Heya guys and gals!

New BMO episode focusing on BMO’s new plans for world domination (maybe?).

Hopefully it will distract you from the current political climate in the United States. I wish everyone’s days filled with peace and hope, not hate and bigotry.

Enjoy.

So, as you can see, BMO is still wearing his spooky vampire Halloween costume … despite the fact that it’s no longer October. At first I thought it was just him being a silly goose, but lately, I’ve been … noticing things.

He’s constantly rubbing his hands together menacingly nowadays. And the other morning, I woke up and there were teeth marks on my neck. Like, there wasn’t any blood or anything, but it looked like someone had pressed plastic fangs onto my skin for a second or two. Really spooky stuff.

Also, Impossibear keeps on waving some stick around and screaming that it’s magic. He and I still aren’t talking after I found my favorite pair of socks missing.

“BMO, I’m telling ya baby, all of this could be ours if we teamed up!” Impossibear yelled out.

“Get out Impossibuns. I don’t need your crazy gas powered stick mumbo jumbo to rule the world. I am a legit freaky fresh vampire now.” BMO replied.

“No waayy baaby.” Impossibear replied. “You just stuck on some plastic fangs for Halloween. But me, I got the reeeaal deeaal baby. I got this stick.” Impossibear waved his stick in BMO’s face. “AND IT’S GAASS POOWERED BAABY!”

BMO rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “Yeah right Impossibear. That is just some silly twig you use to keep raccoons from rummaging through your sock pile that you ‘hid’ out behind Thaddeus’s house.”

Impossibear’s face froze at that. His head moved back and an uncomfortable look of masked disbelief covered his face.

“Yeah okay. That’s totally not my pile of socks. I don’t even like socks.”

Impossibear is surprisingly not a very good liar.

“Listen, BMO, I’ll prove it to you that my stick is magic.” Impossibear begged.

“Yeah, okay Impossifluffs. But hurry it up, you are scaring away all of my meals by acting weird.” BMO replied.

“Alright baby. Get prepared to be amazzled!” Impossibear yelled. He took a deep breath, and began to wave his wand.

Impossibear then proceeded to jump off of the ledge that he and BMO were sitting on. He screamed ‘MAGIC’ the whole way down to the ground, a big impossigrin planted on his impossiface.

“You see that crazy falling magic BMO! I couldn’t have done it without the gas powered stick!” Impossibear yelled out. It was hard to see, but it kinda looked like he had a bruised butt.

“That is not magic Impossifluffs. Anyone can fall down.”

“Oh yeaah baby! Well how about I show you something else that’s super duper magicky!” Impossibear replied.

He got up to move to a new locale. I couldn’t help but notice a pronounced limp as he and BMO walked down the street.

“Ka-Blam! Magic. I made that goofy black statue thing appear.” Impossibear said.

“You did not make that statue.” BMO replied in a flat tone.

“No, no. I … uh … I mean I made a statue somewhere else appear, yeah, yeah that sounds right.”

“Whatever. I need to go feed. I will meet up with you nerds later.” BMO said.

So BMO caught up with us a couple of minutes later. There was a tint of red staining his fake white teeth. I would’ve been concerned, except I saw him jugging a tomato juice drink behind a dumpster, so no biggie yet I guessed.

“Listen, listen BMO you gotta check this out!” Impossibear yelled excitedly when he spotted his square like companion.

“What is it Impossifluffs?” BMO asked.

“I DID IT!” Impossibear yelled. “I magicked the cronk out of this statue.”

“Wow, that is crazy Impossifluffs!” BMO replied. “Maybe your gas powered stick really is wicky wacky magic.”

“It totes is.” Impossibear replied.

“Maybe I can let you in on my plan to enshroud the world in shadow and built a throne of darkness.”

Impossibear’s eyes lit up at that. I wanted to ruin the moment and point out that the statue had been built years ago, but Impossibear was so excited to be part of BMO’s plans that I couldn’t ruin it for him.

“But first, Impossifluffs, you need to show me your magic one more time.”

I could practically feel the shock and anxiety just from looking at Impossibear’s stunned face. Impossisweat pooled on his brow.

“N-n-no problem, baby.” Impossibear said, nervous.

“Okay, uh okay, if you just make a big pile of leaves over there.” Impossibear said.

He was directing BMO and I from up high on a pine tree. His ‘gas powered’ stick wavered in his paws. Impossibear was sweating bullets. Maybe after he failed to bamboozle BMO again, he’d tell me where he hid my socks.

After we piled the leaves up high, Impossibear scampered down to be next to BMO.

“Okay, okay.” Impossibear said. “Now I’m going to wave my stick, and the pile of leaves will disappear … hopefully.” Impossibear whispered that last part to himself.

“Okay.” BMO replied.

I held my breath as Impossibear brought his gas powered stick to bear. The stick sliced through the air and Impossibear closed his eyes. I could see him willing the pile of leaves to scatter with all of his might.

In amazement, I watched as the pile of leaves scattered behind BMO and Impossibear. All three of us sat there in stunned silence. Even Impossibear hadn’t expected that to happen.

“Aaaaww yeeaaahh BABY!” Impossibear shouted out in cheer.

BMO walked over, and gave Impossibear a pat. “I am proud of you Impossifluffs.”

I watched the two converse and celebrate. I was still in disbelief. Was it really magic? Just then another gust of wind ruffled my hair and I came to my sense. Of course, it was just the wind. It had to be.

After Impossibear’s miraculous act of magic, he and BMO toured the city of Ann Arbor. BMO and Impossibear began to make shifty plans for taking over the country.

At first, I was a little bit worried for the safety of us all, but then I overheard their plans. Really, they didn’t want to change much of anything, besides building a massive sock garden for Impossibear, and something that BMO called the ‘Institute for Higher Learning and Researching Ways to Annoy and Torture Thaddeus’.

When I asked what that was, he just said it was a concept album he was thinking of making for his new band, ‘BMO and Impossibear Send the World Into a Thousand Years of Darkness’.

I’m going to choose to just ignore that and not worry about it.

Bonus pic of some dingus sneaking up on BMO and Impossibuns: