En esta cancion he querido expresar la ira que siento adentro por eso he intentado profundizar en la letra teniendo una connotacion ficticia y partes reales , simplemente es una cancion que deja salir tu rabia de adentro . te aseguro que despues de escucharla te sentiras mejor por entender lo que estoy expresando cosas que pienso , cosas que opino , cosas que no entiendo etc pero bueno todo lo que hay que explicar esta en la cancion, Asi que escuchala y opina al respecto, creo que gustara bastante , soy optimista , pero tambien realista.
The Rocky & Bullwinkle Show and all properties therein, including the 2018 reboot that I knew nothing about until this morning, are owned by Jay Ward Productions. Nothing I could write could square up to the abilities of Jay and company as satirists, but here goes. Also bear in mind that none of this is meant to be taken seriously, especially anything medical-related.
Our story begins in Frostbite Falls, a remote town in Minnesota that had never before or since been so thankful for its seclusion from the rest of the state. Our heroes, Rocket J. Squirrel and Bullwinkle J. Moose, spent their mornings just the same as most typical Americans according to the proverbial American dream. Admittedly, this was a calmer and more atypical morning than these fuzzy buddies were known for, but Mondays were as anomalous as they were ominous. Bullwinkle was frying a pancake batter derived from one of his grandmother's recipes. The batter was surprisingly devoid of any active rocket fuel ingredients.
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The Adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle is a 2000 American live-action adventure comedy film produced by Universal Studios, based on the television cartoon The Rocky and Bullwinkle Show by Jay Ward.The animated characters Rocky and Bullwinkle shared the screen with live actors portraying Fearless Leader (Robert De Niro), Boris Badenov (Jason Alexander), Natasha Fatale (Rene Russo), and FBI.
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All the while, our boy Rocky was reading a copy of the biweekly Too Many Times, a national newspaper with a mission of encapsulating the wildness of the country and the world at large with less flair than the tabloids. He exclaimed, 'Hokey smoke, Bullwinkle! Florida men are more cartoony than everything within the fourth wall.'
'So why's it in the newspaper?' Bullwinkle asked.
'I don't know. Assurances, I guess. Cases of that new virus from overseas have gone up again, and some nutcase in New Jersey is saying you can use his air conditioner as a ventilator,' Rocky reported, continuing through the paper.
'Like in the shower?!' Bullwinkle questioned, mistakenly thinking he had heard a revolutionary new medical treatment.
'No, not hair conditioner. Air conditioner, but that's not how air conditioners work. They're calling this virus King Hat Disease. Personally, I prefer my hat,' Rocky replied. With a whiff, Rocky picked up the distinct smell of espresso. 'Are you making coffee?'
'No, I'm making pancakes. One of my Grandwinkle's many recipes,' Bullwinkle explained. 'After all, the narrator said that there wasn't rocket fuel in here. Didn't say anything about grownup fuel. Grandwinkle always said that the cure to anything holding you down is a caffeinated supercharge.'
'Hey, there's something here about the Minnesota State Breakfast Off,' Rocky declared as he turned the page. 'Your grandma's recipe would be great in that. Who wouldn't like a supercharge in the morning? 'Entrants will make their finest breakfast dishes while standing six feet apart or more. Grand prize is $50,000'. Hokey smoke!'
'Say, if we did win, what should we do with the money?' Bullwinkle asked.
'Well, I'd like to give it to folks in need,' Rocky, ever the philanthropist, suggested cheerily. 'Besides, a cash prize is good news for whoever wins it!'
'Yeah, especially for this modest little town. Some of us miss our dearly departed tax dollars,' Bullwinkle casually remarked. Find my iphone on mac.
At that moment, unbeknownst to our heroes, two notorious spies were eavesdropping and caught word of the cash prize. Boris Badenov and Natasha Fatale knew that wherever their nemeses went, opportunity followed.
'You hear that, Natasha? State of Minnesota is giving away five times ten grand in early morning cook-off,' remarked the ever-evil Boris.
'That's $50,000 for Pottsylvania,' Natasha snickered. 'Running evil military state is expensive, you know.'
'Da, and we don't get paid enough. We get raise, one way or another,' Boris added.
'You mean we enter contest?' Natasha asked, taken aback by the implication.
'And win legitimately? What kind of criminal you take me for?' Boris rhetorically demanded.
Meanwhile, back with our heroes, Bullwinkle finished the pancakes, which were a dark brownish color on account of the coffee mixed into the batter.
'Gosh, Bullwinkle, you'll win the grand prize for sure!' Rocky exclaimed, taking his pancakes with a side of mixed nuts. 'Say, where do you think that money came from, anyway?'
