George is back, after his last adventure, which has been lost in the bottomless pits of OneDrive.

Long ago, an astronaut team was sent to space to retrieve a foreign artifact possibly from another planet. Not one came back. Halfway past Mars, their antennae was knocked off by an asteroid, losing their signal, and eventually lost in space.

50 years later, year 201X. George is on a quest. A quest for toast, in fact:

"Today's going to be a wonderful day!" Springged George from his bed, walking over to his mirror. "Yup! I'm going to use that toaster or my name's not George Bott!" George saluted to himself in the mirror. Then he proceeded to his closet to get changed. "Hmm. Let's see, green shirt, yellow shirt, red shirt, ah! Here we go, the blue shirts!" George grabbed a blue shirt and got dressed. After he made his way downstairs, he put a breakfast burrito in the toaster. After the toaster went up in flames, he poured orange juice in the coffee maker. As he sat down to eat his bunt burrito and orange coffee, he noticed that something was... off...

"THE TOASTER!!!!" Shouted George as he rushed for the whip cream. "Don't worry, I'll save you!" George sprayed all of the whip cream on the toaster, but it was too late. The toaster was gone. "NO!!!" Persisted George, as he put the ashes into the broken toaster. He seemed to not have noticed the wall that was engulfed in flames. "I'll never forget you..." Sniffed George as he carried it out of the apartment. Just then, the fire hit his stash filled with C4, TNT, and dynamite. The explosion blew up the entire apartment building, and blew away half of the remaining toaster. "Oh, well." Said George as he tossed the ashes into a nearby dumpster. "What was I going to get again? Oh yeah, breakfast! Hey, where did my home go?"

As George wandered down a mysteriously dark alleyway, mistaken for a Walmart, he met a tall, dark figure leaning on a brick wall, hiding in the shadows. "Excuse me, do you work here?" Asked George. The dark figure got up, and walked over to George. He looked taller, and George spotted a long, silver piece in his gloved hand, behind his back.

"What, you think this is a shop?"

"Is this not Walmart?" The figure took a step back, and pulled his fedora over his head, covering his smirk.

"What do you want? Medicine? Candy?"

"OH, CANDY?!" George immediately forgot what he was looking for.

"Sure, just, uh, keep it quiet, and follow me."

George and the masked figure walked further down the alleyway, past a giant sewer drain, where two glowing rats were enjoying a rather disturbing snack, covered in moss. The further they went, the darker the streets got. George looked back to see the bright and colorful street disappear forever. They slowed down when they saw thieves strip a car down to the chassy. After they left, they approached a dark van with paint on the side that looked like a cover on an AC-DC album.

"Alright, just, uh, stay in here and don't make a noise, got it? Help yourself to that, uh, candy."

"Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise."

Near the van, George spotted a "Wanted" poster that looked like the dark masked figure.

"Hey! You're famous!" They masked man chuckled.

"Just get in."

An elderly lady was crossing the street with her walker. Frail, wrinkly, and hunched over like a bridge. With her giant eyeglasses and little pink hat, she was cuter than a baby. When suddenly, the AC-DC van came bursting out of the alleyway, and the grandma was swept away off the street. George was swaying in the back, and decided to taste the weird white powdery pile so called 'candy'. "WoAh!" George said as he fell on the ground. He knew right away that that wasn't candy. It was powdered smarties. "I feel smarter already said George as some smarties went up his nose after they went over a bump. After another bump, George faceplanted into a plastic sack, getting stuck. He mumbled furiously for about a good 5 minutes, then collapsed on the floor of the van. Then he heard a siren. With the bag still on his head, he perked up to the sound of the siren. "It's the ice-cream man!" And went over another bump.

After throwing up in the bag and swallowing it multiple times, his hand found a harpoon gun. "What does this do?" Asked George after it went flying through the roof. The van swerved causing George to bang into the back of the van doors, rolling on the pavement, and surprisingly still holding onto the harpoon gun as he sat up straight. He stared at the van and police cars driving away as the bag flew off his head. Then he barfed in it again.

A few miles later, the sun was setting and George didn't have a home. He came up to a space station. Being homeless, he did what any other homeless man would and made his way into the unmanned spaceship. After a long, regular day, he went to sleep. He woke up to the feeling of the sharp harpoon touching his nose, floating. He looked out the window, and realized he was in space. How long had it been? A day? A week? A month? A year? Possibly a decade? Then he realized it was Thursday. But where was he? George thought hard. He had woken up, made breakfast, and... the toaster! That's what he was after. He stared at the kitchen. "Come on, toaster. You've got to be around here somewhere." Then, he spotted it. A silver piece shining from a drawer. He reached for it, and accidentally opened up the airlock, which was on the other side of the spaceship. As he was gasping for air, he saw a glimpse of the toaster leave the ship before his pants got caught on a high-tech space thing. He was knocked out cold.

