Jamie’s stomach was groaning very loud and she wound up cutting a smelly fart that Mara could definitely smell from where she stood.
“UGH!! JAMIE!!!”
“Sorry.” said the zangoose meekly.
Mara quickly rushed over to the window and opened it, letting all of the bad air out. When she was done clearing out the living room, she ran over to the couch and grunted as she scooted it across the floor, desperate to find the key. Elsewhere, Jamie was busy holding her behind and doing the potty dance, almost unable to control herself any longer. She started to loosen up her colon to try and see if that would help any, but as she did, she wound up passing more silent, fetid gas. At the last second, she clenched her butt cheeks shut once she felt a lump of dung squeezing its way out. Jamie knew she wasn’t going to make it, so she moved her head around to look for a trash can.
“Mara, where’s the trash bin?!” she asked, still holding her butt cheeks with her hands.
“Why?”
Mara looked at Jamie and instantly knew she had to go to the bathroom real bad and was on the verge of going all over herself. Too bad for her, since she didn’t know where the trash can was.
“Uh…I think it’s in the bathroom…”
Jamie’s eye started twitching and she almost felt like exploding. It was at that moment when she remembered she had a spare bin in her closet in her room. She sprinted her way to her room, but the little journey over there must’ve been too much for her. As soon as she entered, he stomach endured immense pain and forced her to stop running. With no other option, she stood in the doorway of her room grunting with two fists made. After a few seconds of bubbling, Jamie let off a huge fart and started breaking wind repeatedly, much to Mara’s disgust. When she was done letting off a few gas bubbles, she sighed and loosened her colon, letting a long log of poop fall into the seat of her pants. Mara could easily tell what she was doing after Jamie sighed heavily and another lump of poop fell in her pants.
“Jamie that’s disgusting!!! How could you mess yourself like that?!!?”
“When you get past the—”
Jamie made another two fists and sharted in her pants while raising a leg, letting out more messy fecal matter. She sighed after dropping another log and farted again.
“When you get past the stomach pain, it’s actually relaxing.”
“I don’t care if it’s relaxing! That’s the most single vile thing any Pokemon could possibly do!! Why would you—”
“Don’t you still gotta go?”
It wasn’t until Jamie reminded her of her own bathroom desperation that the pain returned. Her stomach growled again and she wound up farting loudly as well, yelping and holding her buttocks when she almost released a pile of dung in her own pants. The wartortle continued searching for the key while Jamie leaned against the wall, still pooping in her pants.
“GOT IT!!! It was behind the couch the whole time! You said you still gotta go right Jamie?”
“Um…”
Jamie turned her head around and noticed her pants had a giant brown bulge in the back that was slowly getting larger and smelled horrible.
“I think it’s too late to save my pants.”
“Your loss Jamie!”
Mara held the key in her hands and ran into her room, letting out four more sustained farts and wafting the smell away. She whined with pain and had to stop at the door to hold her stomach and fart some more, inches away from messing herself. The wartortle started breathing heavily to try and reduce the pain and inserted the key into the doorknob.
“WHEW!! Finally!”
Mara should’ve waited a couple of seconds before she sighed with relief and calmed herself down. After she said “Finally!” she opened up the door and took a step inside the bathroom. As she glared at the shiny porcelain, she began to loosen her bowels, which was a big mistake. She was unaware of how badly she really had to poop, so when she let her bowels go, she instantly sharted into her pants. Mara yelped again and held her butt cheeks to try and stop the flow, but it was too late. Mara had begun to defecate her pants. The wartortle grunted with effort and got on her knees, grasping her stomach. She leaned forward and let out a thunderous fart that reeked of all sorts of disgusting odors, things like dead birds, skunk musk, rotten eggs, brimstone, and so on. When she was done, she grunted and dropped a hefty load of wartortle manure in her trousers. Like Jamie, a giant bulge was forming in the seat of her pants and her trousers were starting to stink up the place. Yet, Mara could only continue.
“URGH!! That’s the last time I install a lock on the bathroom doors!!”
Mara lifted her leg and squirted out a sustained fart before she stopped defecating and sighed heavily, finishing up her bowel movement. Suddenly, more cacophonous noises erupted from her ass and she wound up letting out almost a galloon of manure all at once, making such a mess in her pants she was sure the poop was leaking through the material and dripping on the floor. After she was done with the humongous bowel movement, she sighed and collapsed to the floor, allowing the remaining chunks to smoothly glide out her ass. The wartortle slowly got off the floor with her knees shaking and started strolling back into the living room, trying to ignore the loud sloshing of the poop with each step she took. There she found Jamie, who was also on the floor with tons of poop in the seat of her pants. Before Mara could call out her name, she let out another fart again.
