Heinz Sander

Sticky Notes

This is mostly just an excuse to practice drawing. New page every sometimes.

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"Hi Amy!" "Oh, hi, Trevor." "Want to take a ride in my helicopter?" "Wait, you have a HELICOPTER?" "Yeah, and I'm flying to Berlin. Want to come?" "Sure! Why are we going to Berlin?" "To visit my friend. He's sick." "Oh, that's nice of you. What's his name?" "King Charles Wilhelm Von Klein VII. Also known as KING OF SOCKS." "KING OF SOCKS?! You've GOT to be kidding me!"
"That's just his nickname. [...] I haven't seen him for a while. I hope he's okay." "I'm sure he'll be glad to see you." "Ah, this is the place! Behold... THE KINGDOM OF SOCKDOM!" "What? A DUMPSTER?" "No! Not the DUMPSTER, silly... the MANHOLE COVER."
"What? What's the problem?" "Well, I was fully under the impression... call it unfounded, if you will... that we were going to someone's, like, HOUSE." "What if I told you it's actually a SUPER-top-secret entrance that only 5 people know about?" "I don't trust you! I barely even know you!" "Well then, why did you even get in my helicopter?" *COUGH COUGH* *COUGH COUGH COUGH* "You coming?"
*sigh* All right, you WEIRDO. But this hole had better go someplace COOL." "Right this way!" "Dude, I'm SO glad you brought a flashlight." "Hey, there he is! Hey, Charlie! It's me!" "Chuck, is that (cough) you?" "'Chuck'?" "Whoa, buddy, you look terrible!"
*hack* COUGH COUGH COUGH! "I'm fine." "I brought you a "get well soon" card." "Well, that's nice of y-OUCH!" "Oh, yeah, I put a ninja star in there. You know... in case you need it." "Mr. 'King of Socks'?" "Yes, young lady?" "What exactly makes you the 'King of Socks'?"
"Just look around! [...] Behold the World's largest Sock Collection! Don't worry, I washed all of them." *blink blink* "I'm sorry, my brain literally just broke down."
*Cough cough* "Charlie, did you take your medicine?" "I wanted to... but then I forgot... But then I remembered... But then I forgot... But then i remembered... But then I lost it. (cough)"
"Aw, poor Charlie. [...] How about we go and find it for you?" "Um..." "THAT'S GREAT! Thanks, Chuck! [...] While you're looking, I think I'll just take a tiny nap... Untill then..." DON'T WAKE ME UP
"Trevor, why did he call you 'Chuck'?" "Um... 'Chuck' is my middle name." [...] "Yeah, right. What's your REAL name?" "Um... uh... mmm..." "I'm waiting..."
"Pffft, I don't know. Come on, let's go find his medicine. [...] Hey Amy, where are you going?" "HOME. I'm not putting up with this dumb nonsense any longer." "WHAT?! You didn't like your date??" [...] "THIS IS YOUR IDEA OF A DATE??? Wow, you're even weirder than I thought." "WAIT!"
"But how will you get home?" "I'll take the bus, or something!" "But busses don't drive that far. How are you going to get back to Pittsburgh?" "Oh! That gives me an idea." "What?" "I'm gonna fly your helicopter." "NO! You can't do that! You need a pilot's license and certification and..." "TOO BAD! I'm doing it anyway." "BUT YOU-- gnrg grf gnrf ghhhrrg..."
"FINE! I'll take you home!" "Thank you!" *KICK* *CRASH BOOM CRACK THWACK SLAM POP WHAM SHATTER BANG* "Trevor! Trevor! Are you all right?" "Groan... Hey! I found it!"
"Found what?" "I found his medicine!" [...] "Can we at least go give it back to him before we go home?" "Fine."
"Thanks! Thanks a million! Thanks a billion times! (cough)... In token of my appreciation, I am pleased to bestow up on you, young lady, the rank of DUCHESS!" "Wow!" "I hereby dub you duchess ELIZABETH WELLINGTON THE SECOND!" "That's NOT my name!!" "Shhhh, Amy! Just go with it! [...] What about me? Do I get a title?" "Sure! I hereby dub you SIR CHUCK-O-RAMA THE 14 3/4TH!"
"Awwwwwwwwwwww... I was hoping for something COOLER than that." [...] "OK, I think it's time for us to go now." "WAIT! Before I forget..."
"What would an Elizabeth Wellington be... without... A SWORD? no... sorry... A SWORD?" "Oh, right. Of course. Thanks."
"Trevor-" "Hm?" "WHO IS ELIZABETH WELLINGTON?! HOW DARE HE NAME ME AFTER SOME RANDOM PERSON I'VE NEVER HEARD OF?!" "She was the most FAMOUS swordfighteress in recent history! Consider it an HONOR."
"EN GARDE!" "Wh-?" "Get thee a sword, thou miserable puddle of jelly, else I shall skewer thee like a sushi kebab!" "No, that's not how that kind of sword works-" "Then I shall smash the flat and squeeze every last drop of blood from thy pitiably weak body, WITH THE HILT! And then I shall smear it all over the ground like a child's crayon drawing!" "What's gotten into you?" "HEY! COWARD!"
