<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316838</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:22:55.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morris the Duck</title><subtitle type='html'>The six episodes that changed the world...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morristheduck.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316838/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morristheduck.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316838.post-107387509595139126</id><published>2004-01-11T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T18:49:52.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THE ADVENTURES OF MORRIS THE DUCK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a cold day in December (NB: Morris lives&lt;br /&gt;in the northern hemisphere because December sounds&lt;br /&gt;better than August) and Morris had been sitting at&lt;br /&gt;home watching The Looney Tunes with his brothers and&lt;br /&gt;sisters. His brother Tony, thought it was quite&lt;br /&gt;disrespectful to ducks everywhere that Daffy was such&lt;br /&gt;a quack - no pun intended. His sister, Bertha, would&lt;br /&gt;not shut up about how sexy she found Elma Fudd (she&lt;br /&gt;had posters in her room - ones that no body knew&lt;br /&gt;about...) Morris, however, sat in between the two and&lt;br /&gt;read the Great Works of Charles Dickens. Yes, Morris&lt;br /&gt;was no ordinary duck. However, the fact that he was&lt;br /&gt;the first duck in the entire world to ever read a book&lt;br /&gt;cover to cover didn't make him the most popular duck&lt;br /&gt;in the pond. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling very alone in the world, and lacking a strong&lt;br /&gt;male role model (his father was killed in the infamous&lt;br /&gt;Battle for Bread of 1973), Morris decided to waddle&lt;br /&gt;away from home. Although Morris was brilliant on an&lt;br /&gt;interlectual level, he lacked in physical fitness.&lt;br /&gt;Alas, he was not a fast waddler and his brother Tony&lt;br /&gt;soon caught up with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where do you think you're going?" Tony asked him.&lt;br /&gt;Morris stopped abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To the land of the free" Morris replied. "Where ducks&lt;br /&gt;are no longer judged by the colour of their feathers,&lt;br /&gt;but by the content of their intellectual&lt;br /&gt;capabilities."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Has Mum been reading you that Ugly Duckling book&lt;br /&gt;again?" Morris ignored his brother's ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They may take my life, but they'll never take my&lt;br /&gt;freedom." Morris said and continued on, leaving Tony&lt;br /&gt;baffled by the fact that his brother was suddenly&lt;br /&gt;talking with a Scottish accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around the next corner that Morris ran into the&lt;br /&gt;great wise old duck called Rubber. Although Morris had&lt;br /&gt;never heard it, there were rumours that Rubber was so&lt;br /&gt;famous that those in the human world had written a&lt;br /&gt;song about him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Halt there, young Morris.' The great wise old duck&lt;br /&gt;said. "Where are you going?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop!" Rubber Ducky exclaimed. "Just because you're&lt;br /&gt;named after a deceased Bee Gee doesn't give you the&lt;br /&gt;right to polute the world with quoted song lyrics!&lt;br /&gt;Besides, you don't do it justice. Judy Garland was&lt;br /&gt;such a pretty little bird (once again, no pun&lt;br /&gt;intended)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Morris ignored him and walked on, leaving Rubber&lt;br /&gt;Ducky to go back to his bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the sun began to set Morris found himself out the&lt;br /&gt;back of a restaraunt. Oh no! I hear you cry - Morris&lt;br /&gt;is going to get eaten! And suddenly you begin to&lt;br /&gt;question whether indeed this will be a happy&lt;br /&gt;fairy-tale-type story, or whether it is about to take&lt;br /&gt;a morbid turn for the worse. Is Hannibal the Chef&lt;br /&gt;lurking behind the restaraunt door?? Will Morris's&lt;br /&gt;mother get to him in time or will Morris end up on the&lt;br /&gt;plate surrounded by vegetables and covered in gravy,&lt;br /&gt;while someone out the front argues with the waiter&lt;br /&gt;about the bill (pun very much intended and kind of&lt;br /&gt;sickening really)???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...to be continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316838-107387509595139126?l=morristheduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316838/posts/default/107387509595139126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316838/posts/default/107387509595139126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morristheduck.