(Andy Underoo himself, featured on one of his signature '60s-era reminders placed at every headquarters.) |
INTRODUCTION
Hiyah, mortals! I'm Jacob, 16-year-old artist and storyteller of sorts who REALLY wants to work in the animation industry one day. The site you see before you is every odd, awesome and in-between thing in my imagination, and I want to share it with you. Go ahead! Grab the snack food of your choosing, sit down and dive into the JC-Verse! Here's hoping you like it.
Saturday, June 18, 2016
#250: Andy Underoo
Alright, two pieces of news. First, a few days ago was my promotion to HIGH SCHOOL! That's right, I'm in the belly of the beast now, folks. Smack dab in the epicenter of the storm known as the teen years. There's no heading back. Am I ready for this fruit preserve? We'll find out August 29th. Second, the sis and I watched Batman & Robin yesterday. Needless to say, we need a good week or so to fully regain our senses. And then watch Batman Begins. Now, onto the character! I present to you, Andy Underoo! The agency known as U.N.D.E.R.O.O. had a hard time scraping together a proper supply of young recruits in the 1960s. In other words, the hippies happened. That's right, the JC-Verse had them, too. So, down on their luck and in dire need of agents to help handle the UFO epidemic of the era, what did the government joes at the top conclude? Exactly the conclusion you'd expect from government joes at the top attempting to understand what makes college-age youngsters tick: something that completely doesn't make them tick. Which, in this case, is a cartoon mascot. That rhymes. So, much like a swift, near-preposterously perky ninja that strikes in the night, "Andy Underoo" quickly became just about the most familiar face to anyone involved with the oddity-investigating agency, whether they liked it or not. The latter being much more likely. As it turned out, their spirited campaign to force Andy-brand propaganda into the sight lines of potential recruits ended up making the youngsters even less hyped to sign up. As a result, the mascot and his musings took on new life plastered across seemingly every inch of each U.N.D.E.R.O.O. HQ, actively acting as the bane of all agents' existences for decades to come. And giving way to tons of humorous mocking mockups of his likeness, sketched and past around by bored agents at briefings. The content of which I can't share. Because most of them were really crude.
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