"Thou lily-liv'red buffoon! What kind of MAN do you think you are, running away from a GIRL? [...] Oh, you call that a SWORD? What are you gonna fight with THAT thing? A monster made of JELL-O?" "Poke". "OW!" "ha ha, I win. Come on, let's go home."
[5 minutes later...] ...but you just poked me right in the belly! What was I supposed to do? You were SUPPOSED to be "on guard". Ready for anything. Okay, perhaps I need a quick brush-up on my sword-fighting. But YOU allso need a few lessons on being a gentleman. Spoken like a true Elizabeth Wellington.
Hey, is that who I think it is? It is! It's JENNIFER AND JEFFERSON ALEXANDER PETERWHATSIT! Amy, quick, set the radio to channel π! Where did you get this radio? Hey, Jenny and Jeff, How's the mileage? I'd know that voice anywhere! Nice to see you again, FRED! "FRED"?! How many names do you HAVE? Shhhhh! Trying to talk!
Where're you guys off to? We're off to my uncle's funeral, super excited for it! Oh, yeah, I bet! And then we're off to Han and Maria's place in the woods. Oh, yeah, Han and Maria! How's their yak-kidnapping operation going? ?!?? Not so great. The cops busted them pretty bad. As soon as they get out of jail, they want to try kidnapping squirrels instead. Why don't they try alligators? Trevor, look at the dashboard.
WOW! That's a GREAT idea! Glad I could help. So why is your helicopter PINK now? Gary repainted it. He said it would blend in during the sunset. Trevor- Shhhhhh! Hey, Fred! Guess what? What, Jenny? I found my Raggedy Ann doll! Wow, the one that was missing for YEARS? Where did you find it? Trevor, look at the fuel gauge! It was under the couch. DOH! ...The couch in the very far back corner of the basement, behind the portable cement mixer, the helmet-washing machine, and the shelves of pancake oil and peanut syrup.
Wow! It's a miracle you found it! By the way, did you ever get that hammer gun I sent you? TREVOR, WE'RE ABOUT TO RUN OUT OF GAS!! Whoops! It appears we're running a smidge on the EMPTY side. We'll have to land down there at that pull-off. Sorry, but we can't spare any of our gas. We have barely enough to make it there, as it is. OK, then. Well, have a nice trip! Enjoy the funeral! Will do. Catch you guys later! CHOW!
Great. Just GREAT. We're stuck in the middle of NOWEHRE... In a completely different COUNTRY... On an entirely different CONTINENT!
Actually, we're still in North America. What? We were in Berlin, CANADA. Oh. [...] Well, that makes me feel SLIGHTLY better.
Meanwhile... Zzzzzz... SHING! SHING! SHING! SHING! He's not waking up. HEY, OLD MAN! WAKE UP!
huh? what? Where did those two young bandits go? I don't know what you're talking about. Oh yeah? Are you SURE about that? N-no... TELL US RIGHT NOW, OR WE'LL BURN EVERY SINGLE LAST ONE OF YOUR SOCKS!
It sure is a nice day for hitch-hiking, wouldn't you agree? Oh, yes, definitely. ... ZOOOOM!
Are you SURE this is going to work? Oh, yes, definitely. I hitchhiked all the way from Montana to PERU once. Really? What were you doing in Peru? ... Aw, come on, man, You can't leave me hanging like that!
Trevor? Why are you staring like that? I asked you a question! ... Is it a secret? Come on, I've gotta hear you say SOMETHING. ... Fine, you WEIRDO! I didn't want to know, anyway. SCREEEEEEEECH!
Hey, you folks need somethin'? Yes, we'd like a ride to the nearest town, please. Oh, I only give rides to MANLY men. Well, it's a good thing my name is GRIZZLY GRIMES! Lumberjack-of-all-trades, and friend of bears! Sounds suitably tough. I'll give you twelve man-points for that.
Lancelot, could you make room back there for this handsome young lumberjack? Wait, ME? but I allways get the front seat. Not anymore, you don't. But... but... but... who's gonna sit there? Dude, you just lost ten man-points for not thinking of the woman. Oh, Grizzly, thank you for giving me the front seat. That's so kind of you. Such a gentleman.
Now, you just go on and sit in the back, next to the stuffed moose head. But, Amy... Well, come on, you silly goose, we haven't got all day! But- Dude, GET IN THE BACK. O-okay.
Have you seen those bandits yet? Not me. Nope. No. CRUD! Hey, LOOK AT THAT! CRUD! It's their helicopter! CRUD! Well... What should we do?
All right, here we are. Young man - good luck with hitchhiking back. Young lady - good luck... with him. Thanks.

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