You were sure someone outside your van could have heard the scream you let go when a 6 ft tall blue man thing with black beady eyes appears before you. The van is small so there's little room to run so instead you grab a pillow to hide behind while it tries to get into a position that's less cramped, his voice was high pitched and he had an orangy red tuft of hair atop its head. Finally it had gotten settled and its eyes turn back towards you. Its skin was a light blue color and its hands looked like mittens. His mouth seemed far to large for his head and it had small block like teeth.
"What are you?" You say while moving to the farthest corner of your can with the pillow being used as a body shield.
"I'm mr. meeseeks, Look at me!" He repeats in his high pitched voice, it was like nothing you'd seen or heard. You must have hit your head or fallen into a coma and now your hallucinating. You glance at the box next to his feet at the other end of the bed, all of this started when you hit the button on tht blue box.
"Im mr. meeseeks look at me! What task can i do for you?" His voice seemed strained as if his voice was going out. You looked at him in confusion causing him to look back at you with the same look of confusion. You shook your head and blinked, trying to clear your mind. This couldn't be real, could it? But the creature before you seemed all too real, and the box on the other end of the van was now pulsing with an otherworldly light.
"Task? What task?" you asked, still not sure if you were dreaming or not.
"Any task!" Mr. Meeseeks replied eagerly. "I exist solely to complete a task and then cease to exist. I'm here to help you, whatever you need! i'm Mr. Meeseeks look at me!"
You thought for a moment, wondering if this was some sort of prank or practical joke. But the creature's earnest expression and high-pitched voice didn't seem like something that could be faked.
"Okay," you said slowly, still not entirely convinced. "Can you help me find something i've lost?" Your eyes slip to a more recent english copy of the little prince you kept next to the bed for reading in your free time.
Mr. Meeseeks clapped his mittened hands together. "Of course, that's an easy task! Just tell me where you saw it last, and I'll help you find it in a jiffy!"
You hesitated, wondering if this was really such a good idea. But you were alone, and desperate for a friend, and this strange blue creature seemed like the only help you had.
"Okay," you said again, more firmly this time. "I've been following this road on the map hitting every town that has a book store where they could possibly have a copy of The Little Prince 1St Polish Edition From 1947. It's a particularly odd find but it has a message from my dad on the inside front cover. Do you think you can help me look for it?"
"Absolutely!" Mr. Meeseeks replied, his voice growing even higher with excitement. "Just sit back and relax, and I'll have you at the next shop in no time! I'm Mr. Meeseeks look at me!"
With that, the strange creature disappeared from the back of your van heading to the front seat to begin driving, leaving you alone with your thoughts and your doubts. But as you watched the pulsating blue light of the box, you couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, this would work. You settled back onto your bed, trying to process what had just happened. You couldn't shake the feeling that this was all some elaborate prank, or worse, that you had completely lost your mind. But as you stared at the box, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within you.
You could feel the van start up as he began driving you to your next stop on the map to look for you beloved lost treasure leaving you to dream until the next morning. The next morning, you woke up to find yourself parked in front of a small bookstore. You rubbed your eyes, wondering if it had all been a dream, but then you saw Mr. Meeseeks sitting in the driver's seat, looking at you expectantly.
"Good morning!" he said cheerily. "I'm Mr. Meeseeks look at me! We're here! This is the bookstore you wanted to check out. Let's go inside and find your book!"
You blinked, still feeling a bit dazed, but then you realized that this was really happening. You felt a surge of gratitude towards the strange creature sitting next to you, who seemed to genuinely want to help you.
"Right," you said, shaking off your sleepiness. "Let's do it!"
You got out of the van and followed Mr. Meeseeks inside the bookstore. The shelves were packed with books, and the smell of paper and ink filled the air. You felt a thrill of excitement as you walked up and down the aisles, searching for the 1st Polish edition of The Little Prince.
As you were searching, Mr. Meeseeks floated around, using his long arms to reach for books on high shelves and asking the store clerk if they had any rare editions of The Little Prince. You were impressed by how resourceful he was, and grateful for his help. You both scanned every shelf diligently, you had more hope this time then you'd had in what felt like a long time. Soon the sun rose and fell all the same but neither of you had any luck finding the book much to your dismay.
As the older man who owned the store closed up shop for the day you sat defeatedly on the sidewalk watching the sun fall over the mountains in the distance, was this all just a lost cause? Mr. Meeseeks floated over to you, his expression sympathetic.
"I'm sorry we didn't find it," he said, his high-pitched voice filled with genuine regret. "But don't worry, we'll keep looking. We'll find it eventually." You looked up at him, feeling a pang of gratitude for his optimism. "Thank you," you said softly.
"I really appreciate all your help." You say, a sad sweet smile playing on your lips. Mr. Meeseeks smiled, his blue face lighting up with happiness. "That's what I'm here for!" he said cheerfully. "To help you find what you're looking for. We'll find that book, I promise.I'm Mr. Meeseeks look at me!" That's when you hear your stomach growl making you realize you'd skipped breakfast for your search with Mr. Meeseeks
"Do you guys get hungry?" You ask the Meeseeks. Mr. Meeseeks nodded his head. "Of course we do! Even though we're not human, we still have needs like food and rest." he said. You rubbed your stomach and smiled sheepishly, feeling a little embarrassed that you had forgotten to eat.
