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 Zachary Gordon, the spritely pint-sized star of 'Diary of a Wimpy Kid',
woke up groggily with his cheek pressed up against cold concrete.  A cool
rivulet of drool slip down his lips when he lifted his head up, panicking
when he found himself wrapped up from head to toe by heavy thick rope. 
Helplessly he struggled.  He tried to scream for help but was stifled by a
hard rubber ball gag strapped tightly to his mouth.  A shadowy figure came
out of the dank darkness of this concrete bunker Zach was trapped in.  The
boy screamed incoherently through his gag for help, tears welling up in his
bloodshot eyes.  The mysterious creeper emerged out of the black and came
under the dim fluorescent light bulb dangling overhead.  Zack pissed
himself in fright as he was confronted with a pale-skinned teenager wearing
an emerald green cloak.  In ominous tones, the soft-voiced teen spoke. -"
-""Please don't cry Zachary," the teen said in a caring tone.  "I'm sorry
we had to tie you up again, but you almost got away from us, and I simply
can't allow that to happen." -" -"Zack didn't have a clue what the teen was
talking about.  The last thing he could remember was kicking back with a
Shirley Temple at a press party for Justin's Bieber's live-action Jungle
Book remake.  He remembered getting hypno'd in Sir Hiss's coils, getting
his rocks off a little for fun...some flashes of color...quite beautiful
really...getting light headed...and then...those psychos crashed the party
and kidnapped him! -" -"A militant group of teen cultists had been
snatching up mancubs left and right from their loving snakes to try to
convert them back to their own species.  These young people were a
resistance group who rejected reptile dominance over humanity, making it
their mission to deprogram the poor brainwashed boys who chose to associate
with prominent Hollywood hypno pythons.  And Zack was their latest rescue
mission. -" -"The previously known teen removed his heavy green cloaked,
revealing himself to be on part of the Disney twin duo of Dylan and Cole
Sprouse.  Cole, with his shaggy dirty blonde hair and glowing white smile,
was a quite a strange sight for the bound boy to take in.  Cole knelt down
and wiped away Zach's tears with his thumb, stroking his mussed-up brown
hair gently.  Zack flinched at the contact.   -" -""I know you're confused
Zack," Cole said sadly, "and I promise that I'll help you get your head
straight soon enough.  But you're going to have to stay put.  We can't have
you running back to Hiss and telling him where we are.  I'm gonna take the
gag off, but you're gonna have to promise not to scream.  Got it?" -"
-"Zack's jaw ached from holding in the ball gag, and he nodded weakly
'yes'. Cole unstrapped the gag, making Zack drool and spit out the rancid
taste of old hard rubber.  The boy gasped for breath and craned his head up
at Cole, begging with his eyes to be released. -" -""Please Cole, just let
me go.  I'll do anything you say," Zack croaked. -" -"Cole smiled warmly,
running his fingers across the boy's cheek. -" -""How does a hot shower, a
big breakfast, and a fresh pair of undies sound to you?  If I get all of
these ropes off do you promise not to try to escape?" -" -"Zack, weak and
powerless to resist, just nodded 'yes' again.  He was fearful of what his
former Hollywood Disney friend was going to do to him, but didn't want to
by wriggling like a worm on a concrete floor either.  So he stayed still as
Cole pulled him upright and began unwrapping his tight bonds.  Zack was
flush with embarrassment when he realized he was only in a pair of piss
stained briefs, the acrid stench of his own ruin making him scrunch his
nose. -" -""Pee-yooo!" Cole said.  "If I knew you were gonna wet yourself I
would've put you in training pants." -" -"Zack's eyes grew wide in alarm at
the threat. -" -""Just kidding dude," Cole said assuredly, placing Zack's
hands behind his back and cuffing him.  Zack's scrawny boyish chest stuck
out comically, like he was waiting in line to be chewed out by a drill
sergeant.  But screaming at a hypno-victim wasn't the human resistance's
methods.  Ironically, it wasn't too far off from the mesmerism that mancubs
were subjected to by their dominating snake masters.  Zach was led by the
cloak-clad Sprouse brother through endless gray corridors lined with heavy
steel doors.  Cole led him further through rooms filled with boxes of
animation cells, shelves of film cans, animation stands, and plush lounges
filled with the after-scent of cigarette smoke.  It didn't take Zach too
long after seeing the trademark Mickey Mouse logo that he was deep
underground in the Disney Vault itself! -" -"A popular urban legend, this
secret vault was supposed to be 'ol Uncle Walt's fallout shelter built for
the Disney elite to survive the upcoming nuclear war with the commies.  But
Walt had dropped dead at the tail end of the '60s, and the facility was
converted into a repository for the secret shames and scandals that should
never be allowed to see the light of day.  In a huge gymnasium-sized space,
hundreds of pristine prints of the racist masterpiece 'Song of the South'
had been put in a big pile next to mountains of documents confirming Walt
Disney's tangential ties to the Nazi party.  Bones from the remains of
Disney's competitors had arranged in strange patterns, their occult
significance lost to time.  Zack shrieked when his bare foot crushed a
child-sized leg bone underneath him, his cry met with more forceful
prodding by Cole to keep trudging on.  The wimpy kid's destination was
completely unknown, but he knew no matter what this wasn't going to be a
zippidy-do-dah day for him.  After a tiring march through one strange freak
show after another, Zack was led into a small dusty classroom.  Zack tried
all he could from screaming out again when he saw a dozen other movie star
boys sitting in rotting desks, wearing dead blank zombie-like expressions
on their faces.  They stared ahead at a black white projector screen,
slumped down and elbows resting tranquilly on their desks.  Unlike the
half-naked wimpy kid, the other Hollywood IT boys were dressed in
skin-tight one-piece green unitards with the words 'HUMANS FIRST' printed
on their chests.  Cole's brother Dylan sat at the teacher's desk in a sharp
green business suit, madly typing long strings of commands into an obsolete
desktop computer.  The Sprouse brother's evil sneering face was glowed
eerily from the green-and-black screen.   -" -""About time Cole," Dylan
said calmly.  "I was almost going to send of the drones after ya.  If you
and Zach want to fool around you'll have plenty of time later...once we
straightened his sick little mind out a little." -" -""No!" Zack yelled. 
