Canadian Idol!

This was a semi-requested-but-totally-not-really Mr. Goose. Enjoy!

Episode 5: Americ--er, Canadian Idol!

Mr. Goose broke free from the chains of the invincible cage door. How? No one knows.
He hobbled down the cobblestone street and kicked up and flew into the air. From the air, he saw a familiar place: Hollywood, California. He swooped down and decided to possibly try to find a star. As he landed, he landed in a giant line filled with boys and girls alike, around the average age of eighteen or nineteen.
"Honk?" Mr. Goose said. He had no earthly idea what this line was for. But a girl, by the name of Sara Banks, did. She saw Mr. Goose and immediately became infatuated and fawned over him.
"Aw! Lookie here! It's a Canadian Goose! Aw, he's adorable!" she picked him up in her arms and carried him into the studio. She recieved a number and waltzed into the room. Mr. Goose was in awe of what he saw next. There was Paula Abdul, Randy Jackson, and Simon Cowell, RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM!
"Now, what's your name?" Simon asked nonchantly. Everyone knew he doesn't really care, but he had to ask for the show purposes.
"Hi, I'm Sara Banks!" Sara said with an immediate smile and walked over to the judges and gave each of them a warm handshake. They were all a little weirded out by Mr. Goose.
"I'm going to sing a little song I happen to love. 'Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder what you areeeee! Up ab--,'" she was stopped by Simon's hand.
"Look, that was probably one of the most wretched performances EVER. I've heard better noises come from a sasquatch. I bet you the duck could sing better than you," Simon said in his harsh British accent.
"FINE! And he's a GOOSE, punk!" Sara yelled, and dropped Mr. Goose and ran away crying.
"Aw, Simon! You made the poor girl drop her pet! Sara!" Paula yelled. She didn't come back. All three of them sighed in unison.
Well, if Sara couldn't get in, maybe I can for her! Mr. Goose thought positively.
"Honk honk quack honk, honk quack honk quack quack quack!" he began singing a rendition of "Everything Will Be Alright" by The Killers. Paula quickly turned around, Simon's jaw dropped and Randy just had bug eyes.
Mr. Goose finished the song, all five minutes of it, and Simon never once stopped him. At the end, they were all crying from the beauty.
"I have never heard anything so beautiful, so wonderful, so amazing, in all my life," Simon said through tears.
"Dawg, that wasn't tight. That was incredible, you have this song volume that's just amazing," Randy said still in awe.
Paula said nothing, grabbed a golden ticket, and handed it to him. Mr. Goose promptly ripped it up.
"NO!" all three judges screamed. See, if you rip up a golden ticket, the earth becomes shattered and anything and everything will happen.
Suddenly, the Kool-Aid man jumped through and burst open the wall.
"OH, YEAH!" he screamed. The judges screeched in horror and ran out and all of the contestants ran for their lives, seeing as they didn't want to be killed by a giant jug of soft drink. Mr. Goose just sat quietly and slept in his new golden nest.

The NEW iPod

http://www.walyou.com/blog/2009/03/05/edible-gadgets-ipod-icepod/
IcePod.
It looks delicious.
:D
I would totally eat it.

And I feel that since it's the early middle of March I owe you a Mr. Goose. So:
Episode 4: Musical Goose

Mr. Goose swooped into a new town. He had always loved visiting other towns, and now that Spring was warming up, he was as excited as ever. He honked in joy as he landed on the cobblestone road below him. Suddenly, the town that was just chattering was now a-hush. People looked at him like some sort of monster. Their eyes were wide and then as short as it took to get quiet, people were running and screaming to get into houses. Then a carriage came up the road.
"Honk?" Mr. Goose asked. Then suddenly, men wearing all black and sunglasses sweeped him off his feet. They slammed him into the carriage and CRACK! went the whip that made the horses go. They neighed and then as soon as they went, they went off like a rocket. In no time, they were at their destination, which was an old Victorian style castle. They carried Mr. Goose into the castle abruptly and sat him in front of a throne. In the throne was a man around the age of fifty five, who was wearing jewels and a fancy crown.
"GOOSE!" he bellowed so loudly that it echoed around the room, "You have to prove yourself before you become my meal." Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on. Prove myself so I won't be your meal? Uh-uh. Not happening bub, Mr. Goose thought. No WAY was he becoming a king's feast. So, he did the only thing he knew how. He sang.
"Honk honk, quack honk honk honk quack honk, quack quack honk, quack honkkkk! Quack honk, quack honk, honk honk quack quack, quack honk quack quack honkkkkkkkkkkk!" he sang a-capella. The king was so touched, the performance ACTUALLY brought a tear to his eye. "Wonderful!" he said, "Splendid!" Mr. Goose was walking toward the door, when one of the guys who brought him there slammed him into a crate and shipped the crate off: to Europe.