South Disney Parks 2: Dr. Stan Seeker and Mr. Hatosaur

South Disney Parks: Dr. Stan Seeker and Mr. Hatosaur - The Heist

Welcome to the untamed lands of the Cretaceous period. It's not the end of the Cretaceous period, but it's close enough you can find a lot of things that got destroyed in the meteor shower that wiped out the earth, before they got destroyed. Two very real, and totally credible scientists are currently exploring the Cretaceous, but that's not where our story begins.

"C'mon Stan! Gimme some, I'm hungry! Unless you want me to eat you!" A rubber dinosaur hand puppet spoke to the man holding him.

"God damnit Mr. Hatosaur, I'm trying to eat, leave me alone!" Dr. Stan Seeker, one heck of a paleontologist if he does say so himself, said to the puppet on his hand. "Besides, you don't need to eat, you're a puppet, may I remind you." He smacks Mr. Hatosaur.

Mr. Hatosaur does the classic teeth grinding puppet face. "Who cares if I'm a puppet, I wanna eat!" He grumbles. He launches onto the tray to try and eat off of it but got grabbed by Stan's other hand.

Stan sighs and puts a piece of his lunch in the puppet's mouth, watching it pretend to chew. "Happy now?

The puppet nods as it's mouth grinds around the pieces of the salad. Stan continues to eat finally when suddenly a blaring siren goes off. “Shit!” He yells and jumps up from where he was sitting. Mr. Hatosaur screams like puppets do as he's pulled from the salad leaves he was ‘munching’ on.

Stan finds his way into an office as he checks the computer. There it was. The time scanners had found the dinosaur he had spent so many years looking for! Stan grabs his coat and puts it on as he walks out of the door to the experiment room.

Red lights blared through the building as Stan's coworkers were running around like headless chickens trying to figure out how to stop it. That was good for him.

Mr. Hatosaur grabbed a ring of keys from a janitor's belt as he ran by like the rest, handing them to Stan as they found their way to a strange and nice looking safari style car. Those kind of vehicles were best built for this kind of thing, unless you were at the IFT and built a time machine out of a DeLorean.

Stan unlocked the vehicle and climbed in, activating the autopilot. Mr. Hatosaur was hanging out the window, watching to make sure nothing went wrong. Suddenly the lights stopped and everything calmed down.

“They may have stopped the alarms.” Stan says as he continues to flip switches and activate the car. “But they'll never know we're in here getting ready to take a little field trip!”

Suddenly the car door opens and Mr. Hatosaur gulps.

“Ah ah Mr. Seeker. I didn't authorize you to go for a test run, now did I?” It was the institute's leader, director, CEO, and Stan's mom, Doctor Sharon Marsh. She taps her fingers as she waits for a response.

“Doctor Marsh! W-what are you doing here? I can't imagine how busy you are running this place. I was just- just-” Stan stops as he thinks of an excuse. Not like it would work but it was worth a shot. “It's was Mr. Hatosaur's fault!”

“Hey!” Mr. Hatosaur yells. He headbutts Stan in the face, causing Stan to punch him. There's a brawl between the two for a good few minutes.

“Enough!” Dr. Marsh yells. “Stan, how many times have I told you? It's a puppet! YOU control it! Stop using the puppet as your excuse!” Sharon had no clue Mr. Hatosaur was actually alive, or stuck to Stan's hand, or an evil bastard. All Sharon knew was Mr. Hatosaur was a hand puppet she bought for Stan when he was little and he got a little too attached.

Stan goes to argue but gives up immediately. He knew better than to argue with his mom and the head of the company he worked for. He sighs and gets out of the car. “Sorry mom.” he says, apologizing. He wraps his hand around his other wrist. To everyone else it looked like he was just embarrassed, to Mr. Hatosaur he was being choked, possibly to death.

When Sharon went to comment on how tight Stan was squeezing his arm, a door burst open and clouds of smoke emerged. Out of the smoke came a disheveled and disgusting looking man. He had obviously been working on something and the experiment failed. It was Randy, with his stupid blue comfort towel wrapped around his arm as always. Guess it runs in the family.

“What's going on? Who's there? No one took my high machine did they?” Randy had built the time machine, calling it the high machine. It was powered by weed hence the name, also because he wanted to time travel to the future and try the weed of tomorrow, but Sharon blocks each attempt of his and uses his machines instead to explore the past. The farthest Randy has even been in the future was an hour.

“No Randy. Stan didn't manage to steal the TIME machine this time.” Sharon hated the name high machine. Despite that, Randy stuck with what he wanted to call it, and everyone else stuck with what Sharon called it. Stan rolls his eyes as he watches Randy, who's very obviously high, stumble down the steps to stand next to Sharon. “And would you stop smoking? You always break thousands of dollars worth of equipment when you do.”

“Listen to your mother Stan.” Randy takes a minute to realize Sharon was talking to him. “Hey! Towelie and I have discovered amazing things with weed! We built the high machine after all!” And there Randy went on again about his light blue towel around his arm. He thought it was an actual living creature. How stupid.

Meanwhile Mr. Hatosaur was working on hotwiring the high machine as Stan's parents fought. What a family business, huh folks. Success! The car started up and started beeping. Perfect.

Sharon whipped her head around and stared at Stan as he skillfully flipped switches, setting himself up to get out of there. As she tried to stop him Randy pushed her out of the way to make sure she didn't get run over. That just gave Stan a clear getaway.

“Thanks dad!” He says, causing Randy to second guess his decision. Sharon tried to jump up and stop him, but Stan already started the vehicle and disappeared. Sharon turned to Randy to yell at him, and probably hit him, but the exhaust and smoke left over from the time machine was definitely having a calming effect on them.