“This is so embarrassing…” moaned Mara.
“Well, what do you wanna do? By the time we get to the laundry room, the whole building’s gonna smell the mess we made.”
Mara scratched her head for a minute before coming up with the perfect idea.
“I GOT IT!!”
Mara and Jamie knocked on Tyler’s room door and quickly ran away just as he opened the door and answered.
“Hello?”
Tyler sniffed the air twice and looked down, yelping with fear once he saw Mara and Jamie’s filthy pants on his door-step. The zangoose started hyperventilating and sweating profusely, panting like he was having a heart attack. He screamed out loud and ran down the hall, grabbing the fire hose intended for putting out a fire in the hotel. He quickly turned it on and blasted the pants, dousing them with water and filtering out the poop. Tyler then got out a large brush and sponge and started scrubbing the pants, panting and whimpering in order to get them clean.
Done as a request for
Bloodclaw.CONTAINS SCAT!!!
Today in the city of Pokéville were two Pokemon who had just got done eating a huge meal at lunch. Both of them were roommates who were residing in the same apartment building that April, Lucario, and Tyler was living in, one floor below theirs. Their names were Jamie and Mara. Jamie was a Zangoose just like Tyler was, only she wore a pair of jeans and the symbols on her torso, hands and left ear was green instead of red. Jamie’s roommate, Mara, was a Wartortle who also wore jeans like her roommate did. Neither one of them liked to walk around in the nude (despite the fact Mara’s shell covered her nether regions) so they walked around with trousers and sometimes shirts on. Their apartment was a lot cleaner than Tyler’s since April wasn’t there and had the same amount of stuff inside. There were two bedrooms each complete with their own bathroom, mattresses, dressers and night tables, a living room with a few tables and a TV, and of course the kitchen, which had the refrigerator. The apartment didn’t have a laundry room since the laundromat was literally located down the hall so they just went there to wash their clothes. Right now Mara and Jamie were sitting on their couch watching TV, trying to find something interesting to watch.
“You’d think with how many furries are busy getting laid there’d be something on TV besides a bunch of pornos.” said Mara.
“Apparently not. Did you check the TV guide channel?” asked Jamie.
“Yeah. They’re showing a bunch of crappy westerns from the 50s and some stupid show about a serial killer on Showtime.”
“You mean Dexter? I love that show.”
“Why? It’s about a guy who’s an analyst by day and a killer by night. He’s like a vampire only human…and somewhat sexier.”
Jamie sighed. “Isn’t Madagascar on?”
“No, Madagascar 2 is on.”
“What’s the difference? They’re both awesome DreamWorks movies that feature talking animals.”
“No, the first one was. The second one sucked ass.”
“Why?”
“What do you mean why?! There was nothing entertaining about it besides the beginning theme song!”
“What about the fight Alex got in with that old lady?”
“That was pathetic. How’s a lion get owned by an old lady?”
“Wasn’t she a war veteran?”
“That’s not the point; how’s a lion get owned by an old lady?”
“I’m pretty sure she was a war—”
“How…the hell…does a lion…get owned…by an old lady?”
Jamie tried to find a logical explanation for why such a situation would occur, but she couldn’t figure it out.
“Well there was other funny…stuff. Remember at the end when she kicked Alex in the groin?”
“Yeah, but they censored that. And then everyone went “OOOHH!!” and Marty made a snappy comeback. They didn’t censor groin kicking in the first one.”
“Yeah they did.”
“No, remember in the first one when that old lady hit Alex in the groin in the subway?”
“Oh yeah. What about the amazing voice cast?”
“Exactly my point! How do you have an amazing voice cast such as will.i.am, Alec Baldwin, Ben Stiller, Chris Rock and Jada Pinkett Smith and still screw up a movie like that!?”
“…At least there weren’t any fart jokes.”
“That’s true.”
“And you can’t say the part where Alex bit Marty on the butt wasn’t funny!”
“…Jamie?”
“What?”
“That was the first one.”
“Oh.”
Mara sighed. “Why are we still talking about this?”
“I don’t know anymore. I get side-tracked easily.”
Before Mara could say anymore, her stomach grumbled and she realized she had to use the bathroom. The Wartortle got off the couch and started walking to the restroom’s door.
“I gotta go take a dump.”
“Thanks Mara. Every Zangoose loves to be informed of her friend’s waste disposals.” said Jamie flatly.
And with that, the Wartortle retreated to her room to go enter bathroom and release her bodily wastes. Unfortunately, just as she twisted the knob, it merely clicked at her and didn’t unlock the tumblers. Mara grunted questionably and started pushing at the door, trying to open it, but to no avail.
“Hey Jamie, why’s the door locked?”