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107387509595139126' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316838.post-107387504998675044</id><published>2004-01-11T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T18:37:50.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MORRIS: RELOADED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we last left Morris the Duck, he had run away&lt;br /&gt;from home and waddled for miles, and by sunset had&lt;br /&gt;found himself out the back of a restaraunt owned by&lt;br /&gt;Hannibal the Chef. We continue the story there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back door opened and the great Hannibal towered&lt;br /&gt;over Morris. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Agggghhhh!" Morris said, when he saw that the big&lt;br /&gt;Greek man was holding a large wooden spoon. But he did&lt;br /&gt;not exclaim in terror, as some would have you believe.&lt;br /&gt;Rather it was an elaborate Kung-Fu call. You see, in&lt;br /&gt;all of Morris's extensive readings he had become an&lt;br /&gt;expert on Tai-qon-do, Kung-Fu and Gi-Hi-Jo (okay, so I&lt;br /&gt;made that one up). He had also studied Newton's Laws&lt;br /&gt;of Thermodynamics and he understood the way the world&lt;br /&gt;worked. It was because he understood these rules that&lt;br /&gt;he was able to "bend" them. He moved faster than any&lt;br /&gt;duck every had. Hannibal was amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will crush you with my wooden spoon!" He hollered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is no spoon" Morris replied, in a very Keanu&lt;br /&gt;Reeves kind of voice, and he did a back flip and&lt;br /&gt;struck Hannibal on the nose. Hannibal fell back&lt;br /&gt;unconscious and Morris landed softly on his webbed&lt;br /&gt;feet. He then began to move through kitchen, so fast&lt;br /&gt;he was a blur. He opened all the cages and unplugged&lt;br /&gt;the fridge (so the cryogenically frozen animals would&lt;br /&gt;defrost and go free) and dodged the frozen pees that&lt;br /&gt;the kitchen hand was pegging at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he stopped. The silence was thick. The room&lt;br /&gt;was in disarray. The restaraunt staff and patrons had&lt;br /&gt;fled. But something wasn't right, he could sense it.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Rubber the Duck stepped out from behind the&lt;br /&gt;door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rubber Ducky!" Morris said. "What are you doing&lt;br /&gt;here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Congratulations, Morris." Rubber replied, slowly&lt;br /&gt;walking towards him. "You passed the test. You are The&lt;br /&gt;One."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No." Morris replied. "Rubber Ducky, you're The One.&lt;br /&gt;It says so in the song!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I mean the One who will save us, Morris. The One from&lt;br /&gt;the prophesy. Let me tell you something. This is not&lt;br /&gt;all as it appears. I want to show you how far the&lt;br /&gt;rabbit hole goes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, Alice in Wonderland." Morris picked up on the&lt;br /&gt;literary reference. "A great book by Lewis Caroll. Did&lt;br /&gt;you ever read Through the Looking Glass?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up, my young apprentice. Much to learn you&lt;br /&gt;have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does Rubber have to teach Morris about the real&lt;br /&gt;world? What relevations await outside the kitchen? Can&lt;br /&gt;Morris teach Rubber a few things about grammar or will&lt;br /&gt;he insist on continuing the Yoda impressions? What&lt;br /&gt;smart-alec puns and film references can Matt squeeze&lt;br /&gt;into the next installment? You'll have to wait and&lt;br /&gt;see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morris &amp; The Order of the Phoenix...coming to an Inbox&lt;br /&gt;near you (and also a part of the Oprah Winfrey Book&lt;br /&gt;Club I might add)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[N.B. This episode is an original. Any similarities to&lt;br /&gt;The Matrix are entirely coincidental....really]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316838-107387504998675044?l=morristheduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316838/posts/default/107387504998675044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316838/posts/default/107387504998675044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morristheduck.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107387504998675044' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316838.post-107387501648268360</id><published>2004-01-11T18:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T18:37:17.