I already did buuuuuut I also wanted to do Goob a.k.a (bowler hat guy) from Meet The Robinsons because for one of my favorites childhood villains we never see him get closure. He quietly creeps away while everyone else gets a happy ending. Considering that Goob's future was changed, bowler hat guy probably also stopped existing but I couldn't just leave it there.
Redemption is such a strange word to many it seems as though it's something that is impossible to achieve. Yet it wasn't necessarily by my own means that I achieved. I had learned that the bitterness, the self hatred, all the things I let control my life led me to being me.
I was once kind, it's hard to believe that an innocent me once existed. Back when I lived in the orphanage back when I had nothing to fear but school, even then there wasn't much left for me there. Still life was still so much better then, it was long before I had made that mistake that reshaped my entire life. When I was no longer accepted as Goob but began my path to becoming The bowler hat guy.
That was the path I was destined to, however it seemed almost out of nowhere that it all had changed. In a time there was another me, who was able to catch that ball, I just needed to find him. I need to see how he turned out. I deserved to be put in jail. Instead he gave me another chance, he let me go and taught me that forgiveness was the only way I could set myself free.
And so, not knowing where I was going, not knowing what I was doing. I lost Doris, I'm not Bowler hat guy anymore, no I'm not kid I'm not even Goob anymore, I'm Michael Yagoobian, here in the future and unsure of what I'm going to do with my life. I can make a name for myself. I don't even know what to make of myself.
I thought that perhaps here in the future rather than stepping, perhaps there's something that I can give. Indeed if there was anything at all that I could give rather than take then I'm sure I could begin to right my wrongs. I scamper off across the grass of the Robinson Estate, I knew that I couldn't show my face here for much longer. I couldn't meet Wilbur until I cleaned myself up, made a proper living.
For now however I just wanted to see all the things I never could through the lense of a man redeemed. Maybe the sunset will look more beautiful, the trees now certainly do look a little more green. The sky is nice, a little more blue and the city filled with the marks of Wilbur's success doesn't haunt me. Rather it's a reminder to give my good friend of the past a little bit of praise.
I'm not very smart, I'm not good at speaking without Doris and all I can think about are unicorns most of the time but I think there's still some way I can be some good. I now make my way through the city streets, I stick out above everyone. I think I finally know exactly what I want to do. I sit on a park bench and I begin to write, I write about my mistakes through unicorns and begin to sketch out the unicorns. Someday someone will read these after all time falls away but little wonders like a child's first storybook still remains.
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