Olivia- Check Out This Video

I made this video about my cat Olivia.

Swine Flu

Everyone is going crazy about the swine flu, so I'm going to tell you: It's no big deal!

It is true that some pregnant woman did die from swine flu and maybe some people whose immune systems weren't strong enough, but a lot more people die from the regular flu.

Oh, and another thing, supposedly I had the swine flu. I had flu symptoms only now the flu isn't supposed to be going around. So...

I never even went to the doctor's office and I recovered. Like that. So stop being paranoid. I've said enough.

Chater One Of The Select Four

This is chapter one of The Select Four, that book I was showing you sneak peeks of earlier. 

One:

Gloria Hellborn

       The sun was just beginning to rise. It shone through a broken window of the Hellborn manor, revealing a dismal scene within. Gloria Eleanor Hellborn was lying asleep upon it, her hand outstretched so that it hovered a few inches over the dusty floor. The room looked as though no one had been in it for several hundred years. The only sign that it was currently occupied, besides the sleeping girl, was a path, to the bed, that was dustless from the many times Gloria had trudged there after a day of hard work.

For work was hard at the Hellborn household. What else would it be, with 64 children eating their parents out of house and home? That’s 66 mouths to feed. 66 bedrooms to clean, not including the rest of the rooms in the house. Although most of Eloise and Edwin Hellborn’s children were old enough to have a job and move out, none of them did. Why work for your money and pay for your food when you could lounge around and be waited on? While Eloise Hellborn worked like mad to pay for the many necessities of raising a family of 66, everyone else in the family did nothing. Well, almost everyone. One out of the 64 children had to help serve, clean, cook, and help the rest of the family. The youngest. Gloria Hellborn.

Gloria had silky, brown hair that might have been beautiful had it not been so matted and dirty. She was rather thin, the resolute of being under-fed and over-worked. Gloria was now wrapped in an extremely filthy bed sheet shivering quietly in the autumn wind, which was blowing through the shattered windowpane. Suddenly, the alarm clock rang and eyelids flickered open to reveal sea-green eyes.

The clock did not quite ring. It actually shouted at Gloria in a nasty-tempered short of voice.

“WAKE UP, YOU PESKY BIT OF FILTH!” cried the clock. “WAKE UP AND GET TO WORK! IS THAT THE ONLY THING SCUM LIKE YOU IS GOOD FOR? GET UP! GET UP! IF YOU DON’T GET UP RIGHT NOW I WILL KILL YOU! GET UP RIGHT NOW! NOW I SAY! YOU HORRIBLE LITTLE BIT OF DIRT BETTER—OR I’LL—ARRRRRRRRRRGH!”

Gloria had smacked a limp hand against a button on the alarm clock causing, which belonged to Edwin Albert Hellborn. He had recorded his voice onto a disk and put it into the player so that instead of beeping, it shouted at Gloria every morning.

Now, as you may know, there is no worse way to wake up in the morning than being shouted at. And Gloria didn’t like it, either. She grumbled and trudged out of bed and I to the hall, which was long and seemed endless. Gloria passed all 66 bedrooms and arrived at the end. There, there was a plain, wooden, door.

Gloria walked through it and passed the sitting room, the dining room, and a second hall that led to the bathroom, attic, basement, and living room, and entered the kitchen. Although no one else was yet up, cooking breakfast took several hours in the Hellborn household. It was time to get to work.

Gloria’s day went normally until 1:34 P.M. After making breakfast, she cleaned the bathroom, attic, basement, sitting room, living room, kitchen and hall. Then the rest of the family woke up and Gloria served them breakfast. It was then time for Gloria to pack 15 lunches for the siblings that still went to school to eat at school and her mother to eat at work.

Eloise Hellborn was a thin, vulture-like woman with charcoal black hair. She was a secretary for a company that made gelatin. She knew the owner, Mr. MacNead, and was paid much more than other secretaries. How else could she earn enough to feed all of the kids?