“Cause April came over last night and left a huge present for us in the toilet that I doubted you wanted to smell.”
“I’m pretty sure the bathroom’s been aired out so could you hand me the key?”
Jamie raised her eyebrow. “I thought you had the key?”
“No I gave it to you for safekeeping.”
“Right, and then I gave the key back to you.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Yes, I did.”
Mara sighed. “Whatever; can I just use your bathroom?”
“Err…yeah…about that…”
Jamie smiled and laughed meekly. “I kinda…broke it.”
Mara sighed. “How do you break a toilet?! You just sit on it and flush!”
“Remember that one time when Tyler came over and we started randomly throwing stuff down random holes?”
“No, I don’t!”
“Oh, yeah, you weren’t here. We wound up flushing your bowling ball down the toilet…it didn’t go so well.”
“So we got no working lavatory?”
“Guess not.”
Mara’s stomach grumbled again and she started walking around in circles, panting with worry.
“So how am I supposed to go to the bathroom?!”
“I don’t know. Maybe you should find the key.”
“I’m telling you, you have it Jamie!”
“If I did have it, I lost it. If you had it, you lost it. Point being, one of us lost the key and unless you find the key, you might wanna go outside and do your business.”
Mara scoffed. “And have everyone in Pokéville stare at me during a bowel movement and mock me? I don’t think so!!”
“I don’t know what else to tell you.”
“Oh yeah? What happens when you have to use the restroom?”
“I’ll think of something when that problem comes to hand.”
Jamie’s stomach churned loudly and she wound up holding her torso in pain, suddenly feeling the need to use the bathroom.
“On second thought, I’ll help you find that key.”
And so, the wartortle and zangoose began to sift through their apartment building looking for the key at any haphazard area they would find it in. Mara scooted the nightstand in her room aside, but found nothing besides some dust and a few spiders. Her stomach growled even louder and Mara had to let loose some flatulence to soothe the pain, making sure the gas wasn’t loud or rambunctious.
“Mara did you hear something?”
“…Nope.” she lied.
Jamie went into the kitchen and started putting her hand underneath the fridge to see if she felt something metal, but all she collected was dust and dirt. She opened up the fridge and started ransacking the fruit and vegetable drawers, chucking the bags full of oranges and apples to the floor, but all she found were sweet nourishments.
“It’s not in the fridge!!”
“Obviously Jamie! Who loses a key in the fridge?”
“Hey, I lost a shoe inside Charizard’s mouth once.”
“How did your shoe—”
“I don’t wanna talk about it.”
Mara and Jamie inhaled sharply when their viscera grew heavier and the poop was traveling through the large intestines, slowly making its way to the anus. At the rate they were going, they’d be better off using the front yard.
“We better find that key fast!” said Jamie, trying her hardest not to cut any farts.
Jamie decided since the key wasn’t under or inside the fridge, it must obviously be behind the whole chilled box. She grabbed the fridge at the bottom using all of her strength and started grunting with effort to try and move it away. As she grunted, she wound up farting on accident and her stomach gurgled once more, indicating she was on the verge of loosening her bowels. Still, Jamie continued to tug at the fridge, desperate to find the key for the bathroom. After much effort, the zangoose shouted loudly and moved the fridge out of alignment, revealing the items behind the rectangular frozen box. But as always, she found nothing of value behind the fridge besides some dirt and dust and a couple more cobwebs. Jamie’s stomach was groaning very loud and she wound up cutting a smelly fart that Mara could definitely smell from where she stood.
“UGH!! JAMIE!!!”
“Sorry.” said the zangoose meekly.
Mara quickly rushed over to the window and opened it, letting all of the bad air out. When she was done clearing out the living room, she ran over to the couch and grunted as she scooted it across the floor, desperate to find the key. Elsewhere, Jamie was busy holding her behind and doing the potty dance, almost unable to control herself any longer. She started to loosen up her colon to try and see if that would help any, but as she did, she wound up passing more silent, fetid gas. At the last second, she clenched her butt cheeks shut once she felt a lump of dung squeezing its way out. Jamie knew she wasn’t going to make it, so she moved her head around to look for a trash can.
“Mara, where’s the trash bin?!” she asked, still holding her butt cheeks with her hands.
“Why?”
Mara looked at Jamie and instantly knew she had to go to the bathroom real bad and was on the verge of going all over herself. Too bad for her, since she didn’t know where the trash can was.
