SW's Kooky Color Gallery

Hi! Welcome to Super Wilson's kooky colors gallery. Each color is presented with a character of the same color! So, enjoy it, and for now, bye!

Zorg is green.

Super Wilson is red.

Pumpkinvine is orange and green.

Evil Broccoli is lime and blue.

Wicked Brick is brown.

I hope you enjoyed them, cuz' I did! (8)

What if SW was around the times of Tom and Jerry and Scooby-Doo?

Hello! Have you ever wondered what a SW cartoon would like like when Tom and Jerry was new? Well, I've made one, and if you have been wondering, check it out! (8)

A Hand Cartoon

This is a cartoon where Hand gets his clothes stolen and finds them... and well, you'll see.

Wilson Bob and the Huge Pickle Jar

This is one of many Super Wilson episodes being made just today! More will be posted very soon. (8) (This is a Super Wilson face). Also, keep watch for SW the Movie, coming very soon!

SW and the Quest for the Golden Goblet

BOOK THE FIRST

Chapter 1

It was a foggy night in Alienville, Super Wilson's hometown. SW was enjoying some quiet time in his kind of messy bedroom. He lay on his bedroom floor, on his tummy. The lamp was casting a bright glow over the room. He and Zorg were eating Raisin Bran Crunch as they did their nightly activities. SW was reading his favorite magazine, Aliens. He said to Zorg as he studied the magazine, "Look at this golden cup, Zorg."

Zorg looked up from his diary he was writing in. He was snuggled in his and SW's bed, on his back. 

"It's a goblet made out of pure gold," SW continued excitedly.  "Legend has it that it's hidden somewhere in Brick France."

That got Zorg's attention. He finally stopped writing and looked at the magazine. "Are you sure?" he asked as he got down from the bed. 

"Of course I'm sure," said SW proudly.

Zorg smiled and grabbed SW's magazine out of his hands. "If we find that goblet, we'll be rich!" he exclaimed.

"Of course we'll be rich," replied SW. "It's gold! If we...!"

Zorg stopped SW from saying anything else. "Just simply turn the page, take some deep breaths, and go to bed and sleep. Maybe we can go on a quest to find it tomorrow or the next day," soothed Zorg. He released his hand and SW climbed up into the bed quietly.

Chapter 2

The next morning, Zorg shook SW, startling him out of his daydreams. (You see, SW wasn't really asleep. When he woke up, he closed his eyes and starting daydreaming about finding the goblet and becoming rich.) "Get up," Zorg said gingerly. "Dad said, 'Zorg, you and SW may go on a quest to find the golden goblet, become rich, and spend all the money on candy and comic books.' "

"Are you sure he said that?" asked SW doubtfully.

"Nope," said Zorg firmly, trying not to laugh. "He didn't even say anything close to that."

"I knew it," said SW.

"I know you knew it," replied Zorg.

"I know that you know I knew it," said SW.

"I know that you know that I know you knew it," said Zorg, confused.

"I know that you know that I know that you know I knew it," said SW, not one bit confused.

"Let's just stop this conversation," sighed Zorg.

"Let's just stop this-oh, wait," said SW.

Zorg gripped his diary and wrote about the confusing conversation that he and SW had just had.

"What are you writing about?" asked SW with a spark of interest.

"That confusing conversation," mouth-motioned Zorg.

Chapter 3

 

Zorg got out of bed and put on his clothes. "Baseball cap, tee-shirt, shorts," he said, counting each part of his outfit.  He stretched and looked in the silvery mirror. Yessiree, he thought, this is going to be a nice day. As soon as SW gets dressed, we're going to dash out of the door and go on the hunt for the goblet. 

Just then, SW walked over to the sliding mirror, rolled it along the tracks, and reached for his favorite outfit: toupee, red tee-shirt, and white shorts.

"All set?" asked Zorg, pulling SW out the door so fast that his toupee flew right off.  "Then let's go!"  

Chapter 4

SW and Zorg stood in front of a big airplane.  "Do you have tickets?" asked the pilot.  SW and Zorg nodded and showed him their tickets. "All right, then," continued the pilot. "You can sit in any pair of empty seats."

SW went inside and Zorg followed. "So," said Zorg, "pilot, we want to go to..." His voice trailed off as he tried to remember where the goblet was. SW whispered some words into his ear. "Oh, yes," he said. "Pilot, we want to go to Brick France. Step on it!" The pilot started to fly the plane in answer to Zorg.

Minutes later, the two alien brothers were in Brick France. A fancy brick stepped out to greet them. "Bonjour," he said happily. "Une baguette?"