After Eloise and the 14 other children left the house, all of the children still remaining in the house sulked of to their rooms, leaving Gloria and her father, Edwin, alone in the dining room.

Edwin Hellborn was a rather beefy man. He was fat, red-faced, and had a violent temper. Some might call him lazy to, as he didn’t work, watched television, and bossed around Gloria all day while his wife earned 3nough to raise the family. Gloria just called him father. That was all she had the right to call him.

The day proceeded as usual. Edwin forced Gloria to clean the cat boxes, prepare him and her siblings who were still in the house a gourmet lunch, clean the many bedrooms, except, of course, for her own, and do a great many of other of household chores. Then, at 1:00, her siblings and her mother returned home.

“I did wonderfully at work today, darling.” exclaimed Mrs. Hellborn to Mr. Hellborn while hurriedly shuffling into the musty manor. “You won’t believe this, but MacNead tripled my salary! You know how much I was getting paid! Can you imagine! For the first time, this family will have extra money!”

In celebration of Mrs. Hellborn’s new salary, the entire family went shopping. Winter was on its way, so they all were all wrapped in so many coats, scarves, and hats that they were barely recognizable as themselves. Soon, the family arrived at Main Street. Here, at line of little shops, a bunch of pedestrians were doing tier Christmas shopping. And here, as the children crowded around a candy shop window, something unusual happened to Gloria. She found a five- dollar bill.

Gloria was the youngest in her family. By the time she was born, her parents had had enough of children to last them a lifetime. So Gloria had always been abused and mistreated.

Never, in her life had she been given pocket money. She had never been given a toy or a book. All Gloria had ever known was chores, chores, chores. A world of possibilities opened up to Gloria. What would she buy, now that she had money?

“MOM! LOOK AT WHAT GLORIA HAS!”

Gloria was interrupted from her thoughts by a shout. It was her brother, Markus Hellborn. He was 13 and the second youngest, after Gloria. And so Gloria was forced to watch, with pleading eyes, as her mother pulled the bill from her grip. She would never spend it now.

Later that night, Markus cornered Gloria in the hallway.

“Ha!” he cackled rudely, “I bet you wanted to spend that money. Well, you’ll never spend it now. Hey, look!”

He held up a five-dollar bill for inspection. “Mom let me keep it because I noticed you with it. You know if you want something take, this.” He said thoughtfully, jamming a hardcover, leather-bond book into her chest. “My teacher gave it to me, but it’s blank. Don’t ask me what you would do with such a thing—write!” He obviously thought it was useless, because he smiled carelessly and, stroking his bill, strolled away.

Edwin became rather giddy over the next few weeks. He left often to visit various pubs and bars. He drank a glass of wine at every meal. He was known to laugh and giggle at inappropriate times. Edwin became harsh to everyone in the family, not just Gloria. And one day…

“I’m going to Peru!”

“WHAT?”

The Hellborn family was having supper. Edwin had been on his fifth serving of wine when he had suddenly exclaimed that he was going to Peru.

“What?” repeated Eloise Hellborn, “What?”

“I’m going to Peru.” Edwin said again.

“There’s no way we can afford for you to go to Peru. I’m sorry, but it’s never going to happen.”

“BUT, I WANT TO GO TO PERU! NOW!”

“What would you even do in Peru? Drink more wine or champagne? Beer or brandy? Come on, we can’t afford it! We’re barely making enough to support this family as it is! Money doesn’t grow on trees, you know. Do you know who has to work for it? That’s right. I DO!”

But, in the end, Eloise agreed and the entire family, with the obvious exception of Gloria, was planned to go to Peru the following week.

Gloria met her babysitter the following day. He was a rather old, rabbit-like man with lopsided, wire-rimmed spectacles.

“P-pleasure to m-m-meet y-you, madam.” He stammered clutching Mrs. Hellborn’s hand firmly. “Ahh, and t-this is the l-l-lovely……”

“Gloria.” said Gloria “My name is Gloria.”

