MJ In the Freezer

MJ goes to brazil

"OH, I'M A GUMMY BEAR! YES, I'M A GUMMY BEAR!" Those were the only words needed send MJ to his knees. "WHY?! WHY MUST YOU DO THIS?!" He yelled out in pain, "THIS IS ALMOST THE SAME SONG AS THE ONE THAT ELVIS PLAYED TO ME WHICH SENT ME INTO MY DECADE-LONG SLUMBER!" "It's over, Jackson!" I said, "Now, tell me; how the hell did you get into my freezer?!" "I-I don't know!" He stammered, "All I know is that I was sleeping and was awoken by your insult!" "WHAT INSULT?!" I screamed. "You said to my sleeping, frozen body, "you smell like you farted"! I decided to have vengeance on you for that!" Retorted MJ. "Oh, that?" I asked, "It was true. You really did smell like you farted." MJ's knees gave out as the song continued to play and he fell to the floor.

"MJ!" I shouted, as I ran up to his body. I turned him over. His ears were bleeding and his eyes were bloodshot. He writhed in pain from the song. "You damned buffoon... if YOU hadn't said that I smelled like I farted, then I could have regained my true power and found my captor!" Grumbled MJ. "Wait, isn't your captor Elvis?" I asked, "He's the one who defeated you in the same way that I did, right?" "No... Elvis was not my captor." MJ denied, "He did defeat me with music, but he spared me. Once he saw that I was defeated, he turned off the music he was playing and left." "Then who was the one who captured you?" I asked. "I don't know..." MJ said, as his ears continued to bleed. I rushed into my friend's home and turned off the Gummy Bear Song, and returned to find MJ in a much better state.

He sat up, but he did not seem hostile. "Well, do you have any ideas?" I queried, "Who? What? When? Where? Why?" "I remember... a bald man..." MJ said, "And I'm pretty sure that I was frozen around less than 5 minutes after Elvis left." No real clues... I decided that since MJ had recently woken up, there could be some remains of struggle or scars on him. I looked at his body to find a small torn piece of gray cloth. "Hmmmmm... you were frozen, and you also smelled..." I thought aloud. "What does my scent have to do with any of this?!" Asked MJ. "Your captor was a balding man, right?" I asked. "Yes... are all of those things related, somehow?" Asked MJ. "You also had a piece of gray cloth on you." I said, "Could it be... could it be Gru?" "That name..." MJ said, "it's him."

"AHAHAHAHA!" Laughed a voice in the distance, "Well done!" MJ and I turned around to see a bald man dressed in dark clothing flying towards us atop a ufo. What seemed like hundreds of other ufos followed him in the distance, all containing some sort of yellow creature. Gru, and his minions. "Well, if you want to know the full story, I'll give it to you." Offered Gru. "GRU!! TELL ME THE TRUTH, NOW!!" MJ yelled. "Alright, I'll tell you." Said Gru, "I snuck into the area where you were defeated and blasted you with my fart gun while you weren't looking. That knocked you out." "And what happened after that?!" MJ asked, eager to get to the truth. "Just wait a moment, I was going to continue!" Said an annoyed Gru, "While you were knocked out, I arranged your body into a position that would allow a perfect freezing. Before I could freeze you, though, you woke up and attempted to choke me with my scarf, which tore it." "Is that why I had that cloth on me?" Asked MJ. "Yes. You tore my favorite scarf. I couldn't wear that one anymore, so I knocked you out with a larger fart blast that time. For the second and final time, I used my freeze ray on you to enclose you in a block of ice." Gru explained, "Once we got back to my laboratory, Dr. Nefardio and I drained a good amount of your power to punish you for tearing my favorite scarf." "But how did I get into this guy's freezer?!" Queried MJ. "That, I do not know." Responded Gru, "But the ice hindered the regeneration of both your health and powers. Your body stayed preserved and the same, so that's why you are no different from the way you were back when you were frozen by me." By that time, all of Gru's forces had descended and had circled us. They covered every inch of the street. "Oh, but I have a favor to ask of you, MJ." Said Gru, "And you can't decline." "Well, what is it?" Asked MJ. "I need you... to go to Familia Dental." Replied Gru.

At that instant, MJ was carried by a dozen minions into a slightly larger than average ufo. He was crammed into the inside of the ship, so tightly that he somehow fit. Suddenly, Gru yelled, "Brazil Form!" and the ship morphed into a catapult. "Say your goodbyes, King of Pop." Said Gru. "WAIT, NO, PLEASE!!" Begged MJ. "TAKE ME ANYWHERE BUT FAMILIA DENTAL!!" "Haha, too late." Said Gru, as the catapult was launched and MJ disappeared into the sky. "Well, well, well." Said Gru, as he turned to me. "What are you gonna do to me?!" I asked, cautiously. "Well, since you defeated MJ, I was going to ask... would you be willing to join Dr. Nefardio and me on our mission?" Asked Gru. "NEVER!" I shouted, "You're pathetic, capturing a weakened enemy that you didn't even defeat yourself. I would never join a league of dripless deviants like you!" "Alright then, your fate is death!" Said Gru. He chuckled as the minions grabbed me and tied me to a ufo. Your punishment will be quick and painless for helping me. He prepared a death ray aimed right at me as I tried to break free of my shackles. All hope for me seemed lost. My death was inevitable. "Thank you." Gru said, as he pressed a red button. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see the impact. However, I felt a sweeping feeling on my body, like the wind was carrying me away. I opened my eyes to see that I was far away from where I once was. "I saved you in the nick of time. Are you feeling ok?" I sat up in confusion to find someone who looked incredibly familiar looking at me. That's when I realized who it was. Elvis Presley.