He woke up in the space ship, floating. "TOASTER!" He called. He looked around, and saw the airlock wide open. Wait. He thought. How am I alive if I don't have air? He decided it wasn't best to question that and put a spacesuit on. He looked outside the spaceship to see his harpoon, a knife, the toilet, the grandma that they almost ran over, a bag filled with throw-up, radioactive waste, and the toaster, headed straight for a big red planet. "I'M COMING! Shouted George, but yet no one, not even himself, could hear his voice. George pushed through the waste, stepped on the grandma's face, and used her to propel himself to the toaster. "Almost... There..." George brushed the handle of the toaster before it was caught in Mar's atmosphere and started getting pulled closer and closer to Mars. "NO!!!" Screamed George as he frantically doggy-paddled to Mars. As he started getting pulled, he immediately struggled trying to turn around, but it was too late. He was falling towards Mars.

He woke up in a giant crater, most likely his own from when he crashed. His helmet was cracked, but he didn't care about science so he was still alive. Then a dark shadow loomed above him. He looked up to see the spaceship and other objects falling towards him. George stumbled to his feet as he ran for his life. It was at that moment when he tripped. He struggled to get up, and when he did, a giant dust cloud formed. All George could see was dust. But finally, he managed to escape. But there was one problem: where was the toaster?

Just then, George felt something behind him. "Wall-E." Said the small square robot. The robot opened his front and revealed the toaster that George was looking for. "Not now, tiny robot. I need to find my toaster." Said George as he swung around, knocking his harpoon at the small robot's face, sending him off a cliff. He was lost. And better yet, he was alone. Alone without his beloved toaster. He sat down to think. What should I do next? Everything I do I just mess it up. I need to think like a real person. Then he remembered a wise voice from somewhere. "George, in order to get your toaster, you need to be-" And then George forgot. George sat there with his legs spread out, in his cracked spacesuit. "Yup! I'm going to use that toaster or my name's not George Bott!" He remembered. Then, using that knowledge, he jumped off the cliff. For no reason at all. This seemed to be a trial of the mind. Well, it would be, if George didn't land on his neck.

George woke up with another bag over his head. Except his neck and arm were dislocated. Yup, his head was on backwards. He tried to snap his neck, but his arms were tied up in a chair. With a bag over his head. George new this was a trial of the hero's journey pattern, so he had to make it look good. George fell on his side, and proceeded to kick his legs, so he was going in circles. Days later, the rope broke from sliding along the ground, but George still was going in circles. 10 more days, and George was knocked off course when he threw up, and made his way to a river filled with alligators. The room was dark, so he couldn't see a thing. He sank to the bottom. Unaware of what to do next. Without thinking, he decided to go with the flow and came out of a big pipe drain filled with human waste and trash. He was in front of some big doors. In his heart, he knew that his toaster was in there. He just had to make it to the kitchen.

He entered the building, and after much wandering, escaping, and tripping, he came to a mysterious room filled with robots. There were two robots sharing a cage, one that looked like a gold man and a short blue and silver can-looking robot. There was Wall-E, a cone-shaped one, saying "EXTERMINATE" repeatedly, a skeleton-looking one with beading red eyes, a red and blue semi truck, a white balloon man, and a scrawny one saying "Rodger rodger." He wandered through the room, not freeing a single one, and walked into a room filled with lava. He finally saw the kitchen, which was behind a man on top of a throne. He was wearing a spacesuit which was also cracked, but had the visor down so he couldn't see their face. So, George waded through the lava and met face to face with the astronaut.

It was the end. If George killed the astronaut, he would get the toaster. If the astronaut won, he would get George's soul. The astronaut sat limp. George poked him. He was already dead. Moments passed, when finally the astronaut stood up. Black, slimy tentacles wrapped around the astronaut's legs and arms. It was at that moment when George realized that the astronaut's visor wasn't down, it was black, slimy tentacles blocking the astronaut's face. When it cleared, a terrifying skeleton face was revealed. That would have scarred George's life if he was there, but he wasn't. He was already in the kitchen, getting his toaster. The parasite shrieked as it grew more tentacles. It's skeleton head stared into the kitchen as George's dumb-found face slowly turned toward the creature. The creature grabbed George by the leg, and threw him back into the lava room, onto a concrete wall, cracked, and George splashed into the lava. The toaster landed by the fire exit. George got up, turned around, and got grabbed again. After being thrown against the wall multiple times along with vomiting a couple of times, the concrete wall crumbled. George was unconscious as the creature flinged him through the room into a compactor. Inside was a collection of things. Radioactive waste, a bag filled with throw-up, grandma, his harpoon, John Cena, and a couple of spaceships. George knew exactly what to grab.

First, he threw the grandma at the creature, which was immediately consumed by the parasite. He then thought the impossible. He had done what no man had done before, and put the throw-up plastic bag ONTOP of the harpoon, and fired it at the creature. It shot past the grandma, and directly on the parasite's back. The creature howled in pain as the throw-up acid was eating away at the parasite. The creature tossed and turned, then, knocking George to space. George reeled in the harpoon, pulling it right through the evil parasite's body. And, with his new power, he somehow managed to fly back home, have a newly-built apartment, and was back home. He tried to do it some more, but his powers faded away. "Well, that was quite an adventure." Said George as he glowed for a second. George hopped into bed, and went to sleep. And George began to sleep talk.

"Who knows what tomorrow will bring? Time traveling, becoming a god, exploring the underworld, die, oh I know! Hiking!" Sleep talked George. And then a harpoon and toaster fell into his bed. "I can't wait for tomorrow."