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| Life was good, but their island was small. Mesus had an idea! Bad One got his magnifyin glass, Mess rolled a new leaf, and they got to work. They made three glass balls... and two bigger balls with holes in them, kind of like Jack-o-lanterns. Bad One was confused until Mesus strapped two of the solid balls to his shackles with leaf rope... |
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| ... and jumped in the water. "Great idea, Mesus!" Bad One threw his helmet on, grabbed a few leaves, and jumped in! |
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| And they could swim! "Hooray!" |
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| "Look, a kitty!" "I wonder how it got there?" "I'll tell you!" "MEOW" One day, Mesus and Bad One spotted a poor kitten meowing in their yard. Mesus gave her a saucer of milk and she slept in a shoebox under their deck. |
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| The next morning, she had grown so big she didn't fit in her shoebox anymore! "Meow!" |
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| That night, Bad One gave her a bowl of milk and a laundry basket bed. |
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| The next day she was even bigger. They gave her a tall glass of milk and she barely fit in an old TV box bed Mesus made for her. |
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| The kitten grew as big as Bad One and drank a full bottle of milk. The kitten grew as big as Mesus and drank two bottles of milk. Soon it was Mesus and Bad One sleeping under the deck... and no more milk! |
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| Mesus and Bad One pondered their new friend's predicament. The answer came to them as soon as night fell... "The Milky Way!" Bad One fed the kitten evaporated milk to make her lighter. They climbed on her and up they bound. They passed the moon. |
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| They passed the planets. They didn't stop until they found The Milky Way! Mesus and Bad One caught the first shooting star back home, but Sophia the wondercat stayed in the sky forever, happily drinking milk whenever she was thirsty. |
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| They toiled, they rested. They grew stronger; better able to manage their shackles. Bad One made a mini-distillery for fresh water. Mesus adapted it to turn sand into glass and blew dishware through a rolled up leaf. |
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| That's teamwork! |
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| Tree fruit made an excellent breakfast, lunch, and dinner... or pressed into a tasty beverage. Tree leaves could be rolled into a relaxing smoke. |
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| Mesus built a nice tree house in the shade. |
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| At night they created constellations. |
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| Life certainly wasn't bad. |
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| It was hot and heavy. Mesus paced. Bad One played with his magnifying glass. |
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| The water was rising. The waters of reality were eating away at the shoreline. "Quick Mesus, get your hammer!" |
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| After a little hard work they felt comfortable that their island would not be washed away ... and so they rested. |
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| They awoke suddenly, together, as if from a dream. The night was dark and quiet. Peaceful. By believing in themselves, they had escaped from most of the paraphernalia "gifted" to them from Propaganda. The handcuffs of monogamy had rusted in the salty water of reality so they could easily snap themselves free. The shackles of monolingualism, over-specialization, and xenophobia were not so easily abandoned... but they found the hammer of employment, so pivotal in their escape, washed up on the beach nearby. |
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For the first time in episodes, they appeared to be in no urgent mess. |
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| Property of Exploitation, Inc. Fragile! Unbroken egos inside. |
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| "Just in time. I only have a few of these left." And then Bad One did something crazy. He grabbed the hammer of employment and smashed open the confining bars of Propaganda's passport prison. They threw down their force-fed ideologies (manifest destiny, evangelicalism) and tore off their brainwashing blindfold (greed, consumerism). |
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| And made a run for it! Mesus Morsel: Believe in what you think, not what you're told. |