“Ahh, G-goria.”

“It’s Gloria. Just like glory only with an “ah” at the end.”

“G-gloria. I’ll c-chew on it.”

The next Sunday, the babysitter, whose name was Mr. MacBeth, showed up early. Edwin and Eloise left Gloria as soon as he arrived. Surprisingly, Gloria was not that upset. You see, she was usually forced to do work ceaselessly all day. This week, she could finally have free time to whatever she wanted.

Gloria started to her room and thought. What would she do with free time now that she had it?

Gloria thought. And thought. She wasn’t used to having time to spare. She gazed around at her pitiful room. There was nothing around her to entertain her. Well, almost nothing.

And then, Gloria’s eyes fell upon something sticking out from beneath her bed. Gloria picked it up. It was the book Markus had given her a few weeks before. Markus’ words rang in her ears. ‘Don’t ask me what you would do with such a thing—write!’ Write. She would write.

‘Dear Diary, My life is simply horrible. Markus and my parents seem to work to gether to make my life miserable. Fortunately ,today is my lucky day! My father, like so many before he, has given himself up to drink. Through I surely should be worried about this, I see no reason to fret like my mother. In his drunken state, my father has gone quite mad. Only a week ago, during dinner, he had a sudden urge to go to Peru. My mother made plans for the entire family, with the exception of me, of course, to visit Peru this week. So, I’m here alone, except for my rather nervous, rabbit-like babysitter, Mr. MacBeth. Since I don’t have a single toy, book, or any other enjoyable way to pass one’s tme, I’m writing in this book this weekend. I…’

The book went on this way for quite a while. The only thing that finally caused Gloria to stop writing was when Mr. MacBeth yelled the stairs, “L-lights out in t-t-ten minutes!” 

The following week was the most enjoyable time Gloria had had in a very long while. She got up early each morning and stayed up as long as the babysitter allowed, leaving her room only for the bathroom and for meals. But she knew it couldn’t last.

‘Dear Diary, I am enjoying my freedom.’

‘Dear Diary, Only four days free of my parents left.’

‘Dear Diary, I fear my freedom is drawing to an end.’

‘Diary, Tomorrow will be the last day I will write!

‘Goodbye, Diary, this is my last entry!’

And then, as soon as those words were on the paper, as soon as she told the book it was her last entry, something incredible happened. Something impossible. Yet…

As though a magical hand was flying across the page, words were appearing across the parchment.

‘You know, it doesn’t have to go back to being that way.’

Gloria stared at the words.

‘Books do not write on their own!’ she told herself.

Gloria closed her eyes. ‘I was imagining things. When I look again those words will be gone.’

Gloria opened her eyes again and stared. She had been right. There was nothing there.

Gloria took a deep breath. She had to be sure. Glancing down at the parchment, she wrote, right where the words had just appeared.

‘Who are you?’

Gloria eyed the patch of parchment directly below her own words. And then…

‘I am a figment of your imagination.’

‘See.’ Gloria told herself. ‘Even the book agrees with me. Oh my God! Even the book agrees with me! I must be insane!’

Gloria watched as the book’s latest message faded into the pages of the journal, this time replaced with a fresh note.

‘Come with me and you will never have to encounter your good-for-nothing father and nasty vulture of a mother again.’

Taking a deep breath, Gloria jotted a response, hoping against hope that no answer who come.

‘Do you have any thing to tell you me?’

‘Do I have anything to tell you? Of course I do. But not here. Not now.’

‘What do you have to tell me?

‘Come with me. Come… Come…’

Gloria felt herself going in to some sort of trance. It was a dream. There was no other explanation. It was a dream. She was asleep. But, Gloria had only a second to think. Because the next thing she knew, her head lolled onto her shoulder, her vision bleared, and the room began to spin. Something was wrong, something was very wrong. Then, Gloria closed her eyes, fell to the floor, and remembered no more.