'I'd give you my two cents, but I spent it on the last tax joke,' Bullwinkle informed his best friend, topping his pancakes with Grandwinkle's sriracha-mooseberry syrup. Wait, mooseberry syrup? 'Do you really think we'll win?'
'Sure, I do. There'll probably be some spice lovers there, so bring the syrup,' Rocky advised. 'They'll be over the moon and back!'
Now that sounded like Bullwinkle's cooking in a nutshell, especially the sriracha-mooseberry syrup. Picked ripe from 1959, mooseberries were the active ingredient in Bullwinkle's grandmother's triple layer fudge cake that took the world's race to the moon by storm. It was a great age of discovery that, like much of the phenomena our boys got themselves into, changed the fabric of daily life.
'If we win, think of what we could do for the town!' Rocky exclaimed.
'Yeah. We could get a bigger, better bird bath than the one we've got in town square!' Bullwinkle hypothesized, imagining a bird bath the size of a skyscraper.
'Yeah, or new books or a playground for the local school,' Rocky suggested. 'I mean, what kid doesn't love a nice playground? My first fly was off the swings.'
'You really do have the grace of a squirrel, Rock,' remarked Bullwinkle as he poured his syrup over the pancakes. As he popped a forkful into his mouth, smoke from the sriracha—or possibly the mooseberries—started pouring from the moose's mighty nostrils. 'Everybody with allergies should have some of this.' At this moment, the caffeine from the coffee shook through his entire body.
'Are you alright, Bullwinkle?' Rocky inquired, concerned by the display in front of him. Veroboard layout program.
'Like the sun in the east, I have risen!' Bullwinkle exclaimed in response.
Encouraged and intrigued by Bullwinkle's reaction to the food, Rocky began to shovel the pancakes with syrup into his mouth, making sure to get some acorns and almonds into every forkful. The super breakfast filled Rocky with so much energy that he zoomed up in the air and around the kitchen. As he flew around, causing papers to flutter up into his slipstream, the plucky squirrel cried out, 'This is great! I feel like I could take on anything!'
Bullwinkle grabbed Rocky's copy of Too Many Times out of the air as his squirrely companion continued his laps under the ceiling. 'Hmm… Says here that the contest is in St. Paul. I didn't know the church would be judging.'
Rocky stopped abruptly in midair and said, 'No, Bullwinkle! St. Paul is the capital of Minnesota. People from all over our state are going to be entering, but only one is going to win. Y—'
'Now, now, Rock. Spoilers,' Bullwinkle cut his best buddy off.
'You hear that, Boris? Moose's breakfast food is key to super energy boost,' an awe-struck Natasha observed. 'We could mass produce it so Pottsylvania can have a non-stop march on the world. Never tiring!'
'Hehehe, brilliant idea, Natasha! Glad I thought of it,' Boris chuckled incredulously. Natasha raised an eyebrow at him. 'Kidding, kidding! You know, honor among thieves or something.'
Thus, our heroes packed their essentials and a small assortment of knickknacks before setting off to the train station. Bullwinkle made sure to pack two suitcases, designating one for toiletries and the other for cookery and ingredients. Their destination: St. Paul, Minnesota. Little did they know that Boris and Natasha snuck onto the train with them. What's worse, they didn't even purchase a ticket! Those dubious do-no-gooders!
'Just a trick of the trade,' Boris remarked.
Natasha, with an unassuming compact mirror, spotted Bullwinkle, Rocky and their luggage several rows down. She muttered inquisitively, 'So, dollink, what is plan?'
'We pump the car full of sleep gas. Then, we take moose's cooking equipment, sneak into next car and cut off this car and all the ones back. We can sneak into contest with moose's cookery so we can commence our crookery,' Boris instructed. From his dark coat, he pulled out two gas masks and handed one to Natasha. They both pulled their masks over their faces and snickered at each other before Boris reached into his coat once more. When his hand emerged again, he held a pink capsule between each of his fingers.
'Nighty-night, moose and squirrel,' Natasha muttered sinisterly as Boris smashed the capsules against the floor. The train car was flooded with sleeping gas. One by one, the other patrons on the train succumbed to gas-induced slumber. Unfortunately for them, that also included Boris and Natasha, who neglected to fasten the straps of their masks.
Unbeknownst to the villains, Rocky and Bullwinkle still had caffeine from the coffee-infused pancakes pumping through their veins at full tilt. Their hearts were beating too fast to be lulled into slumber by the gas. Rocky, leaning on his soft tail, wondered aloud, 'Is it me, or is everyone else asleep?'
'I think they're catching their winks now before the train lag kicks in,' Bullwinkle hypothesized.
'Train lag? Who's ever heard of train lag?' Rocky asked, the term entirely foreign to him save for it being in English.