SW whispered the same words to Zorg in English. "Hello. A baguette?" he translated. "Oui, s'il vous plait. Yes, please," he replied.

"Moi, aussi," said Zorg quickly.  "Me, too."

"Droit de cette façon, puis," said the brick.

"Right this way, then," translated SW.

Zorg followed the French-speaking brick to the baguette shop with SW. "Voici ma boutique baguette," said the brick proudly.

"Here is my baguette shop," translated SW.

"Je veux une baguette! I want a baguette!" said Zorg quickly, looking around at the big baguette store.

The brick smiled and gave Zorg a big baguette.

He munched his bread happily.

"N'oubliez pas que nous sommes ici pour la coupe d'or," whispered SW. "Remember that we're here for the golden goblet."

"La coupe d'or?" asked the brick excitedly. "Cette chose est célèbre!"

"The golden goblet? That thing's famous!" translated SW to Zorg.

"It is? It is!" exclaimed Zorg. "We'd better be leaving, Monsieur Brick," he trembled, about to burst.

"Au revoir!" waved the brick.

To be continued...

Buzz Wilson and Buzz Lightyear Say: "To Infinity and Beyond!"

Look at this picture parody of the character Buzz Lightyear in Toy Story 1, Toy Story 2, and Toy Story 3. His name is Buzz Lightyear Wilson, and he's ready to fight the evil Emperor Zorg (an alien parody of the evil Emperor Zurg). Coming soon to this website are images of Emperor Zorg, WoodBob, Hamm the Piggy Brick, Rex the DinoWilson, and Lots-o-Huggin'-Bob (LotsBob for short). Can you guess who these parodies are of? Emperor Zurg, Woody, Hamm the Piggy Bank, Rex the Dinosaur, and Lots-o-Huggin'-Bear (Lotso for short). In the future, maybe I'll post more Toy Story (1, 2, 3) stuff.        

The Legend of Super Wilson: Part 2

The next afternoon, Grandpa tucked John into bed again. "Hey Grandpa," said John, "could you tell me another Super Wilson story like you promised me last night?" "Oh, okay," replied Grandpa cheerily. He sat down with John. "This," he began, "is the story I made last night in my dreams: the sequel of the story last night." John ooh-ed and aah-ed as Grandpa continued. "One day, when SW (Super Wilson) returned to Mars, he went to his room and thought about Zorg wrapping around Evil Wilson and Evil Wilson going to jail. Zorg burst into SW's room, huffing and puffing. "I'm glad you're here," he said, "because I have good news." "What!?" ask exclaimed SW, sitting down beside Zorg. "Your parents agreed to adopt me," Zorg continued. "So now I'm your big brother. Like that?" SW cheered and flew up into the air. "I guess that's a yes," answered Zorg for SW, laughing." "Go on," yawned John. "Well," continued Grandpa, "Zorg and SW walked out of the room and yawned in the fresh air. Zorg followed SW as he, SW..." At this point John cracked up. "Ahem," said Grandpa. "Thank you. As I was saying, Zorg followed SW as he, SW, led the way and suddenly stopped in front of a brick-shaped building. "OOF!" huffed Zorg, bumping SW and collapsing. "This is the home of my humble friend, Bob Richards Brick," said SW, gazing up at the very top of the building. He stepped with Zorg into the building and rode the elevator up to the third floor. "Bob Richards Brick has a nice house," said Zorg, looking around. "Nah. Bob Richards Brick has a fancy house." He stared up at the ceiling, looking at a particular chandelier hanging down. A brown, cube shaped brick stepped out of a doorway. "Welcome, SW," he said. "And I see you've brought...um...Borg with you." "Zorg," corrected Zorg. "Right. Zorg," repeated the brick. "My name is Bob Richards Brick. Bob for short." Zorg shook hands with Bob as SW stood there with his hands behind his back. "I once lived in Brickville, but now me and my bad stepfather moved here, to Alienville." "The stepfather's name is Wicked Brick, one of my enemies," said SW. Bob nodded in agreement. All of a sudden, a rectangular brown brick stepped out another doorway. "RUN!" shouted SW, dashing away with Bob and Zorg. "It's Wicked Brick!" They ran out of the house." "So," said John, "what happens next?" "You'll find out tomorrow afternoon," said Grandpa, leaving the room and turning off John's light. John went to sleep and thought about what could happen in the next story.

Introducing "The Shnoozia Chronicles"!