Halloween is Over

Halloween is over at last. The trick-or-treating is done. Everyones costume is finished. I haven't posted in such a long time.
I got sick at least twice since I last posted. Once I was in bed until 5 o'clock for a week. I've been so busy with the makeup work.
My parents got me a key made and they both got jobs. Most days I'm home alone for a few hours. I ended up being a zebra for Halloween. I painted a white short with black stripes, wore my old cat ears (now much too small), black pants, and a tail made out of yarn. that was it. It would seem easy, but don't be fooled- it is really quite difficult. I had to paint the short, which was a pain.
I started playing Club Penguin again. My username is silassielda. If you see someone by that name ever, it's me.

That is pretty much all I have to post. Bye.

Halloween

Halloween. It's here. And when Halloween comes every year, a question arrives: What will I be this year? That's what this post is all about. It is a list of Halloween costumes that I have had over the years and my ideas for costumes this year.

Peas in a Pod (8 months)

My first Halloween costume ever. My sister, Eliza also wore this costume for Halloween. All I can remember is that is was very green.

Tiger (1 year)

T-I-Double-GUH-ER. This year I went to Disney World with my parents on Halloween, so I had to be a Disney character.

Cowboy (2-6 years)

When I was little, I loved horses so I was a cowboy every year until Kindergarten. I know, a little repetitive. But hey, I was little. I liked repetition. I also remember that Eliza was a cow one year. Honestly, I can barely remember many of these years. Everything is so fuzzy.

Cat (7 years)

This was my first home-maid costume. I don't remember where I bought the black cat ears and tail, but I can remember going to the girls section at Target to get the black gym outfit that I wore. That's it. This costume was cheap, easy-to-make, and comfortable. I can also remember losing in a limbo contest in first grade because my tail hit the beam.

Mouse (8 years)

My first group costume. Eliza was Cinderella, I was a mouse, and Dahlia, my littlest sister, was a pumpkin. I remember, years later, my mother putting my mouse ears on a goat when I was in a 4-H Goat Club. I will post more information on the 4-H Goat Club later.

Native American ( 9 years)

Native American. Don't call them Indians. My mother repeatedly told me not to call them Indians. Show them respect. Call them Native Americans. I purchased this costume on eBay.

King (10 years)

It was really fun to be a King and the costume was really simple to. I had a red cape, a bejeweled, crown, and a kingly collar made up this costume. The collar was really part of a dalmatian costume my sister worn a few years previously.

Wizard (11 years)

By far my simplest costume ever. A wizard hat. A graduation gown. That's it.

Now for my ideas for this year. I have two -- I will either be Poseidon, God of the Sea, or a hummingbird. But which one. I found some neat costume ideas for both online. So which one would be better? Poseidon or a hummingbird? I'm torn. Of course, if I could convince my sisters to be Greek gods, Poseidon would be the way to go. But they want to be an angel and a butterfly, so...


I'll think about it. And while I'm decideing, please vote on the poll in the corner. Happy Halloween!

I'm Bored

I don't know what to post about, so I am going to link you to my online math homework tonight. Yes, it's a test, but it's not graded. Click here if you would like to take it. I'm bored. If I think of anything to do, I'll post again.

French vs. Spanish

French. Spanish. Which one is better? I have foreign language this year at school and I choose French as the language I will learn to speak. I think that French is the best language that I have an opportunity to speak this year. However, many people argue that Spanish is the best. So which one is the best language to speak? I'll admit that, in the US, more people speak Spanish than French. But, according to my French teacher, more people speak French worldwide. So what is the best language to speak, Spanish, French, or (Ugh) German? For some reason, not many people seem to argue that German is the best. I wouldn't know if I like German or not. Whenever I hear think of it, I remember my horrible experience in German, last year. It was the year when the fifth graders got to try each language for a six-week period, to see which one best suited them. I only saw my German teacher for two lessons and learned nothing from her. She spent those days getting acquainted with us. And on the third day, she got sick. Very sick. I don't know what happened to her, but apparently she had open heart surgery preformed on her. To this day, I don't know what became of my German teacher.

