Happy Memorial Day, Super-folders! I know that’s not until Monday, but it’s the weekend, so it still constitutes for celebration. Also, I have some bad news. Something really bad happened to SF Artoo, and he can’t type anymore. I know what it is, but most of the details are on Land-agami and Artoo-Gami, so if you wanna know, go to those blogs.

Anyway, back to Memorial Day. I have a Memorial Day CONTEST! πŸ˜€ Β Here’s the deal: Since Memorial Day is an American holiday (no duh!), write a comment on this post that has a story about your favorite president (if you don’t think that’s American, then you better start hitting the books…) meeting MY Fortune Wookiee!

The deadline is Monday at 5:00 PM Central Time, and the entries will be judged by me and my Fortune Wookiee. The best story gets to be a contributor! πŸ˜€ And yes, I know there’s already a contest going on. Peace Out! πŸ˜€

-SWF Max

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About Gravity Falls Fan Max

I'm a Ravenclaw, a Whovian (a fan of Doctor Who), a Graviteer (a fan of Gravity Falls), a Star Wars fan, a LEGO fan, a Minecrafter, a nerd, a Futurama fan, and a fan of The Simpsons.

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  1. @ndrew says:

    It was the year 1942. A sleek, black, and powerful jet landed gracefully on the rocky gravel of the Denver Airport. The jet hummed to a stop, and a door opened, with a red carpet rolled out smoothly. President Franklin D. Roosevelt rolled his wheelchair steadily out of the plane. He took a puff out of his pipe, which was covered in ash and soot.
    “Where is the 11 year old youngster that promised will be here at 11:00 p.m.? asked Roosevelt to his attendant. That youngster said he could help us, the United States, defeat Nazi Germany and the Empire of Japan.”
    Just then, hunky machine with windpipes bright lights of some sort appeared on the airport, puffing gray smoke out of it’s windpipes..
    “I think that’s him, sir.” coughed the attendant as he struggled to wave away the smoke.
    As the dark figure walked out, Franklin D. Roosevelt’s guards loaded and raised their guns. Roosevelt’s attendant motioned them to lay down their arms. As the figure strode out of the smoke, Roosevelt could see that the figure was a boy, with a neatly made Fortune Wookiee that was in his hand.
    Franklin took a deep breath. “Hello, I am the president of the US, Franklin Roosevelt. I assume that I should find out how to defeat Hitler and Hirohito by asking my fortune to that?” He gestured at the Fortune Wookiee.
    The boy brightened. “Yes sir. First you must choose one of these. Right eye, left eye, bandoiler, or plain.”
    Roosevelt’s attendant glanced skeptically at the boy.
    “Are you sure this isn’t some German spy, sir?’ he asked Roosevelt.
    “Nonsense!” said Roosevelt. “Say that again, and you’ll be fired. Bandoiler.”
    “Okay sir, now pick one of these-3, 4, 7, or 8.” said the boy.
    Roosevelt answered in a cracked voice. “8.”
    The boy opened the 8 slot on the Fortune Wookiee. The boy read, “Wuuurrrghghgh, gergrrghh. Wrrrghg, jagrrhrgh.”
    Roosevelt’s attendant sneered, “That’s jibberish. Out, the president doesn’t have time for insolent young brats like you.”
    The boy said, “That’s Wookiee language. It translates into-,”
    Roosevelt’s attendant ripped the Fortune Wookiee out of the boy’s hands. “Take this to the trash.” he told one of Roosevelt’s guards.
    Roosevelt snatched the beautiful piece of origami, almost destroyed, out of the guard’s hands. “Enough. You’re fired.” he told the attendant. He turned to one of his guards. “Take that fired guy to the dumpster. He’s being a real Harvey.” He turned to the boy and gave his Fortune Wookiee back. “Now, what does that translate into?”
    The boy spoke. “D-Day, key to defeating Germans. Nuclear bombs will finish Japan.”
    Roosevelt smiled. “Thank you. You will change the course of history forever, I assume.”
    The boy smiled, with a glint in his eye. “It was a real honor.”

  2. Anakin Skywalker says:

    “Mr. Lincoln! Mr. Lincoln!” the young boy shouted outside of the White House gates. He`d been there for an hour. Eventually, a kindly looking secretary walked up to him.
    “I`m sorry, but the president is very busy,” the secretary smiled.
    “Please?” the boy pleaded, “It`ll only take a second!” The secretary saw the hopeful glimmer in the boy`s eyes.
    “Oh, all right. But be fast,” she relented.
    When the boy saw Abraham Lincoln, he suddenly felt very shy. “Excuse me, sir. I know you`re very busy, but the Fortune Wookiee would like to give you your fortune,” he stuttered.
    “And what is this ‘Fortune Wookiee’?” the president asked. The boy blushed, and pulled a delicately folded piece of origami out of his pocket.
    “Pick right eye, left eye, bandolier or plain,” The boy said.
    The president thought for a moment before replying, “plain.”
    “Okay. Next pick 1, 2, 5, or 7.”
    “5.’
    The boy opened the slot on the 5. “The Fortube Wookiee says, ‘Arrrrghhh’ which means don`t go to the play tommorrow.”
    The president looked confused, then smiled. “Have a nice day, young man,” he said, as the secretary lead the boy out of the White HOuse.
    The next day, Abraham Lincoln was assassinated at the play. “Told you,” The boy whispered, “The Fortune Wookiee is never wrong.”

  3. Minecraftman Tayler says:

    Happy Memorial Day!

  4. ssfirk says:

    Once opon a time,Max and his wookie were walking down the sthisreet when suddenly gorge w. Bush ran up to him and said”son,I need your help finding some terorizeing terorists!”.Max,surprised,said “how can I help Mr.bush.”.bush said”Well I herd That you have a magical fortune teller that can acualy tell the future.”.then Max took out his fortune wookie and said”um,OK,pic one part of his body,right eye,left eye,bandilover,or plain.”.gorge said”I pick-e-o plain”.Max then said”now pick a number.”.gorge said”hurry were running out of time son!seven!”.then the fortune wookie said”wargwrjaer!”.”oh no,there going to blowup the twinke factory,I got to go,thank you! You are a true amarican hero!”.gorge looked away and ran out of site.Max was very confused.why was he on his road?how did he know about his wookie?how did he know the wookie language?just then Max herd his mom say”Maaax!diners ready!”.Max ran into his house,hungry as a horse.

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