Kirby Krackle

Oh my yes. A huge spoiler and a huge little hint to the Avengers movie.

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If it's one thing I like, it's gimmicks. And I've grown to love these guys.

I also used to be, mainly back in the late 90s. I was a proud owner of every Smackdown game up to a point. I nearly crapped my pants at the return of DX and the real Undertaker. Those are the few highlights I can think of lately. So much of the writing nowadays is just... lousy. I try and try but now that Shawn Micheals is retired, I don't have much of a reason to watch anymore. I'd love to have other reasons though.

I now fear for shark jumping. This makes me sad.

Well played.

Welcome aboard! And I like "ladygirl", in that there is no masculine of that phrase that doesn't sound creepy.

Just out of curiosity, who else hadth seen this? Who else enjoyed it as much as I did? Which was a lot, by the way.

No words? Cool, then.

I updated things to read that Krackle is his given name, typically assigned to run the snack stand in the cafe. "Kirby" was given to him by the folks at the comic shop. He kept it.

I would like very much to give you a hug, Rannil.

Well shucks.

One the first and third paragraphs of the Character Summary, it breaks off like you accidentally hit the Enter button mid-sentence.

This was originally typed out in Notepad, a program I seldom use. If you know where I can change margins, I'll love you forever.

This character seems well thought out. However, I'm not sure how he got his name. Kirby doesn't seem like a pony name It also doesn't seem like something that a cook and an...uh...account-type pony? would name their child. Perhaps if you explained it a bit?

Many thanks for the compliment. Having his name make sense was a real noodle scratcher until I remembered that it's really "Pinkamina Diane" and not "Pinkie". Nicknames fly in canon, apparently. I hope it fits now.

As a personal opinion, I think that the third speech bubble on that page would fit better. Just seems more comic-y to me.

I see it! Reminds me of all the old Adam West Batmans. What are the rules of onomatopoeia (Thank you Firefox spell check) or words in general stamped on a flank?

Anyone else really start liking Pinkie Pie after this episode? I mean, I liked her before. But now she's like my favorite character now.

Same here <3

It's a close tie between her and Dashie for me. This episode did wonders for me.

Wow. That made me actually want to watch Hot Fuzz!

...where in the midwest? I have relatives out there.

We are the Borg. You will be befriended. Resistance is futile.

Welcome aboard! So, why is the pigeon killing people?

I admit, I was a fan when I was much younger but nowadays, that film tends to leave me cold.

...

Damn it, now I'm making bad ice puns. Way to go.

I was thinking about this episode again today. It makes me wonder about how quickly she suspected and how quickly she forgave. Sure, it's a half hour kids show but... let's face it. It's Pinkie Pie. I think she's bipolar.

You watched Batman and Robin? And you're still alive? Wow, stern stuff.

Anywho, welcome!

Y'know. Good point. Revision coming.

Edit: Bam.

Also, I can't believe I just did that.

[ Pony Related Character ]

Name:"Kirby" Krackle

Gender: Male

Age: Colt

Species: Unicorn

Pelt Color: #336699

Mane/Tail Color & Style:Black and (Pinkie Pie level) curly.

Eye Color:#33FF00

Cutie Mark:

Physique:Not the best of shape. Painfully average.

Residence:On the road to Ponyville

Occupation:None yet. Former fry cook.

Motivation: To one day make the comic books he holds so dear to his heart. To one day make peace with his family. But first, to figure out which one of those is the right decision.

Likes: Rainy days, since it meant less traffic in the restaurant. Spicy food. Chickens. Rats. Mopping. Good manners. Especially colorful sunsets. Holding open doors for ponies. Third wave ska music. The following comic books: Trojan, Black Beauty, The Wonderbolts, The New Adventures of Boxer and Clover. A good sense of humor.

Dislikes: Talking about his family. Bad manners. Picky eaters. Bitter food, especially coffee. Mornings. Cracking eggs, though he's better with practice. Tempering eggs, since he's worse with practice. Bright lights. The question "Are you open"?

Character Summary:

Krackle is angry.

He's angry at his father, Sunnyside and the diner he owns in downtown Manehattan, the Rotten Egg. But at first, he wasn't. In fact, he loved his old man and the 24 hour eatery. He especially loved helping out in the kitchen to prepare signature dishes, keeping the

place tidy despite late night rushes and saying hello to the chickens as he helped with deliveries to and from Ponyville. Nothing made him happier than knowing he made dad proud. Sure, he wasn't the best pony on staff but boy did he try. He would drop a dish on occasion, but that's not so bad, right? Everybody did. He would find some shell shrapnel in a dish he made but, c'mon, not everybody was like his dad, who could effortlessly go through a gross and a half without blinking. During his worst days, he'd end up being kicked out of the kitchen and assigned to refill the candy stand. It was "what he was best at", he would overhear from his folks sometimes. But still, Krackle tried, every night in the kitchen looking for that perfect crack. But that's not why Krackle is angry at him. He's angry because his father kicked him out.