The rest of the six weeks in German were spent with a substitute who didn't speak German. So I don't have a much of opinion of German. I did, however take Spanish. I just don't like it. I can't roll my Rs or really understand much of it. French is much easier for me and I get a better grade in it to. So how about you? What is your favorite language?

My Personality

I took a poll online. What follows are my results.

Neuroticism	99
Extraversion	44
Openness to Experience	82
Agreeableness	55
Conscientiousness	70

You are not generally self conscious about yourself, however you experience panic, confusion, and helplessness when under pressure or stress. You tend to feel overwhelmed by, and therefore actively avoid, large crowds. You often need privacy and time for yourself. Generally you are not considered to be an emotional person, however you are aware of and in touch with your emotions. You are tenderhearted and compassionate, feeling the pain of others vicariously and are easily moved to pity, however you feel superior to those around you and sometimes tend to be seen as arrogant by other people. You strive hard to achieve excellence. Your drive to be recognized as successful keeps you on track toward your lofty goals. You often have a strong sense of direction in life, but may sometimes be too single-minded and obsessed with your work.

To find out your personality, take the free poll.

Sneak Peek #1

As you know, I love to write. What follows is the prologue of my current story, The Select Four. It is

scheduled to have sixteen chapters, an epilogue, and a prologue. Here is the table of contents.

Prologue

The Contest . 4

One

Gloria Hellborn . 7

Two

Message from the Hummerbugs . 15

Three

Willow and Elijah . ?

Four

The Disastrous Dinner Party . ?

Five

A Little Angel Down on Earth . ?

Six

The Promise . ?

Seven

The Wedding . ?

Eight

Gloria and Benjamin

Nine

On the Metal Beam . ?

Ten

Gloria in a Pool . ?

Eleven

Lessons . ?

Twelve

The Pointless Spell . ?

Thirteen

The Wrath of Mort Mal . ?

Fourteen

The After Supper Program . ?

Fifteen

The Hair-Clip of Life . ?

Sixteen

Back on the Air . ?

Epilogue

Whatever Happened To… . ?

Anyway, here is the sneak peek.

Epilogue:

The Contest

The day was January the first. Four people, all wrapped in cloaks, were positioned around a black, metal box. Many anxious parents were in a long line, stretching at least a mile away from the box. They were all clutching an infant in one hand and a writing utensil in the other. Every eye in that line was fixed on a sign that read:

Drawing!

A trillion Dollars will Be Given to Five lucky families! One lucky family will also receive a extra special Prize As Long as your family has had a new child added to it in the last Year, Simply line up and fill out the designated form! Put the form in the small, Black box! Bring your own writing utensil, as they will not be provided!

These parents were all anxiously awaiting their chance to arrive at the front of the line and earn a change at the prize. A trillion dollars did sound nice, but what about the special prize that only one family would get? After the first add for this contest in Le Mot Quotidien, the local newspaper, the entire city was asking themselves a question. What was the special prize? Families that had had new children born to them in the past year all crowded in the endless line, awaiting the time when they would fill out the form.

The day wore on. The sound of babies crying filled the air, ringing in the ears of those parents who had already entered the contest. An odd assortment of parents appeared, each hoping for a wonderful reward. A horribly fat man who was red in the face and had a curly moustache muttered something about this being “the only good thing that came from the damn little brat!” An extremely pretty woman with silvery-blonde hair danced gracefully over to the box skillfully holding two identical twins and dropping two forms into the box.

Around dusk, although the line had not seemed to shorten, a short, plump, merry-faced man who was wearing a tweed jacket and green, plaid trousers lowered his turquoise cloak from over his head and withdrew a bull-horn from some in it’s depths.