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MORRIS &amp; THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we last left Morris he had surprised us all with&lt;br /&gt;his logic-bending powers and Rubber Ducky had promised&lt;br /&gt;to show him how far the rabbit hole went....we&lt;br /&gt;continue the story there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubber took Morris to Phoenix Train Station and bought&lt;br /&gt;two tickets to the train leaving from platform 9&amp;3/4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Morris, your father was not really killed in the&lt;br /&gt;Battle for Bread of '73." Rubber said "He was taken&lt;br /&gt;away because he had the same unique powers that you&lt;br /&gt;have. They called him a freak. They called him an&lt;br /&gt;X-duck - a mutant! And so he fled to the place where&lt;br /&gt;all of those with special powers have been hiding from&lt;br /&gt;persecution. Hogwarts Summer Camp!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I'm supposed to free them am I?" Morris asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Is that why I'm the One?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There was a prophesy. There would be One. One to Rule&lt;br /&gt;them all. One to find them. One to bring them all and&lt;br /&gt;in the darkness bind them. There is also a rumour that&lt;br /&gt;he will, and I quote, 'make your bathtime lots of&lt;br /&gt;fun'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've heard that first bit somewhere before." Morris&lt;br /&gt;said. "In a really long, drawn-out movie recently"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, one of those crackpot old English writers stole&lt;br /&gt;it off me. One of those ones with initials instead of&lt;br /&gt;first names - J.K? C.S? No, J.R.R., that was it.&lt;br /&gt;I think they must have all had illiterate parents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train arrived at Phoenix Station and Morris&lt;br /&gt;noticed&lt;br /&gt;the large statue of a bird on the front. And then he&lt;br /&gt;saw the numbers on the carriages. 1, 7, 4, 6, 3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They're all out of order." He said arrogantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, it's a very special order." Said Rubber. "It's&lt;br /&gt;the Order of the Phoenix" (oh dear he's getting&lt;br /&gt;desperate!!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly, before they could get on the train a&lt;br /&gt;large figure stood in front of them. It was a spirit&lt;br /&gt;who had occupied a human, using the human (Michael&lt;br /&gt;Jordan) to do evil doings. It could only be one&lt;br /&gt;spirit:&lt;br /&gt;Voldermaut (or however you spell it - Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;fans, feel free to correct me). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morris adopted his favourite Kung-Fu pose and&lt;br /&gt;challenged Michael Jordan with a beckoning finger.&lt;br /&gt;They moved like lightening through the station,&lt;br /&gt;ricocheting off the walls, smashing each other into&lt;br /&gt;pilons and crashing onto the tracks. Another train&lt;br /&gt;came rushing through and Morris was able to use his&lt;br /&gt;super powers to push Michael Jordan in front of the&lt;br /&gt;moving train. (If you're having trouble imagining&lt;br /&gt;this, then go and watch the Matrix again. It's really&lt;br /&gt;uncanny - there's a scene just like this!) Morris&lt;br /&gt;joined Rubber on the platform and brushed his hands&lt;br /&gt;together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, there you go." Morris said. "Now, he'll HAVE to&lt;br /&gt;retire"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come, not much time we have" Rubber said because he&lt;br /&gt;had taken to always ending the chapter with a Yoda&lt;br /&gt;impression. "We must rescue your father before it's&lt;br /&gt;too late."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will they be able to rescue Morris's father in time?&lt;br /&gt;What new adventures await them at Hogwarts? Will this&lt;br /&gt;story ever end or is it just going to drag on and on&lt;br /&gt;and on and on until Matt runs out of lame jokes and&lt;br /&gt;famous movie scenes? You'll have to find out in the&lt;br /&gt;next installment (because he hasn't run out yet):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morris Episode IV: Attack of the Puns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316838-107387501648268360?l=morristheduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316838/posts/default/107387501648268360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316838/posts/default/107387501648268360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morristheduck.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107387501648268360' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316838.post-107387496388679724</id><published>2004-01-11T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T18:36:24.