Sharks on a Plane grossed 15 million dollars on its opening weekend.
This inevitably led to the most terrifying sequel in the entire series - Llamas on a Plane: Watch Where you Step!
Napoleon Dynamite got a best actor nomination even.
The movie won an MTV award for "Best What Did I Step in Moment".
Followed by the next movie sequel "Werewoofs in Hackensack."
Which actually involved no Werewolves in its production, as previous attempts resulted in horrendous on-set accidents that had the film shut down by the SPCA.
Werewolves have, historically speaking, always presented a problem in Hollywood, mostly due to their surly dispositions.
Which is why numerous lycanthropes have yet to reveal their true identities: for fear of being blacklisted by the anti-lycanthropic establishment.
Some brave lycanthropes, however, did start a support group for their people called the Anti Silver Society.
They extincted all the funny zombies for the lulz.
This, of course, did nothing to prevent the anti-lycanthrope establishment from passing new leash laws aimed at curbing werewolf antics.
Zombies, in stylish clothes, were previously exempt from leashing laws do to their bodies no longer needing to excrete waste.
The real problem with lycans was a nasty wereflea plague, which later turned zombie and attacked them as well
Zombie on zombie action -- what style!
the stench was unbearable! They had to call it off
"Keep the tip," as they say.
In the end, the zombie infestation was ended by theologians, who conclusively proved that in order to become a walking soulless abomination of cursed flesh, one must have actually possessed a soul at some point.
Said theologians were eaten by the impossible zombies who obviously hadn't thought to remove themselves from existence.
Which caused reality to collapse into a quantum singularity.
It was at this point, Keith Richards woke up and mumbled something about never mixing quaaludes, acid, and heroin ever again, as he reached for his vodka-martini...
The martini was actually the liquid essence of an alien named Kabaxzoric, who had been imprisoned in a potato as punishment for destroying the people of Heo II.
Of course, history never bothers to mention that the people of Heo II deserved what they got, because they were poodle lovers and were dedicated to remaking all TV shows into Full House clones.
Thus the Galactic High Tribunal on Sphtriulzhauk made the only ruling in it's two eon history condoning genocide on a planetary scale, forever branding the people of Heo II as enemies of galactic peace despite them no longer existing.
And Keith Richards drank down the liquid essence of an alien named Kabaxzoric, thinking it nothing more than a vodka-martini, and muttered, "Gah! Being straight makes booze taste like alien essence," before he rolled over and passed back out.
As he dreamt, his visions became reality and the world was twisted into a horrible nightmaric vision; in an event that came to be known as K-Day, millions died and millions more were forever changed.
Yog-sothoth and his fellow other gods chums decided that the new universal order was much to their liking, being (to use the closest possible metaphor) a sort of Disneyland fun-park for such terrible entities of the outer void, and took the opportunity to holiday in what had used to be Washington DC- although the terrible glibbering and meeping of the legislators faintly disturbed even their alien minds.
They came over to my house like it was the Haunted House ride, and I sat next to them in their little car with my arm around them.
George Orr woke in a sweat, fumbling for the lamp to see if things had changed again all around him.
As the lamplight washed over the bed, dimly illuminating the rest of the bedchamber, the man gasped in horror upon realizing just what had startled him awake.
It was the Chupacabra, come to feast on his livestock and sell him Encyclopedias!
"If you buy now,"explained Chupacabra, "you'll get this brand new set of hand-crafted, limited edition, bookends - absolutely free!"
This was confusing, because the Chupacabra had no visible means of producing speech, and that could only mean one thing: PSIONICS!
Chupacabra then confirmed his mental abilities by telekinetically making several encyclopedias dance the watusi before his potential customer's ever-widening eyes.
Suddenly, Cesar Romero, cleverly disguised as The Penguin, burst into the room dual-wielding scimitars and shouting "It's time to reap the whirlwind, Chupa!"
Chupa chortled at the chump.
Nyarlathotep applauded from the shadows.
What avatar he wore, is best not to say, for it was horrorous indeed.
George Orr shook his head, angry that he had decided to eat those sixteen double beef burritos before bed when he knew his dreams changed reality.
The Chupacabra took advantage of his moment of confusion, and bounded forwards, to make a sale of a deluxe edition encyclopedia, complete with furry dice to make a car go faster.
What made this "Deluxe Edition" encyclopedia special, was that it contained a limited edition copy of the Necronomicon with covers of genuine naugahyde...
Romero adroitly countered the lumbering sales-pitch, raising a hand to the sky, called down Omega Weapon upon the helpless George Orr and the Chupacabra.
Just then an Alien materializes in the room and points a greenish flipper at Romero saying, "Oblivion for all not one with violence towards the iahklu’ one."
Romero was not amused at the foppish alien's imperious-sounding tone, and prepared himself to unleash the full extent of his wrath in retaliation.
At that point, George A. Romero, Jazz sensation Oscar Romero, Monseigneur Miguel Romero, and Olympic silver medallist Rebecca Romero smashed through the wall of the house, screaming: "Romero-zoids Unite to form Megaromerozoid!"
The resulting being was a powerhouse of cosmic energy, capable of devestating civilizations, and changing the course of mighty rivers.
Instead of doing so, Megaromerozoid just sat down and started posting on the Word Games forum of the Paizo Messageboards.
He had trouble counting, though, so he stuck to the sentence game.
Sentence composition was one of Megaromerozoid's special gifts, having been educated in that regard by several Ivy League English Professors.
Sure, he ate them when he had pumped them for all the knowledge they contained, but that was his way.
(Actually, besides being a silver medallist in rowing, Rebecca Romero is a gold medallist on two wheels, so either on water or on the cycle track it would be likely near impossible to escape her on any collective of which she was a part.)
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