“I’m so sorry, good friends!” he announced to the crowd in a giddy voice, “We have enough entrants for the contest. I ask you all to go home!”

There was a great deal of protest at his words.

“We’ve been waiting hear all day!” shouted a lady who was next in line.

“I’m sorry, but we’re done!” said another of the four hooded figures. This time a girl was talking from beneath a blood-red hood. Her voice was high, cold, and crackly. The woman attempted to strangle her.

When, finally, the last of the angry parents were driven away, conversation began among the four hooded figures.

“Well, we’ve finally done it,” said a strict voice from under a bright blue cloak. “All we have to do is wait for eleven years.”

The fourth figure in a black cloak out- stretched a pale hand, which clutched a gold key. The figure turned the key in a keyhole in the metal box. Names for each of the rewards were chosen. The “extra-special” reward (which turned out to be a lifetime supply of potato chips), as well as the trillion dollars, were given to the winners. Soon, all of the parents who hadn’t won a prize forgot about the contest. For who would suspect that, eleven years later, it would change four children’s lives forever.

Grades 3-6

You see, today was the first day of school for me. I've finally moved on from Elementary School classes to Middle School classes. Although I've been in Middle School for a year, I've been in fifth grade, which is still very much like Elementary School. Today I really started switching classes on my own and being in charge of arriving to my classes on time. I really like all of my teachers, except for my gym teachers. They are the classic idea of what a gym teacher is: sweaty, red-faced, men who shout at everyone in the class stuff like: "Drop and give me twenty!"

I also have to get changed this year. In the boys locker room. With a very immature group of boys. I have an all-boy class in gym this year which really stinks. I am not a fan of always being the worst player of basketball, football, soccer, tennis, and pretty much every sport that one plays in PE. I'm just not an athlete. I am very gifted in every other area of school, but sports are just not my thing.

Today my sister also started school. She is entering the third grade and got the "mean" teacher that nobody wants to get, Mrs. Fensch. I know what you're thinking: what a fowl-like name. She has been teaching since I was in third grade and is relatively young. But when my sister came home and told me the teacher who her best friend has, it is amazing how much the school has changed since I was in third grade. The teacher my sister's friend has wasn't a teacher when I was in first grade. Then, when I got to second grade, this teacher replaced my teacher, who retired that year. That teacher remained that way until I graduated Elementary School. Then, during fifth grade she moved to second grade. This she is a third grade teacher. It is amazing how much a school can change over time.

This is Why You're Fat

OK, so I found this amazing new site on the web which is so disgusting that I love it. Look at these pictures and see if you can guess what it is.

Could you guess? Well, if you guessed a site who's entire purpose is to list the recipes of tremendously fatty and their recipes you guessed right. Anyway, the site's address is thisiswhyyourefat.com. Check it out. Prepare to be disgusted.

Poptropican Pictures

Some of you may be wondering what I look like on Poptropica. Here are two of my many avatars.

Phineas and Ferb

I am not a big fan of too many shows on Disney Channel and Disney XD. I am not a fan of to many shows period. But, one of my favorite shows of all time is Phineas and Ferb.

Every episode of Phineas and Ferb has pretty much the same layout. Each episode is a day of summer vacation. In the beginning of every episode, the stepbrothers, Phineas and Ferb build a crazy contraption. Candace, Phineas' sister, is always trying to tell her mother who is always away, shopping or playing cards or something else like that. Meanwhile, Perry, their pet platypus, who is really a secret agent in disguise as a mindless, domestic animal, battles the evil Dr. Dofensmirtz (I think that's how his name is spelled). It is this part of Phineas and Ferb that makes it a winner. Dr. Dofensmirtz has extremely outlandish schemes. Anyway, Perry almost always defeats Dofensmirtz and gets rid of the creation that Phineas and Ferb built, just as Candace gets her mother to come home. Anyway, the show is full to the brim of jokes. It is really a masterpiece. Don't believe me. Watch this episode to see what I mean.