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MORRIS EPISODE IV: ATTACK OF THE PUNS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we last left Morris he had climbed aboard the&lt;br /&gt;train to Hogwarts to rescue his father and find out&lt;br /&gt;more about his calling as The One. We continue the&lt;br /&gt;story on their arrival...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a space station!" Morris said as they got off&lt;br /&gt;the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." Rubber replied. "We had an old castle in a&lt;br /&gt;magical land, but we traded it in for this baby.&lt;br /&gt;Morris - I'd like you to meet a friend of mine, Queen&lt;br /&gt;Armadillo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morris turned....and stopped. She was the most&lt;br /&gt;beautiful thing he'd ever seen and instantly it was&lt;br /&gt;like Donald &amp; Daffy, Mickey &amp; Minnie, Charles&lt;br /&gt;&amp;.....Camilla. She waddled towards him seductively and&lt;br /&gt;put out her hand. (If you're having trouble imagining&lt;br /&gt;this, it's uncanny, she looked just like a&lt;br /&gt;duck-version of Natalie Portman!) Morris knew he&lt;br /&gt;needed to switch on his ultra-charm powers. In his&lt;br /&gt;journeys through the library he had read plenty of&lt;br /&gt;books, like "Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus"&lt;br /&gt;and "The Five Love Languages". He thought he was well&lt;br /&gt;qualified, so he went to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ummmm.....wow." Okay, not a good start - try again.&lt;br /&gt;"Queen Armadillo, God was showing off when he made&lt;br /&gt;you.You fascinate me more than the Fundamental Theorem&lt;br /&gt;of Calculus. Life without you would be like a pencil&lt;br /&gt;without lead....pointless. My love for you is like&lt;br /&gt;diarrhea...I can't hold it in. Do you believe in love&lt;br /&gt;at first sight, or should I walk by again? Sorry, I&lt;br /&gt;forgot to introduce myself, my name's Mr. Right. I&lt;br /&gt;hear you've been looking for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubber Ducky decided to leave them to it and excused&lt;br /&gt;himself to throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A pleasure to meet you Morris." Queen Armadillo said.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have any raisins?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How about a date?" She said and grinned. He was&lt;br /&gt;hooked. They walked through the space station and she&lt;br /&gt;told him about the Rebellion and about the special&lt;br /&gt;powers and about this pimple she'd had on her back for&lt;br /&gt;the last week and couldn't quite squeeze. "They told&lt;br /&gt;be I would fall in love with The One, Morris. I'm just&lt;br /&gt;glad it was you because they thought this Rowan&lt;br /&gt;Atkinson look-a-like was The One for a while there and&lt;br /&gt;I was getting worried."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Queen Armadillo" Morris said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Morris" Queen Armadillo said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You must be tired. You've been running through my&lt;br /&gt;dreams all night." Morris said, and he kissed her.&lt;br /&gt;(Collective Awwww from the audience) But someone was&lt;br /&gt;watching them - someone with a dark secret. Someone&lt;br /&gt;with a voice like James Earl Jones. Someone more&lt;br /&gt;powerful than Morris could ever imagine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What surprises await just around the corner? What is&lt;br /&gt;the dark force that hangs nearby, watching the new&lt;br /&gt;duck lovers? Will they live happily every after or is&lt;br /&gt;their entire world about to be shattered? You'll have&lt;br /&gt;to wait and see in the second last episode:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morris: International Duck of Disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should inform you that the Morris Omnibus will be&lt;br /&gt;published later in the year by Random House&lt;br /&gt;Publishers. It will include all 6 episodes and will be&lt;br /&gt;available in all ABC shops, centers and good book&lt;br /&gt;retailers. Also, a tele-movie is currently in&lt;br /&gt;negotiation with rumours circulating that Plucka-Duck&lt;br /&gt;is set for a return to silver screen for the title&lt;br /&gt;role. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I have tried the best I can to duplicate&lt;br /&gt;the cheesiness of George Lucas's romance writing in&lt;br /&gt;this episode, but I fear I have failed miserably. For&lt;br /&gt;the best example of a queasy romance cooked to&lt;br /&gt;perfection, please refer to Star Wars Episode II:&lt;br /&gt;Attack of the Clones. Much to learn I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316838-107387496388679724?l=morristheduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316838/posts/default/107387496388679724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316838/posts/default/107387496388679724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morristheduck.