Meh Series

  The sky over Meh Town cracked like a busted speaker — thunder shaking every window. A monster made of static, broken radios, and car alarms stomped into the streets. Everyone covered their ears. “AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH—” it screeched, shattering glass. Gerald fell over instantly. “MY EARS— I CAN’T HEAR MY HAIRCUT ANYMORE!” Meh looked around. “We need DT. Where’s he at?” Out of the smoke, DT walked forward. Shades on. Slurpee in hand. Chains glinting. Zero fear. “Step aside,” DT said calmly, “Noise is my language.” The monster roared again. Everyone winced. But DT didn’t flinch. Instead, he pulled out two massive speakers from nowhere, slapped them down, and cranked the volume. BOOOOM! Bass so deep the ground shook. The Noise Beast staggered back, confused. “Y’all hearing this?” DT shouted over the beat. “I’m about to drop the cure!” He spun around, DJ-style, mixing the static monster’s screeches into the beat itself. Suddenly, the beast’s screams turned into rhythm —...

  It was a hot afternoon, and Meh was just chillin’ on the couch, eating stale Doritos. Suddenly, the front door flew open — DT walked in wearing shades indoors, gold chains, and holding a giant Slurpee. “Yo Meh,” DT said, sipping loud. “We outta level up today.” Meh squinted. “Level up how? Like, XP points? Or my fridge snacks?” DT smirked. “Nah, bro. We finna flex harder than Gerald’s haircut last Tuesday.” Just then, Gerald popped in from the window. “HEY! My haircut cost $5 and a lollipop, don’t disrespect.” DT ignored him. He pulled out a shiny briefcase, slammed it on the table, and opened it. Inside was… …nothing. Completely empty. Meh blinked. “Uhh. DT. There’s literally air in here.” “That’s the point,” DT said. “We selling premium AIR. Exclusive, limited edition, DT-certified, breathe-once-get-richer air.” Gerald scratched his head. “Bro… who gon’ buy AIR?” DT pulled out his phone, called one number, and within minutes, a line of people wrapped around t...

  One cloudy afternoon, Meh was lying on the couch staring at the ceiling. Gerald barged in without knocking, holding a half-eaten bag of Doritos. “Bro,” Gerald said with crumbs on his shirt. “I had a dream last night that you were a lizard king.” Meh sat up slowly. “A lizard king?” “Yeah, you had a crown made of nacho cheese and everyone bowed down to you.” Meh squinted. “Why nacho cheese?” Gerald shrugged. “I don’t make the rules of dreamland, bro.” Before Meh could respond, the door suddenly swung open again. It was Sun, glowing brightly, sunglasses on indoors. “Yo,” Sun said, pointing dramatically. “I heard about this lizard king prophecy.” Meh groaned. “Here we go again.” Gerald raised his Doritos bag like it was sacred. “The prophecy states that only the chosen one with crumbs on his shirt can awaken the true powers of the lizard king!” Everyone froze. Then Gerald looked down at his shirt. “…Oh no.” Suddenly, the ground shook. A giant lizard tail smash...

  One sunny afternoon, Meh was walking through the neighborhood when he noticed a small shop he had never seen before. The sign above the door read: "Patel’s Emporium – Solutions for Every Problem." Curious, Meh stepped inside. The shop was packed wall-to-wall with strange gadgets, glowing jars, and even a shelf full of “mystical snacks.” Behind the counter stood a tall man with slick black hair, round glasses, and a neatly pressed suit. “Welcome, my friend!” the man said warmly. “I am Mr. Patel. If you have a problem, I have the solution.” Meh raised an eyebrow. “What kind of solutions?” Mr. Patel smiled, pulling out a small device that looked like a calculator mixed with a magic wand. “Any kind. You want speed? I give you speed. You want wisdom? I give you wisdom. You want… a pet dragon? Well, I might need two days.” At that moment, Gerald burst through the shop door. “Meh! We’ve got trouble—Slick D is challenging us again!” Mr. Patel adjusted his glasses, then calml...

 One day, the sun was shining brightly when there was a knock at Meh's front door. Meh opened the door, and it was so bright and hot. Meh saw someone standing there, and is Who's your mom, and Who is you son?? He introduced himself as Sun, and said, "I wanna join your team." Meh said, "Ok dude, but you have to tryout. Sun smiled confidently and said, “No problem, I’ve got the power of the sun on my side!” Meh led Sun to the backyard where the team usually practiced. The tryout began with a series of challenges — running, jumping, and solving tricky puzzles under the blazing sun. Sun made everything look easy, glowing brighter with each task. But when it came to the final challenge — working as a team to solve a maze — Sun hesitated. Meh noticed and said, “It’s not just about strength or power. It’s about trust and working together.” Sun nodded and took a deep breath, ready to prove he wasn’t just a solo star. Together, they navigated the maze, combining Sun’s b...

  Setting: Alan and Gerald are trying to sneak into the abandoned roller rink on Maple Street. Rumors say something weird’s going on inside—glowing lights, strange humming sounds, and… inflatable ducks? ALAN: (whispering) “You sure this is the right place?” GERALD: “Yeah. Totally. Probably. Definitely maybe. My cousin’s dog’s groomer said she saw a government truck here last night.” ALAN: “…So obviously it’s legit.” They approach the rusty double doors. Alan grips the handle. Suddenly— 💥 BOOM. 💥 A puff of purple smoke explodes behind them. Funky music drops from the sky like a disco meteor. From the smoke emerges a man in velvet: purple coat flowing, sunglasses reflecting neon that doesn’t exist, a cane swinging like it’s got its own personality. SLICK D. FABULOUS: 🎵 “If you’re sneakin’ in quiet like mice in the night, You better be ready for a fabulous fight.” 🎵 GERALD: (startled) “OH COME ON. Where do you even come from, bro?!” SLICK D.: (gr...