INTRODUCTION TO SUPER WILSON COMICS WEBSITE READERS:
A short (or was it long, I can't really remember, I think it was short) time ago, I created the adventures of Shniay, Owlawa, Shnap, and Frow (the Shnoozia super team). And a month ago, I created a new Shnoozia superhero: a Sheeran* Shnoozia named Pogota, he was the fifth Shnoozia superhero, and the last so far. If you read Chapter 1 of The Shnoozia Chronicles #1, All Good Things Must Come To An End (which appears below this introduction), you will be introduced to Shniay and Owlawa's superpowers. A chapter of the new Shnoozia book, which is on line seven of this introduction, including "Introduction to Super Wilson Comics Website Readers", is posted on this website every month, so keep checking, and meanwhile, enjoy!

Chapter One
The Beginning

This is their story. They are called Shnoozias. And there are five of them – Shnoozia Shniay, Shnoozia Shnap, Sheeran Shnoozia Pogota, Shnoozia Frow, and Shnoozia Owlawa. And Shniay was the leader of their heroic team. This story is how they started. One afternoon, a Shnoozia named Shniay hurried through the crowded streets of Shnooziaopolis, where almost every single Shnoozia on planet Shnooziay lived. Shniay almost ran smack into a huge boulder, but he used his big gliding abilities to leap over it. Shniay landed with a thud on the rocky ground of Shnooziaopolis, and then he continued hurrying. Even he didn’t know where he was going. Only the brain-chip on his chest did. He had a habit of forgetting. He saw a big fat Shnoozia ahead of him, but it was too late to leap. He whacked into the Shnoozia. The fat Shnoozia opened his mouth and snapped, “Don’t you ever watch where you’re going?” He growled and stomped away, but Shniay put a hand on him and said, “I…I apologize. J-just sometimes, I don’t watch where I’m heading. I’m sorry.” Shniay was just like a big blob of clay. He was a big softie. The Shnoozia turned around, and instead of roaring at Shniay, he broke into a big grin and said, “Hey, I’m sorry, too. Do you want to be pals?” Shniay paused for a moment. After a while, he said, “Okay. What’s your name?” The Shnoozia scratched his head and replied, “My name is Owlawa. What’s yours?” Shniay replied to Owlawa. “It’s Shniay,” he said. Owlawa shook hands with Shniay. Shniay continued. “I have the ability to leap and glide. Do you have any abilities?” This time Owlawa paused. “Yeah,” he said. “I can swing on my rope.” He reached into his pocket. “Yes,” he continued, “this is my swinging rope.” Shniay admired it. He turned to Owlawa. “Do you know any other super-powered Shnoozias?” he asked. Owlawa thought for a moment and replied. “Yes, I do,” he said matter-of-factly. “What are their names?” questioned Shniay. “Frow and Shnap,” replied Owlawa, glancing up at a humongous snowy mountain. “Shnap lives up there.” He pointed to the mountain peak. Then he pointed over to a cave built into the base of the mountain. “And Frow lives there.” “Let’s visit Shnap first,” said Shniay. “Why?” asked Owlawa. “Because I like to glide, and you like to swing,” replied Shniay, unlocking the reason. “Okay,” exclaimed Owlawa, a smile spreading across his face. “O…kaaaaay…” said Shniay. He ran away. Then he ran towards the mountain and jumped high. Then, he started gliding up toward the mountain peak, and grabbed onto a rocky ledge. Then he leaped up, pushing down on the ledge. He finally fell onto the front porch of Shnap’s house. “Okay,” he called down to Owlawa, at the top of his lungs. “You can shoot your rope and wrap it around this ledge,” he called, pointing to the same ledge as the one he pushed. Owlawa stuffed his hand into his pocket and wrapped his rope around his right hand. Then he wrapped the other end onto the ledge, and pulled hard. It formed a knot on the rope. He jumped up and ran through the air, swinging the rope side to side. Then, Owlawa unwrapped his hand and flew onto the front porch with Shniay. Then, he unknotted his rope and stuffed it into his pocket again. Then Shniay gripped the knocker and knocked loudly. Another Shnoozia opened the door. “Hallo!” exclaimed Shniay and Owlawa. “Oh!” said the Shnoozia, happily. He flung the door completely open and invited Shniay and Owlawa inside. The Shnoozia shut the door. Shniay and Owlawa sat on the sofa. The other Shnoozia sat down with them. “So,” he said, “I see you brought a new friend along.” He glanced at Owlawa. “Do you mind,” Owlawa said. “His name is Shniay.” “Oh!” said the Shnoozia. “My name is Shnap.” He ran into the kitchen and brought back a cookie jar. “Please,” he said politely, “have a cookie. Both of you!” Shniay grabbed two cookies and put the lid back on the jar. Then he gave one to Owlawa. Then they munched as Shnap told them his story.

*A Sheeran is a person of the archenemy of the Shnoozia super team, Sheera.