Archive for tag: Ancestors


THEY WANT TO EAT US!!!!

If you hadn’t already heard, we’re all pretty sure the Lost Tribe wants to eat us. I should have known. You can take me to the other end of the world and I’m still irresistible. Being irresistible is one thing, but being eaten for dinner was definitely not what I had in mind when I came on this. Crispy is sitting in a hut somewhere, rocking back and forth (And regularly slapping himself! I can hear it from here.) Red is trying to talk his way out of it with a tribe who don’t speak the language. His gift of the gab just stopped working! Even Yellow thinks we are doomed! And Blue is still trying to find a mirror! (I’m not telling him where I’ve put mine…)

So, to put it in simple English terms, THIS. IS. A. DISASTER!


HELLLPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!

They’re cannibals!!!! I just met my dear old Great Uncle Yellow! He was hanging from a tree, all shrunken. They shrunk his head, which is his body. OMG, the Lost Tribe of M&M’s® are cannibals! They want to eat us! This is soooo scary! (Although, it’s nice to know we’re still irresistible.) Ahhhhhhhh!


They have their eyes on my Nut

Yellow _stare

They keep looking at me funny. It must be their custom. The big Yellow one seems slower. I like him. Anyway, it’s nice to finally meet them all. I never knew there were so many. I think they’re my cousins. The yellow ones seem to have some sort of unspoken connection with me. Red said that we have one brain between us. That’s nice. 

Yellow.


They could really use a vac round here!

Hey Sports fans,

Now I don’t want to be rude about our hosts, but these people are absolutely, well, TRIBAL! To be honest, I think they could spend a little more time cleaning their huts. And their food! Miss Green went a little greener just looking at her dinner! Really, I imagined a better class of M&M. I’m going to call my agent to complain. Will let you know how I go.

Campfloor

Blue.


PALEEEEESE!

Hey my boys ‘n’ gals...

These strange little tribal guys might be Yellow’s tribal ancestors, but I’m pretty sure they aren’t mine! And there I was thinking that it would be somehow liberating to get back to nature with my people. Not happening here folks, no, no, no noooo!

These tribal guys might know about war paint and spears, but I’m with Red, they sure don’t know about manners. And they could learn a thing or two about respect as well! Really, after a long trip, the least I expect is a complimentary aperitif and turn down service.

This guy keeeeeeeeeps staring at my shell! Hmpff! RUDE!

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<3,
A not-so-happy Green.


Do They Know Who I AM?

Hey Friends,

So it turns out our ancestors, the ones Yellow’s been looking for, tied us up! At first I thought it was maybe because of my room service bill, but then I realised there wasn’t even a mini-fridge in my hut. I think it was all just a misunderstanding...


My Tribal Family, Here We Come!

I have my Great Uncle Yellow’s map, an airfare and a bunch of good friends. We’re off to meet our ancestors, the M&M’S® Lost Tribe!

We’re on our way to the airport, to fly to the Big Apple, because that’s where Great Uncle Methusius Yellow started his search for the M&M’S® Lost Tribe. From there, we will try and retrace his footsteps to find the Lost Island! It’s soooo exciting.

Crispy’s a little nervous. I had to put him in my backpack. Red is singing ‘Leaving on a jetplane’. Blue is texting his agent, Marty. Miss Green is doing her imaginary hair because she says she always likes to look good for ‘her’ people at the departure lounge.

We’re finally going in search of the M&M’S® Lost Tribe. Yippeeee.


Sometimes, Yellow M&M’S stupidity pays off!

Ah life’s great ain’t it?

When Yellow M&M’S® found out he had some explorer great uncle, I thought, who cares! But now the big Yellow lug is taking us all to meet this mythical tribe of Lost M&M’S®. (He actually believes they exist. As if. Ha!)

Anyway, he’s taking us to New York City to help him re-trace the steps of his great uncle...