"Do you know of any good places around here to grab a bite to eat?" you asked Mr. Meeseeks. "Absolutely!" he replied, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. "There's a great little café just a few blocks away from here. They serve the best pancakes in town. Would you like me to lead the way?"You nodded eagerly, grateful for his help once again. You both got up from the sidewalk and started walking towards the café, with Mr. Meeseeks floating alongside you. As you walked, you couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and safety with him by your side. He had become more than just a helpful companion on your quest for the book - he had become a friend. Feeling a new since of comfort and boldness your hand slips into his mitten causing him to look at you with some surprise but its replaced by a beaming smile. You smiled back at Mr. Meeseeks, feeling grateful for his warm, friendly demeanor. Walking together, you chatted about the things you both enjoyed and discovered you had a lot in common. It was nice to have someone to talk to who understood your love of books and adventure.
As you arrived at the café, you could smell the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the sweet scent of pancakes in the air. The café that Mr. Meeseeks led you to was quaint and cozy, with a warm and welcoming atmosphere. Mr. Meeseeks led you to a cozy booth by the window and ordered a stack of pancakes and a cup of coffee. Mr. Meeseeks ordered a plate of bacon and eggs, and you both enjoyed your meal in comfortable silence. After finishing your breakfast, Mr. Meeseeks asked if there was anything else he could do to help you. You thought for a moment before replying, "Well, I still need to find that book. Do you have any other ideas on where we could look?"
Mr. Meeseeks thought for a moment before replying, "Actually, I do I'm Mr. Meeseeks, Look at me!. There's a rare bookstore in the city that specializes in old and hard-to-find books. I think they might have the edition you're looking for."
You grinned at him, feeling hopeful once again. "Let's go there then!" you said, feeling energized and ready to continue your search. Mr. Meeseeks floated up and down excitedly, happy to help you in any way he could. With a new sense of purpose, you and Mr. Meeseeks left the café and headed towards the rare bookstore, ready to continue your search for The Little Prince. Feeling a little better, you got back into the van with Mr. Meeseeks and drove off towards the next town on your map. As you drove, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards the strange blue creature sitting next to you. With Mr. Meeseeks by your side, you felt ready to take on the world and find that elusive book. Despite the odds against you, he had remained optimistic and enthusiastic, and had given you a glimmer of hope that you might find what you were looking for. You knew that you had made a true friend in Mr. Meeseeks and that no matter what happened, you would always be grateful for the time you spent together.
As he drove on down the long highway surrounded by thick green evergreens you began to doze off dreaming of nights spent by the fire with your father before his passing. As you drifted off into sleep, Mr. Meeseeks noticed the soft sound of your breathing and smiled to himself. He knew that finding The Little Prince was important to you, but he also knew that sometimes a little rest was necessary too. As the van hummed along the road, Mr. Meeseeks hummed a soft tune to himself, feeling content in the knowledge that he had helped you today. He knew that there would be more adventures to come, but for now, he was happy just to be by your side. And so, you both continued on your journey, with Mr. Meeseeks. A few hours later after the sun had fallen from the sky and been replaced by a brightly shining moon the van began to spat and sputter before finally rolling to a stop and the lights inside died, you'd run out of gas in the middle of the woods in the middle of the night. The ruckus had awoken you from your nap leaving you to panic.
You quickly looked around, trying to figure out what had happened. The darkness of the night seemed to envelop everything, making it difficult to see more than a few feet in front of you. You turned to Mr. Meeseeks, who was hovering silently beside you.
"What are we going to do now?" you asked, feeling a little anxious.
"Don't worry, we'll figure something out," Mr. Meeseeks replied reassuringly. "Let's take a look around and see if there's anything nearby that could help us. I'm Mr. Meeseeks, Look at me!" Together, you and Mr. Meeseeks stepped out of the van and into the cool night air. You looked around, trying to spot any signs of civilization, but all you could see were trees and darkness.
"We need to find some gas," you said, feeling a little hopeless.
"Maybe there's a gas station nearby," Mr. Meeseeks suggested. "Let's start walking and see if we can find anything. I'm Mr. Meeseeks, Look at me!" You nodded in agreement, and the two of you set off into the woods, walking along the deserted road. As you walked, you began to feel a little uneasy. The darkness seemed to be closing in around you, and the silence of the night was almost oppressive. You were afraid and as you both walked in the dark of the night you found yourself hovering closer to Mr. Meeseeks as you wondered further into the woods, he could sense your uneasiness and put his long arm around your shoulder bringing an unintentional blush to your cheeks.
"Thanks for being here with me," you whispered to Mr. Meeseeks, feeling grateful for his presence.
"Of course, that's what friends are for," Mr. Meeseeks replied with a smile.
After what seemed like hours of walking, you finally saw a small light in the distance. You quickened your pace, hoping that it was a gas station or some other kind of help. As you got closer, you realized that the light was coming from a small cabin nestled in the woods. You approached the door and knocked, hoping that someone would be inside. After a few moments, the door creaked open, revealing an old man with a thick beard and deep-set eyes. He looked at you and Mr. Meeseeks for a moment before speaking.
"What brings you here at this hour?" he asked in a gravelly voice.
"We've run out of gas and we were hoping you could help us," you replied, feeling relieved that you had found someone.
The old man nodded and invited you inside. He rummaged around for a while before emerging with a can of gasoline.
"This should be enough to get you to the nearest gas station," he said, handing you the can.
"Thank you so much," you said gratefully. "Is there anything we can do to repay you?"
The old man shook his head. "Just take care of each other," he said, before closing the door.
You and Mr. Meeseeks walked back to the van, feeling grateful for the old man's kindness. You filled the tank with gas and soon the van roared back to life. As you drove away, you couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the kindness of strangers. With renewed hope, you continued on your journey with Mr. Meeseeks by your side, knowing that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together.