He's angry at his mother, Croque, for ignoring him. Oh, growing up, he understood. Somepony needed to manage finances. Mom was a real number cruncher and he was always amazed at how easily huge figures could go through her head. It amazed him so that Krackle would study extra hard, so he could be just as smart as her. It did poke at him though, that despite every appointment she could remember, the one she so frequently didn't was his birthday. But still, Krackle tried, every morning in the dining hall when there was no pony but the graveyard shifters, his nose in the books, learning all that he could until it was back to stacking chocolate. But that's not why Krackle is angry at her. He's angry because she didn't stop dad.

He's angry at his big sister, Frittata, because she was never there. Oh sure, during the winter she would show up with some present and lots of love and rough-housing for her little brother. Heck, she was the only pony he could call a friend. Working around the clock

didn't leave much time for a social life. Around mom and dad though, it was nothing but arguments back and forth because of the young mare's wanderlust. Why make such exotic dishes when soup and a sandwich filled bellies all the same? But so what? His sister was a great cook, really taking after dad. And they would share letters back and forth all the time. He has a little collection of her post cards that she sent from her personal world tour. If only she was there to handle the workload. Or fight for his sake.

He's angry at Manehattan, the city that raised him. It's messy, it's crowded, it's polluted and there are ponies who would just as soon step on your face as look at you. There are plenty of days where he could compare his fellow strap hangers to the folks down in Ponyville. They would say please and thank you. They would hold doors for you and not expect a tip. If you were bumped in the street, they would say excuse me. These kinds especially liked to meet up at the Rotten Egg, where he would have to take their every order. Every last, extra-picky order. He loves Ponyville, which is why he hates Manehattan.

He's angry at his Cutie Mark, appearing one night after a big tip. By pure dumb luck he swears, every egg in the omelet (topped with salsa and sour cream) came out perfectly. The tipper, a regular, was so impressed that he dropped on the table a few extra bits than usual, just for him, he said. Being a good son and a gracious host, he would rather have just put it in the register. But dad insisted. "Take the day off tomorrow and buy yourself something nice", dad said. So off he went, into the big city, wondering where to spend his new found treasure. One store he had never ventured into caught his eye, as it was one of the few other shops in the neighborhood also open twenty four hours. Alternate Realities was it's name. The owner, Longbox, said he sold comic books, something Krackle had never really heard of until today. Upon opening the glossy pages, his flank was no longer blank. Longbox, along with everypony else in the store was thrilled. So much so that Longbox and all his patrons affectionately nicknamed him "Kirby Krackle" so he sounded less like a chocolate bar filled with crispy rice and more like a superhero. His family was not impressed. After all, his father was a cook. So was his father. And his father before him. "Kirby" would beg and plead, trying to show how beautiful and amazing these tales of heroism were. He even asked his folks if, one day, he could make them himself, rather than carry on the Rotten Egg tradition. Which was the night his father kicked him out.

Finally, he's angry at himself. He's angry for not trying harder, for driving his family even further apart, and for actually leaving the only home he ever knew. On the other hoof, those books he devotes so much of himself to are a source of inspiration. The heroes he admires aren't bitter despite tragedy and always try to do the right thing, using all the gifts they have. He would like nothing more than to be like them. So he puts on a big smile, laughs when he can, upholds justice and does his best to remember the good old days. That's what heroes do. And after all, the first thing he learned at register was to suck it up and be friendly. It can make a pony's day.

Notes: Despite his bitterness towards his family, he never shows it, thanks to years of customer service training. In fact, he is always smiling a little, even if forced. He's a little paranoid about what other ponies think of him and works very hard to impress. He's the type to apologize for apologizing so much. He owns a pair of horn rimmed glasses, for reading. He's actually never seen a Wonderbolts performance, despite loving their comic. He's very polite, like he's trying to sell you something. He has a notebook full of fanfictions and little sketches, full of dreams of making his own comics. He shows it to NO pony and has once thrown it out a window, into a fire, into a river, has eaten it, used it to line a birdcage, etc. to protect its precious secrets.

Oh Celestia, I was hoping for one of these threads!

Not many cartoons that I watch are on right now, save a small few. Include all Disney and Pixar films if not otherwise mentioned.

Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes

Young Justice (if I remember)

American Dad (it's suddenly good to me, while Family Guy is becoming stagnant)

Superjail

Metalocaplyse

Futurama

As for older cartoons, the list is wider:

Darkwing Duck

Batman: TAS

Batman Beyond

Superman TAS

Samurai Jack

Animaniacs

Histeria

Tiny Toons

Dexter's Lab

Johnny Bravo

Courage the Cowardly Dog

Powerpuff Girls

Pinky and the Brain

Tom and Jerry

Looney Toons/Merry Melodies/whatever you like to call it. Chuck Jones is brilliant.

Bonkers

Justice League

Teen Titans

Avatar: Last Airbender

Invader Zim

Ren and Stimpy

Fairly Odd Parents

Hey Arnold!

The Simpsons up to a point. There's this invisible line where it stops being funny.

...okay, my memory is tapped. But I was and still am big on cartoons. I miss the old days when an animated series for fifteen would be churned out every year.

Watermelons, when in season, are a major addiction with me. But as bananas don't have a seasonal restriction, and can be cerealed or baked, they win this one out. Lately, I've been getting reacquainted with apples. For many a year when I was little, I would wussy away from apples because the skin bothered me and peeling was a pain. Now I just chomp down like a boss.

Welcome aboard!