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107387496388679724' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316838.post-107387489252565826</id><published>2004-01-11T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T18:35:13.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MORRIS: INTERNATIONAL DUCK OF DISASTER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we last left Morris he had arrived at the&lt;br /&gt;Hogwarts Space Station to rescue his father and fallen&lt;br /&gt;passionately in love with Queen Armadillo. We resume&lt;br /&gt;the story there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morris woke up in his Hogwarts apartment to the sound&lt;br /&gt;of banging on the door. He rubbed his eyes and tried&lt;br /&gt;to remember the night before. And then he hear singing&lt;br /&gt;in the shower - a girl's singing. Queen Armadillo -&lt;br /&gt;what had he done? Morris climbed out of bed and opened&lt;br /&gt;the door. It was Rubber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning." Rubber said. "You missed quite a dance&lt;br /&gt;party last night, it went for ages. I guess you&lt;br /&gt;were.....busy. Come with me." (That was a reference to&lt;br /&gt;that rather drawn out scene in The Matrix: Reloaded&lt;br /&gt;for those of you who missed it) Morris left the&lt;br /&gt;apartment and followed Rubber through Hogwarts Space&lt;br /&gt;Station while Rubber explained some things to him. "It&lt;br /&gt;seems your father has gone....missing. Security&lt;br /&gt;reported a disturbance a few days ago and he hasn't&lt;br /&gt;been seen since. Which means there is a new plan - we&lt;br /&gt;need to get you into an intense training program, and&lt;br /&gt;fast. We suspect the Dark Side, lead by The Dark Duck,&lt;br /&gt;have taken him and only you can bring him back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They arrived in the Training Room and Rubber left him&lt;br /&gt;with an instructor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First we will be studying the art of flying" said the&lt;br /&gt;instructor. "We have all 4 Superman movies. We&lt;br /&gt;considered the animated series, but in our expert&lt;br /&gt;opinion Christopher Reeves has a better techniue.&lt;br /&gt;After that we have the complete series of Karate Kid&lt;br /&gt;movies and then we'll sit you down infront of the&lt;br /&gt;Street Fighter video game for some hands-on&lt;br /&gt;experience. Get you making some of those grunting&lt;br /&gt;noises. Might even bring in the Williams sisters if&lt;br /&gt;you're still having trouble."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I've learnt all I know from reading books."&lt;br /&gt;Morris protested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're not a duckling anymore, Morris." The&lt;br /&gt;instructor said. "The time has come for you to&lt;br /&gt;progress to higher levels of education, completely&lt;br /&gt;government funded of course. It's strictly television&lt;br /&gt;and Playstation for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Morris was swamped from behind. At least&lt;br /&gt;twenty little ducklings, running around him, waving&lt;br /&gt;pieces of paper. "Can we have your autograph Mr.&lt;br /&gt;Morris?" "Wow - it's really Morris, the son of The&lt;br /&gt;Master...." "You snap photo wit me Morris?" It&lt;br /&gt;appeared he had gained quite a reputation, news of his&lt;br /&gt;incredible speed and super powers had gone ahead of&lt;br /&gt;him. He looked up and saw their team leader, a rather&lt;br /&gt;attractive duck (although not comparable to Queen&lt;br /&gt;Armadillo - think Mandy Moore Vs. Natalie Portman -&lt;br /&gt;not bad, just not quite there, if you know what I&lt;br /&gt;mean) was smiling at him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The great Morris the Duck." She said. "We've heard a&lt;br /&gt;lot about you. You are single handedly responsible for&lt;br /&gt;increasing duck literacy levels world-wide. So thank&lt;br /&gt;you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do what I can." Morris replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You arrived with your father I hear." She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No - my father is missing, but I will be leaving soon&lt;br /&gt;to find him." She nodded, uncertain. Suddenly there&lt;br /&gt;was a gasp from the crowd of ducklings and they all&lt;br /&gt;stepped back. Morris turned and there was Rubber&lt;br /&gt;Ducky. The ducklings were in awe. "It's The Master"&lt;br /&gt;someone said. Morris was confused but he didn't have&lt;br /&gt;to wait long. Rubber Ducky dismissed the the fan club&lt;br /&gt;and told them to go back to their game of "Duck, Duck,&lt;br /&gt;Goose".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Morris, there's something I didn't tell you." Rubber&lt;br /&gt;said. "I am your father....