HurleyHogs FILMS presents...Three years ago Mr. Mukas and his family took a journey to Mucus World. It took them five days: four hundred three miles. He took his wife Mrs. Mukas, his son Fat Mukas Jr., and his maid Mukas Mukas. But of course he took his dinosaur floaty with dark pink polka dots which was bright pink. The morning they woke up, it was Wednesday April 5, 1972, 7:01 in the morning. His wife just couldn’t shut up; she wouldn’t stop complaining, “It’s too early!” ” I have no make up!” “I might be late.”
Two hours later the Mukas family headed on the road for Mucus World .The place they call FUN!
On the way they encountered a turtle that ended up being their pet. They made their way two miles in three hours. They’re on their way when Fluffy the turtle needed to go to the bathroom. So they stopped and they were on their way to Mucus World. They stopped at a museum to take a break and settle down to stay in a hotel. They spent the night and about thirteen hours of the next day. As they slithered away from their nasty slow green slug slime mobile, they were on their way to Mucus World....again.
On the way there they ran into a hobo and he wanted change. They told him they had no change, but the hobo noticed the one hundred dollar bill in his left pocket. So of course they said it’s not for him. They needed it for Mucus World, hotels, and food. So they give him three dollars in one dollar bills. But the hobo had completely forgotten they had given him some change. So he asked for more.
They said they had just given him some change, so they look in his cup. Empty. He had actually eaten the dollar bills they gave him. They ran him over and took out his friend with the door.
And driving and driving, they noticed a gift shop. They stopped because Fat Mukas Jr. and Mukas Mukas wouldn’t stop yelling at him to stop. They went inside and noticed mood rings, monkeys, toy cars, and even dolls of Mr. Mukas. They baught one Mr. Mukas doll, four mood rings, and half a toy car. It’s been three and a half days now and some how they’re only half way there. Mr. Mukas thought to himself, “Mmmhhh, maybe it’s my dang kid and maid.” Here they go on their way….again. Their vacation to Mucus World has just begun.
They stopped at a motel because sleeping in the car last night was the worst idea ever. They got there and they realized they’re out of gas. So Mr. Mukas and Mukas Mukas went to get some gas. With the little gas they had, they realized the closest gas station is closed and they didn’t have enough gas to go to any other gas station because it would be too far away. They got back and there was NO gas left. Mr. Mukas said he would walk down in the morning with his portable plastic gas tank.
The next morning came, so he walked to the gas station to fill up his portable gas tank. He had to make four trips to get it full. He didn’t even think of just driving there with the gas he had after the first trip. So they’re driving, again. They were almost there, just one hundred six more miles to go. It was still so early it was still dark out. It had been two hours and was bright out now and they only needed ninety six more miles to go. They had been driving for another fifteen minutes, a half an hour, and still ninety miles to go.
Everyone had been complaining, and no one had stopped in fifteen minutes. Finally Mr. Mukas stopped because he could not take it anymore. He let them go to the bathroom, stretch, eat, and do the basic needs. After about twenty minutes, they were back on the road and ready to ride. It had been about another hour and a half with eighty-four miles to go. They thought they had been so close but they finally realized they were not really that close at all.
“Here we go,” they all said all together.
After realizing they were actually quite a ways from being there and all bummed out they start singing...desperately. They sang every song that you could think of. They sang “Wheels on the mucus,” “Rudolph the red nosed mucus,” and of course “Happy Birthday” even though it was no ones birthday. So anyway they were traveling...and still traveling and finally one last stop, or at least that was what they thought. So the last stop was at the fanciest hotel known to mucus kind. It had sweet beds with mucus sheets, mucus soda, and of course mucus cake. The phone rang.
No one.
Mr. Mukas said, “Mmm.”
They all thought to themselves so they disconnected the phone and went on with their mucus
lives. They slept and in the morning they hit the road one last time at least that’s what they hoped so.Mukas Mukas (the maid) said she thought it would be a good idea if they took a two day brake instead of just one night on the road. But just sixteen minutes later by looking on their G.P.S. they were here. But there was no Mucus World. They used the G.P.S. to find it again and they realized they went the wrong way. No Mucus World for them today. Mr. Mukas was so angry for some reason he divorced his wife. They split the money, Mr. Mukas married Mukas Mukas, and they share custody for Fat Mukas Jr. Four years later they meet up at a party and talked.
What do they say? Oh you know, the usual: “How has Jr. been,” “What’s been up”. Later that night they went out together and somehow got back together and had another child. They went to Mucus World as a family and they went the right way this time. They lived happily ever after, except that they have a second child now. They moved closer to Mucus World in case they wanted to go there again. Mr. Mukas now works there as the ticket salesman. He now works twenty four hours a week including weekends.