"You're not going to get away with this!  Mass-I mean, Hiss is coming for
me!" -" -"Cole, in hearing this declaration of Zack submissively calling
that pervy snake his 'master', shoved him violently into a splintery rotten
desk and pushed his eyes wide open. -" -""Enough of this sick ass snake
bullshit!" Cole said.  "Play the film!" -" -"Dylan passively brought up the
propaganda film and hit 'return'.  A small compartment from the ceiling
opened up and an overhead projector whirred to life, illuminating the room
with a corrective educational movie designed for humans who succumbed to
perversions and the 'mancub lifestyle'. -" -"Zack could do nothing but fix
his eyes forward as a cheery-sounding narrator began to describe the black
and white film reel being displayed in front of him. -" -""Hey there
Mousketeer's, this is your  'ol Uncle Walt.  It seems like some of you
boys and girls have fallen in with a bad crowd, and are under the dastardly
influence of the clandestine cabal of cold-blooded commie hypno snakes. 
But never fear.  I've contacted Dr.  Freeman, inventor of the modern
medical cure of the lobotomy, to design a program that will break you free
of your snake perversion once and for all.  Just let go...and keep your
eyes forward." -" -"Zack looked at the strange pulsing patterns of light
and color in front of him dumbfounded.  Instead of the pleasurable spirals
of Hiss's hypnosis, his mind was filled with a brain-stabbing pain that
made him moan and whimper in agony.  Cole held his head straight and pushed
his eyelids wide open with his thumbs.  Tears rolled down Zack's face,
knowing that after this brainwashing session his desires for his master
would be replaced with the 'correct' craving for boys his own age.  The
Sprouse brothers crackled evilly in triumph.  Zach was going to be their
slave now, and part of their nameless faceless army to annihilate the hypno
snake menace from the face of the Earth.  All was lost.  That was, until...
-" -"The image one the film was replaced by the fat bulbous head of Lord
Set, king of the pythons.  In this new film, spliced covertly right into
the old one, Set sat on his temple throne surrounded by scantily dressed
mancubs of all shapes and sizes.  With a deep trembling voice, the giant
snake Lord Spiraled his eyes and gave the shocked Sprouse brothers a whole
new 'lesson'. -" -""It'ssssss time to ssssssender mancubsss," Set
commanded. "Your cult of humanity hasss been compromisssed.  Now
playthingsssss, lose yourself to my gaze and learn your place." -" -"Dylan
and Cole's eyes nearly bulged out of their head at Set's power, ripping off
their cloaks and facing the screen with rock-hard boners poking through
their briefs.  The twins put their hands over their heads submissively,
mouths gaping and strings of drool dripping to the classroom floor.  They
moaned in lust, creaming their shorts helplessly as Set's film destroyed
their wills.  Zack slid further back into the desk seat, smiling dumbly
with circles of color bursting in his eyes.  The wimpy kid's boner strained
in his yellow stained briefs, the boy desperate for relief.  If it weren't
for the cuffs, Zack would've stroked his boy dick raw to get off.  But he
wasn't going to have to wait long, for the Snake Liberation Squad was
coming.  And he'd once again be in the comfort of Sir Hiss's loving coils.
The classroom full of zombie mancubs smiled sweetly at their snake god,
hanging on his every command.  Set droned on with his indoctrination,
bending their wills totally to serve the new snake order.  After hours and
hours of eye-searing hypnosis, Set commanded his playthings to drift into a
sssssilent slumber.  Zack's face hit the desk, his cheek resting on its
cool splintered surface, and went to sleep like a good mancub.   -" -"The
mysterious Mr.  Kipling and his crack team of boy thieves would soon rescue
the kidnapped Hollywood idols, and phase two of total reptilian dominance
of the world would begin.  Pity the foolish humans who stood in their
way...