Archive for tag: Yellow


Home at last!

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We’re all home safe now. Red eventually went and signed the customs forms for Crispy at the airport. He keeps muttering about being licked by sniffer dogs.

I feel like this whole Lost Tribes thing has been a really good bonding experience for us all. I’m happy that I followed in my Great Uncle Methusius’ footsteps and tracked down my ancestors, but they weren’t the nicest ancestors (as you probably remember they tried to eat us). Not very ancestor-y of them. Anyway, I don’t feel like a piece of my family puzzle is missing anymore. I’ve always got my ace friends: Red, Miss Green, Blue and Crispy.

OK, gotta run! Red wants me to organise his CD collection by colour. Yesterday it was by starting letter. Fun game!

Catch ya,

Yellow.


We've Escaped!!!

MM_hang _glider V2

Great News EVERYONE!

We’ve escaped from the Lost Tribe. Now, to be honest, I’m going to take some responsibility for getting us into this mess. Red says I’m totally responsible, but, yeah, we’re all safe now. And, as Miss Green pointed out, we’ve all got a great story to tell now (and, for some, a great tan).

So we’ve been taken by the wind on this weird hand glider thing made of bamboo and palm leaves. Who knew Red was so good with a hammer… Crispy mentioned something about a nightmare he once had with Red and a hammer, but that’s a different story. Gotta go, my turn to keep on the lookout for incoming birds. I got one stuck in my eye yesterday. Anyhow that’s another story in itself.

BYE!


I don't want my nut shrunk!

Shrunkeness is not in my nature. Iíve got to think of my nut. I canít have that shrinking! Helpp! Which way do I... oh no, shhhh. Wait, I better stop typing... shhh...


We're cooked!

SPORTSFANS! This is all wrong. Take a look at this video, I mean… we’re cooked. Goners. Bingo. Outta Here. Mince meat. Salad sandwich. Whatever you want to call it, we’re goners. Someone, call my chauffeur!! I need to get out of here! STAT!


HELLLPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!

They’re cannibals!!!! I just met my dear old Great Uncle Yellow! He was hanging from a tree, all shrunken. They shrunk his head, which is his body. OMG, the Lost Tribe of M&M’s® are cannibals! They want to eat us! This is soooo scary! (Although, it’s nice to know we’re still irresistible.) Ahhhhhhhh!


They have their eyes on my Nut

Yellow _stare

They keep looking at me funny. It must be their custom. The big Yellow one seems slower. I like him. Anyway, it’s nice to finally meet them all. I never knew there were so many. I think they’re my cousins. The yellow ones seem to have some sort of unspoken connection with me. Red said that we have one brain between us. That’s nice. 

Yellow.


We have arrived!

Wow, we’re finally here… The Lost Island, home of the M&M’S® Lost Tribe! The big noisy boat just dropped us off, and as we walked through the trees we saw our ancestors for the first time!! The Yellow guy was pretty excited to see us! He looked like me. Who would have thought?

Anyway, pretty excited! Gotta go find a rock to give as a present. I think that’s what they do here.

Bye!

Yellow.


My Tribal Family, Here We Come!

I have my Great Uncle Yellow’s map, an airfare and a bunch of good friends. We’re off to meet our ancestors, the M&M’S® Lost Tribe!

We’re on our way to the airport, to fly to the Big Apple, because that’s where Great Uncle Methusius Yellow started his search for the M&M’S® Lost Tribe. From there, we will try and retrace his footsteps to find the Lost Island! It’s soooo exciting.

Crispy’s a little nervous. I had to put him in my backpack. Red is singing ‘Leaving on a jetplane’. Blue is texting his agent, Marty. Miss Green is doing her imaginary hair because she says she always likes to look good for ‘her’ people at the departure lounge.

We’re finally going in search of the M&M’S® Lost Tribe. Yippeeee.


Sometimes, Yellow M&M’S stupidity pays off!

Ah life’s great ain’t it?

When Yellow M&M’S® found out he had some explorer great uncle, I thought, who cares! But now the big Yellow lug is taking us all to meet this mythical tribe of Lost M&M’S®. (He actually believes they exist. As if. Ha!)

Anyway, he’s taking us to New York City to help him re-trace the steps of his great uncle...


Tanning in the Tropics, Care of Yellow

Hey there chickadees, it seems like our adorable dodo, Yellow M&M’S® is absolutely desperate to follow in the footsteps of some uncle he had and visit some wonderful tropical island. But the best part is, he wants to take us all. Who could resist a little tropical time-out? I’m in.

What shoes to take?