Poptropica Cheat Codes

Here are some cheat codes for Poptropica.

Randomize your character: [Ctrl] + [Shift] + R
Pumpkin mask: [Ctrl] + [Shift] + P
Change skin color: [Ctrl] + [Shift] + S
Change hair color: [Ctrl] + [Shift] + H
Laugh emote: [Ctrl] + [Shift] + 1
Cry emote: [Ctrl] + [Shift] + 2
Angry emote: [Ctrl] + [Shift] + 3
Jump emote: [Ctrl] + [Shift] + 4

Early Poptropica Island Walkthrough

In an earlier post, I mentioned Poptropica. Watch the video to learn more.

Anyway, there are currently 9 Poptropica islands you can visit. Here is the list:

• Early Poptropica
• Shark Tooth
• Time Tangled
• 24 Carrot
• Super Power
• Spy, Nabooti
• Big Nate
• Astro-Knights

This post doesn't, however, deal with the other islands. This is a walkthrough of the first island ever made, Early Poptropica.

Banner

Map

Here is the complete walkthrough of Early Poptropica Island.

1. Enter your blimp and visit Early Poptropica.
2. Go right and enter Early Poptropica.
3. Go right a little more until you see a well.
4. Click on it to go down.
5. You will land beside a small tan box.
6. Push it over the edge of the board you are on. This will cause it to fall onto a tilting board.
7. Push the board onto the left side of the tilting board. This will cause the board to rise high enough for you to jump onto another board.
8. Climb up the rope, jump onto a board onto another board, and collect the glow stick.
9. Jump down and exit the well.
10. Go back to Main Street and enter the man hole in between the soda pop shop and the pop art museum.
11. Go to the floor of the cavern.
12. Dodge the spider and get the pig in the lower right corner.
13. Dart the spider again and go to the lower left corner.
14. Click go right.
15. Enter the dark room.
16. By the light of the glow stick navigate your way in the maze.
17. Go left until you see a rope. Climb up it.
18. Go right and pass the first rope you see.
19. Go farther right and climb up the next rope.
20. Go left and climb up the first rope you see.
21. Go left until you see a large, golden egg. Collect it.
22. Go as far right as you can and climb up the rope beside the right wall.
23. Go left and climb up the first rope you see.
24. Go as far left as you can and climb up the rope beside the left wall.
25. Go right and climb up the first rope you see.
26. You are now in Poptropica Towers.
27. Right above your head there is a clothesline. Jump on it.
28. The clothes line will bounce you onto a window ledge.
29. Jump up all of the window ledges and get to the top of the green tower.
30. Jump from the top of the green tower to the top of the red tower.
31. Jump from the red tower onto a statue's head.
32. Jump from the statue's head to the red tower.
33. Jump to the top of the blue tower and climb up the vine.
34. Run right and click on the purple giant's foot.
35. If you have the golden egg, he will let you pass.
36. Go right, go over the shovel, past the vine and onto the giant fruit.
37. Jump past the fruit and collect the bucket.
38. Go right and enter the airplane graveyard.
39. Jump onto the propellers, which lift you up onto the top of a plane.
40. Repeat this.
41. Jump of the plane and collect the jet pack.
42. Use the pack to fly over a shovel that is sitting upright under the vine.
43. Go through the exit portal.
44. You will land on the water tower next to the soda pop shop.
45. Collect the flag.
46. Return to Early Poptropica and give these items to the Early Poptropicans that asked for them.
47. Go to the dock, enter the ship, and click on the Early Poptropican you see.
48. He will give you your medallion.
49. Congratulations, you've completed Early Poptropica Island.

Harry Potter Movie Deleted Scenes

In an earlier post I mentioned Harry Potter. Here are some deleted scenes from the first movie, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. Enjoy!