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Noooooooo!!!!!" Morris screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong? It's not that bad is it? We can be&lt;br /&gt;pals, go to father and son camps, I can teach you how&lt;br /&gt;to shave...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But Rubber, you're bald. Balding genes are hereditary&lt;br /&gt;dammit! I'll have to get on to that Hair Company&lt;br /&gt;before it's too late. How many bald superhero's do you&lt;br /&gt;know of?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Calm down Morris, there are more pressing matters at&lt;br /&gt;hand." Rubber said and they began to walk, Morris&lt;br /&gt;checking for loose feathers. "The forces of darkness&lt;br /&gt;have massed, Morris. They call themselves The Mighty&lt;br /&gt;Ducks and they wear ice hockey helmets. There is news&lt;br /&gt;that they are coming this way. We must work together&lt;br /&gt;to defend mutant ducks everywhere Morris, my son."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop saying that, it's freaking me out." Morris&lt;br /&gt;replies. "Don't you ever feel guilty about leaving us?&lt;br /&gt;You know we existed on a single-parent pension for&lt;br /&gt;most of our lives because of you. We lacked a strong&lt;br /&gt;male role model. You know my brother is now gay - not&lt;br /&gt;that there's anything wrong with that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANG! An explosion rocked the space station and&lt;br /&gt;suddenly pilons were falling and walls were exploding.&lt;br /&gt;Smoke surged through the corridors and flames licked&lt;br /&gt;the ceiling. "We're under attack!" Someone yelled.&lt;br /&gt;"The lookout has spotted the Flying V - incoming!"&lt;br /&gt;Another explosion! Morris and Rubber saw the green &amp;&lt;br /&gt;white exit sign and ran for the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they stopped. Standing in the smoke was a&lt;br /&gt;black figure - covered from head to toe in a midnight&lt;br /&gt;cloak. The Dark Duck. And suddenly The Dark Duck fired&lt;br /&gt;at them and before Morris could do anything, Rubber&lt;br /&gt;fell. The Dark Lord disapearred in the smoke and&lt;br /&gt;Morris dropped to his father's side. He pulled him&lt;br /&gt;close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sqeak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rubber Ducky!" Morris said. "When I squeeze you, you&lt;br /&gt;make noise!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The time has come for you to take over Morris. Rid&lt;br /&gt;the world of The Dark Duck - save the others. Only you&lt;br /&gt;can do it now." And slowly Morris's father died in his&lt;br /&gt;arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through his tears Morris managed some final words to&lt;br /&gt;his Dad. (you guessed it - all together now) "Rubber&lt;br /&gt;Ducky, I'm awfully fond of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he stood up. He vowed revenge. He would hunt&lt;br /&gt;down the Dark Duck before it was too late. He would&lt;br /&gt;avenge his father's death. And then he had a horrible&lt;br /&gt;thought. The space station was falling around him and&lt;br /&gt;his love, Queen Armadillo, was still in the shower!&lt;br /&gt;(Women!) He ran for the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Morris save Queen Armadillo in time? Will he&lt;br /&gt;avenge his father's death and kill The Dark Duck? Will&lt;br /&gt;he save all the little smart ducklings from the&lt;br /&gt;collapsing Hogwarts? Will he be able to accomplish all&lt;br /&gt;this in one final episode? (Of course not, he's a guy&lt;br /&gt;- we can't do more than one thing at a time) Maybe&lt;br /&gt;he'll prove them wrong - he is a superhero after&lt;br /&gt;all... You'll have to wait and see in the final&lt;br /&gt;chapter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morris Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316838-107387489252565826?l=morristheduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316838/posts/default/107387489252565826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316838/posts/default/107387489252565826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morristheduck.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107387489252565826' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316838.post-107387470440955619</id><published>2004-01-11T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T18:33:58.