“Uh…I think it’s in the bathroom…”
Jamie’s eye started twitching and she almost felt like exploding. It was at that moment when she remembered she had a spare bin in her closet in her room. She sprinted her way to her room, but the little journey over there must’ve been too much for her. As soon as she entered, he stomach endured immense pain and forced her to stop running. With no other option, she stood in the doorway of her room grunting with two fists made. After a few seconds of bubbling, Jamie let off a huge fart and started breaking wind repeatedly, much to Mara’s disgust. When she was done letting off a few gas bubbles, she sighed and loosened her colon, letting a long log of poop fall into the seat of her pants. Mara could easily tell what she was doing after Jamie sighed heavily and another lump of poop fell in her pants.
“Jamie that’s disgusting!!! How could you mess yourself like that?!!?”
“When you get past the—”
Jamie made another two fists and sharted in her pants while raising a leg, letting out more messy fecal matter. She sighed after dropping another log and farted again.
“When you get past the stomach pain, it’s actually relaxing.”
“I don’t care if it’s relaxing! That’s the most single vile thing any Pokemon could possibly do!! Why would you—”
“Don’t you still gotta go?”
It wasn’t until Jamie reminded her of her own bathroom desperation that the pain returned. Her stomach growled again and she wound up farting loudly as well, yelping and holding her buttocks when she almost released a pile of dung in her own pants. The wartortle continued searching for the key while Jamie leaned against the wall, still pooping in her pants.
“GOT IT!!! It was behind the couch the whole time! You said you still gotta go right Jamie?”
“Um…”
Jamie turned her head around and noticed her pants had a giant brown bulge in the back that was slowly getting larger and smelled horrible.
“I think it’s too late to save my pants.”
“Your loss Jamie!”
Mara held the key in her hands and ran into her room, letting out four more sustained farts and wafting the smell away. She whined with pain and had to stop at the door to hold her stomach and fart some more, inches away from messing herself. The wartortle started breathing heavily to try and reduce the pain and inserted the key into the doorknob.
“WHEW!! Finally!”
Mara should’ve waited a couple of seconds before she sighed with relief and calmed herself down. After she said “Finally!” she opened up the door and took a step inside the bathroom. As she glared at the shiny porcelain, she began to loosen her bowels, which was a big mistake. She was unaware of how badly she really had to poop, so when she let her bowels go, she instantly sharted into her pants. Mara yelped again and held her butt cheeks to try and stop the flow, but it was too late. Mara had begun to defecate her pants. The wartortle grunted with effort and got on her knees, grasping her stomach. She leaned forward and let out a thunderous fart that reeked of all sorts of disgusting odors, things like dead birds, skunk musk, rotten eggs, brimstone, and so on. When she was done, she grunted and dropped a hefty load of wartortle manure in her trousers. Like Jamie, a giant bulge was forming in the seat of her pants and her trousers were starting to stink up the place. Yet, Mara could only continue.
“URGH!! That’s the last time I install a lock on the bathroom doors!!”
Mara lifted her leg and squirted out a sustained fart before she stopped defecating and sighed heavily, finishing up her bowel movement. Suddenly, more cacophonous noises erupted from her ass and she wound up letting out almost a galloon of manure all at once, making such a mess in her pants she was sure the poop was leaking through the material and dripping on the floor. After she was done with the humongous bowel movement, she sighed and collapsed to the floor, allowing the remaining chunks to smoothly glide out her ass. The wartortle slowly got off the floor with her knees shaking and started strolling back into the living room, trying to ignore the loud sloshing of the poop with each step she took. There she found Jamie, who was also on the floor with tons of poop in the seat of her pants. Before Mara could call out her name, she let out another fart again.
“This is so embarrassing…” moaned Mara.
“Well, what do you wanna do? By the time we get to the laundry room, the whole building’s gonna smell the mess we made.”
Mara scratched her head for a minute before coming up with the perfect idea.
“I GOT IT!!”
Mara and Jamie knocked on Tyler’s room door and quickly ran away just as he opened the door and answered.
“Hello?”
Tyler sniffed the air twice and looked down, yelping with fear once he saw Mara and Jamie’s filthy pants on his door-step. The zangoose started hyperventilating and sweating profusely, panting like he was having a heart attack. He screamed out loud and ran down the hall, grabbing the fire hose intended for putting out a fire in the hotel. He quickly turned it on and blasted the pants, dousing them with water and filtering out the poop. Tyler then got out a large brush and sponge and started scrubbing the pants, panting and whimpering in order to get them clean.
Category Story / Pokemon
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 120 x 62px
File Size 50 kB
The story was interesting at first, but it became a BORE FEST FAST!!! WORST ANIMATED FILM I EVER SAW. I am not at all surprised that it didn't get nominated for an academy award. I would have preferred a movie involving Marty and Alex learning how to use a toilet for two hours (Puts the GAS in MadaGAScar). Sure it would be just a bunch of fart jokes, but at least it would have been SOMEWHAT entertaining.
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