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'Oh, come now, Rock. We've heard and seen stranger things,' Bullwinkle pointed out.
Rocky chuckled and agreed, 'Yeah. You know, Bullwinkle, when you're right, you're right.' He and Bullwinkle, thanks to the seemingly infinite energy boost from the caffeine and mooseberry in their systems, were only the slightest bit droopy-eyed from the gas and none the wiser of the Pottsylvanians' plot.
The stops rolled by as our heroes gabbed and the rest of their fellow train goers napped. Soon enough, their stop in St. Paul rolled around. Rocky and Bullwinkle grabbed their luggage and stepped off. At that precise moment, Boris and Natasha were roused from their slumber to see their nemeses outside their window. Natasha did a double take, the shock kicking her mind into high gear. Boris, however, blinked twice and was about to succumb to sleep paralysis. He very well would have if not for his partner in crime shaking him. 'Boris! Boris, wake up! Moose and squirrel are outside, dollink!'
'Outs…outside?!' Boris mumbled, sharing in Natasha's devastated sense of surprise as her words sank in. Azeroth auto pilot not working.
The two spies leapt from their seats and dashed to the door, but they were just a smidgeon on the late side. Just before they could get off the train, the doors shut tight and the whistle sang its song of departure. The coal-powered vessel, with a puff and a jolt, lurched forward and continued its voyage over the rails.
'Bless it all!' Boris spat in frustration.
'Boris, watch your language! There is a lady present,' Natasha scolded. They both groaned in frustration as the train sped away. The rest of the patrons of the car started to rouse from their slumber and, aside from the unsettled and upset among them who missed their stops in their slumber, they were largely confused. On the bright side, their insomnia had been cured.
'We get off at next stop and double back. Minnesota money will go to the bad people of Pottsylvania,' Boris decided, determination flaring in his well-rested eyes. 'What I don't understand is how masks failed.'
'I do,' Natasha responded, pulling on her clearly loose gas mask. 'We didn't fasten properly.'
'Oh boy…' Boris mumbled.
Meanwhile, Rocky and Bullwinkle found themselves in quite the predicament as they had no idea where to go. Rocky was trying to navigate the not-quite-bustling city of St. Paul with a map, but the map was a misprint. Unfortunately, instead of being printed with a compass rose, it was printed with a regular rose.
'We'll get real roses once we win,' Bullwinkle assured.
'Yeah, but we won't be able to win if we don't find where to register,' Rocky pointed out. 'We really should stick together.'
'I got it!' Bullwinkle exclaimed. He gingerly picked up Rocky and hefted him atop his shoulders. Technics kn 440 manual. 'Nice vantage point for scouting, eh, scout?'
'Whoa…!' Rocky exclaimed in awe. 'I don't appreciate how tall you are as much as I should.' Over the tops of heads and cars alike, Rocky was able to spot a banner draped across the front of a hotel known as the Hurry Up & Get Inn. Rocky read the banner aloud from atop Bullwinkle's head, 'MN State Breakfast Off – register here'. That's it, Bullwinkle! We check in at the Hurry Up & Get Inn.'
'Quite a name they've got, but at least they get to the point,' Bullwinkle remarked. He hung his own suitcases on his antlers and held Rocky's suitcase with one hand, using the other hand to hold his perched friend to his shoulders.
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The inn certainly did get to the point. The best friends marched into the inn and immediately spotted the desk for the contest off to the side. Two representatives for the contest, whose nametags read Edgar and Chauncey, sat at the side table to check in contestants. Bullwinkle, with the luggage and squirrel in tow, sauntered over to the desk.
'One chef and sous chef for the Minnesota State Breakfast Off,' Bullwinkle announced.
'Certainly,' said Edgar as he gave Bullwinkle a small packet of forms. 'Will the entrance fee be in cash or check?'
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'Uhh… Hey, Rock, which suitcase was the checkbook in?' Bullwinkle asked his fellow fuzzball.
'I think it was in mine. Here, you fill out those forms and I'll worry about the check,' Rocky assured. They each took a seat in the lobby, Rocky rifling through his suitcase and Bullwinkle trudging through the entry packet.
'Well, Chauncey, you don't see that every day,' Edgar sighed.
'What's that, Edgar?' asked Chauncey.
'Woodland critters entering a cook-off,' Edgar clarified.
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'Oh, I don't know, Edgar. Everyone has a wild side,' Chauncey casually pointed out.
Indeed, everyone did have a wild side, including villains such as Boris and Natasha who, unsurprisingly, took a rideshare without the sharing part in order to get to St. Paul. What sinister plot did they have in store for the Breakfast Off and Bullwinkle's energizer flapjacks? Find out in our next episode, 'Pans and Pottsylvanians' or 'Saints and Cinnamon'.