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MORRIS FOREVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morris ran at lightning speed through the smoke filled&lt;br /&gt;corridors and the flaming pillars of steel (please&lt;br /&gt;ignore the fact that steel isn't flamable - it's all&lt;br /&gt;in the name of special effects). He got to his room,&lt;br /&gt;where  he left Queen Armadillo in his shower. He&lt;br /&gt;expected her to still be in there, I mean after all,&lt;br /&gt;it had only been a few hours.... The shower was still&lt;br /&gt;running - but the Queen was gone! Morris turned off&lt;br /&gt;the water, because he cared about the environment, and&lt;br /&gt;was about to sprint back out of his room when he saw a&lt;br /&gt;note on the bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have taken the Queen" It read. "Signed - the Dark&lt;br /&gt;Duck (DD for short)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the corridor the attractive team leader from&lt;br /&gt;earlier was ushering her ducklings along according to&lt;br /&gt;standard evacuation procedures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you seen Queen Armadillo?" Morris asked. The&lt;br /&gt;attractive team leader shook her head. "What about the&lt;br /&gt;Dark Duck?" Morris demanded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Towards the train station" She replied. "But you'd&lt;br /&gt;better hurry." And as he darted away she looked after&lt;br /&gt;him wistfully. "Morris - I love you..." She said under&lt;br /&gt;her breath, her heart all aflutter. But Morris was&lt;br /&gt;already gone, and besides - he already had a woman. He&lt;br /&gt;was not THAT kind of duck. (Gotta love these subplots&lt;br /&gt;eh - they're coming in from all directions!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he arrived at the station, the train was just&lt;br /&gt;pulling out. Morris ran, he leapt, he flew through the&lt;br /&gt;air, he felt the wind in his feathers and he used his&lt;br /&gt;incredible slow-motion, lotus-position jump to land on&lt;br /&gt;the back of the train. As it began to move faster and&lt;br /&gt;faster he pulled himself along the roof - desperate to&lt;br /&gt;save his duckette in distress. Suddenly he heard the&lt;br /&gt;engines rev - the sound of them preparing to make the&lt;br /&gt;jump to lightspeed. He knew that sound. He held on for&lt;br /&gt;dear life and suddenly the train leapt foward and the&lt;br /&gt;stars turned into lines of light around him. He pulled&lt;br /&gt;himself forward and climbed into the hatch of the&lt;br /&gt;middle carriage. (Some silly quack had left the hatch&lt;br /&gt;opened - guaranteed someone would be losing their job&lt;br /&gt;later....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morris landed in the middle of the carriage and no&lt;br /&gt;sooner was he on his feet than he heard the Queen&lt;br /&gt;scream. It was coming from further down the train and&lt;br /&gt;he moved quickly. He opened the door to the caboose&lt;br /&gt;when BAMM!!! - suddenly he was hanging from the&lt;br /&gt;ceiling in a net. (Where do they get these nets from&lt;br /&gt;anyway? They always seem to have nets just lying&lt;br /&gt;around...) He looked through the net and there in&lt;br /&gt;front of him was The Dark Duck - complete with black&lt;br /&gt;hood and cloak. Then the Dark Duck spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Morris - this is the part where I explain everything&lt;br /&gt;to you for the sake of the viewers. I mean, if I just&lt;br /&gt;killed you now then the audience would be left&lt;br /&gt;wondering, and wondering equals dissatisfied customers&lt;br /&gt;and dissatisfied customers equals less money at the&lt;br /&gt;box office - so you'll just have to bare with me." But&lt;br /&gt;the voice of the Dark Duck was a woman's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're a duckette!" Morris exclaimed. "Come on, this&lt;br /&gt;is taking the whole women's lib thing a bit far,&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't you say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the Dark Duck removed it's hood - it was&lt;br /&gt;Queen Armadillo! GASP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Morris, in the beginning there were two ducks.&lt;br /&gt;Donald, the white duck, and Daffy - the black duck.&lt;br /&gt;Many people don't know this, but Donald was a white&lt;br /&gt;supremacist and for years he persecuted Daffy and all&lt;br /&gt;of his offspring. So Daffy fled and took his clan with&lt;br /&gt;him, setting up a Dark Duck clan in another part of&lt;br /&gt;the galaxy. Before Donald died he had all of the&lt;br /&gt;history books doctored and no one was ever told about&lt;br /&gt;the Dark Ducks. You grew up in a world of ignorance&lt;br /&gt;Morris! But no - not anymore. The Dark Ducks have&lt;br /&gt;risen again, and with our Mighty Duck army the&lt;br /&gt;rebellion has become strong under my leadership.&lt;br /&gt;Revenge is sweet Morris - and the great city of&lt;br /&gt;Duckdom will soon be ours. And we will kill to get&lt;br /&gt;that power - starting with you... I heard about you,&lt;br /&gt;Morris, son of Rubber Duck, the great master. Morris -&lt;br /&gt;you were the one who was supposed to bring peace, they&lt;br /&gt;said. I don't want peace - I want revenge!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mwahahaha!!!!" (That was an evil laugh in case you&lt;br /&gt;were wondering)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Morris withdrew his laser pointer from his&lt;br /&gt;back pocket and cut through the rope net. He dropped&lt;br /&gt;to the ground and said "Not if I can do anything about&lt;br /&gt;it!" The Dark Duck fled onto the roof of the train and&lt;br /&gt;Morris was right behind him. Remeniscent of the final&lt;br /&gt;scene of Mission Impossible (woah - coincidence!) they&lt;br /&gt;climbed along the roof of the train as it travelled&lt;br /&gt;through hyperspace. And then Morris had a brilliant&lt;br /&gt;idea. He remembered the principles of inertia - the&lt;br /&gt;tendency of an object in motion to stay in motion and&lt;br /&gt;suddenly he gripped to the top of the train with all&lt;br /&gt;his might, because he knew what was coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough the train dropped from light speed,&lt;br /&gt;suddenly slowing. Morris felt the pressure, but his&lt;br /&gt;superior strength prevailed and he watched as Queen&lt;br /&gt;Armadillo went flying forward and disapeared into the&lt;br /&gt;depths of space. Morris climbed back down into the&lt;br /&gt;train and went up to the cabin. He had no trouble&lt;br /&gt;disabling the driver and he turned it round and&lt;br /&gt;steered it back towards Hogwarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morris landed the train and gathered the remaining&lt;br /&gt;ducks together in the smouldering city of Hogwarts.&lt;br /&gt;Dark Ducks and White Ducks together in harmony -&lt;br /&gt;holding candles and waving them in the air. (Where did&lt;br /&gt;they get the candles, you ask. Good question - I'd&lt;br /&gt;love to know, but it did seem fitting) Morris climbed&lt;br /&gt;on top of a smoking platform and addressed the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is a lesson to be learned - a moral to the&lt;br /&gt;story." He said. "We must live in harmony. We will&lt;br /&gt;establish a new city - Duckdom. We will live together&lt;br /&gt;as one. I tell you this, think not what Duckdom can do&lt;br /&gt;for you, but what you can do for Duckdom!" And there&lt;br /&gt;was tremendous applause because Morris had proved&lt;br /&gt;after all that he was the One. He had brought peace to&lt;br /&gt;the colonies and he was named President of Duckdom for&lt;br /&gt;a 4 year term, at which time there would be democratic&lt;br /&gt;elections and lower and upper houses of Parliament&lt;br /&gt;would be put in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morris....Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316838-107387470440955619?l=morristheduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316838/posts/default/107387470440955619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316838/posts/default/107387470440955619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morristheduck.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107387470440955619' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6316838.post-107387573462885449</id><published>2004-01-11T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T18:50:47.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;POSTSCRIPT:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morris the Duck started in the early months of 2003 in one insanely bored moment. Perhaps if I had known how it would take hold I never would have embarked on the journey, but then I never would have been able to experience what I experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The six episodes were sent to an audience of at least 30 people of a period of six weeks. What followed was nothing short of a phenomenen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morris changed my life in more ways than one and I hope that somehow his message of peace and hope will touch your heart the way that it did mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe Morris's story will spread and with breakthrough's in technology this one little duck will travel to all corners of the globe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please drop me a line at mstano@yahoo.com if you find that his story has touched you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and in the meantime, let us spread the word of Morris and let his tale shape the course of history...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerly,&lt;br /&gt;Matt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.B. This is not a cult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6316838-107387573462885449?l=morristheduck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316838/posts/default/107387573462885449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6316838/posts/default/107387573462885449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morristheduck.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107387573462885449' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
