The opening title card of the movie “HOLES” is misspelled in DVD and Blu-Ray copies of the film.
Often when a movie is transferred to DVD, Blu-Ray, and 4K formats, the titles have to be redone to read more legibly. When Disney released “HOLES” in 2003, the title card itself was written in small text in the corner of the screen. If transferred to home video normally, this title would have been only five pixels tall and too faint to make out.
But in early 2004, when the time came to alter the title for home video, the digital technician responsible typed the name wrong and quality control never caught it, all the way through the film’s blu-ray release in 2018. No fans wrote in noticing the flaw, nobody in quality for the disc releases, nobody at all noticed, and so the flaw remains to this day.
When we at FIJMU brought the error to Disney’s attention, a kind intern in an old fashioned hat simply took the initiative and explained, “I can fix that.”
Set in a mer AU in which Amity Park is Amity Island, a beach resort attracting all sorts of tourists, including the eccentric billionaire Bruce Wayne and his son...
But tragedy strikes when a person or persons unknown spirit the young Damian away~~
And now one Danny Phantom is tasked with bringing the boy home, even if it means crossing an ocean and evading danger at every corner :3
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“¿La plena?” Colin said, pausing mid-bite of his corviche, a kind of fritter with fish and nuts. Didn’t plena mean something like full in Spanish or something? Danny was probably wrong anyway, seeing as The Full didn’t make any sense whatsoever.
“Oh, right. Ahem,” Colin coughed. “Seriously?”
“Well, yeah,” Danny said, glancing surreptitiously at the old ladies on the street who were definitely staring at them just now. “Do you think they know we’re… you know? Do you think they’re GiW agents?”
“Ay, ñaño, relax. Do you think those bozos are smart enough to try disguises?”
Well, on the one hand they were certainly too dumb to try a tactic like that. On the other hand, Danny mused, they might be dumb enough to try start a fight in front of all these witnesses a second time. Then again, they still don’t know what his human form looked like…
“Why do you think they’re looking at us?” Danny whispered again.
“Duh. You’re a gringo,” Colin said, shrugging freckled shoulders, and rolling the r in perfect Spanish form. “And a really stinky-looking one.”
Danny pouted, but hid it by biting into another corviche. “Don’t diss the dumpster fashion till you try it. You’d prefer I walk around here naked?”
While Colin frequented these islands and had a small stash of clothes to change into and avoid suspicion from the locals, Danny had had no such luck, and had to resort to what Damian had started referring to as ‘dumpster fashion.’
Danny blinked as he realised something. “Also, aren’t you a gringo too? You’re a redhead, and whiter than me!”
Colin smirked. “Well, that doesn’t count, cause gringo’s a human term, and I’m a siren that sprouts legs sometimes. Also, I can actually speak Spanish. They call me Colito. I know basically everyone round here, basically since I could sprout legs. Those two ladies gossiping about you, they’re Abuela Alma and Abuela Elena.” The younger siren boy leaned forward, whispering conspiratorially. “They think you’re a trafficking victim.”
“Not that far off, considering what Skulker’s whole deal,” Danny muttered. “How are we gonna pay for all this anyway?” he asked, casting a glance at the vendor, a portly man with a thick moustache and even thicker hands working away at the fryer.
“Perhaps our travelling companion intends to perform a dine and dash?” came Damian’s voice from the baby stroller parked next to the table. In hindsight, the random baby stroller
“Is that what you guys did to the Atlanteans?” Colin asked curiously.
“It was more like a raid,” Danny said.
“They brought it upon themselves,” Damian chirped poutingly.
“Sshh! Babies don’t chirp!” Danny told him.
“Please put your hand in here and I will show you a lot more things babies cannot do.” No thanks, Danny liked having all ten fingers, even if he could grow any back that Damian may or may not be intending to bite off.
“So, how are we gonna pay for this?”
“Oh, nothing. Ricardo owes me for the mussels I got him last week.”
“Do the locals know you are a siren?” Damian asked suspiciously.
“Not really. They just think of me as the weird kid that shows up every now and then and then disappears. You know how it is. I’ve watched enough H2O to know to keep the fishy side a secret.”
“And you’re discussing it out in the open?” Damian asked.
Colin waved him off. “Rrrrelax,” the kid said with a long trilled R. “They can’t understand us, just like you guys can’t understand them.”
“I am perfectly competent in Spanish, thank you very much.”
“You’re not competent in any language, wawa, ‘cuz babies can’t talk. Now shush.”
“I will get my revenge,” Damian hissed.
After lunch, Danny took the baby stroller and Colin led them on a little tour of Puerto Baquerizo Moreno, capital of the Galapagos Province the only town on San Cristobal island, the one they’d landed on. With the Galapagos being mostly a national park, the city – really a town – was hardly dense with urban population. The streets were wide and flanked by pavements filled with bright orange and red tiles that sometimes spilled onto the roads themselves, older ones before the newer asphalt roads came in. The buildings had walls in bright reds, oranges and blues, and there were rooftops painted with lime green paint. While they ran into the occasional tourist, mostly they met the occasional local, who would call out to Colin with greetings of “¡Hola Colito!” and “¡Ey, wawa pescado!”
Danny did recognise that last word. “Didn’t you say they didn’t know you were a siren?” he said. His fins would be standing straight if he had them right now.
“Chuta. I forgot about that. It’s just a nickname, since I barter with fish instead of money sometimes. I’ve always been what they call chiro, as in totally broke.”
He pulled the pockets of his dry swimming trunks inside out as a point of emphasis. Danny raised an eyebrow. “Did you barter for those clothes too?” It was a bit strange to wrap his head around Colin trading a grouper for a pair of jeans.
“No, I ‘borrowed’ them from some tourists. You know how it goes.”
“Riiiight…” Danny drawled with utmost scepticism. In his opinion, dumpster fashion still topped out Grand Theft Fashion, but he wasn’t Paulina.
As they walked, Colin made a point to chat up any locals they came across, asking them about any men in white suits, or Los Tipos de Blanco, only to meet shaking heads. Colin would then get back to him and Damian and shrug. “See? Ain’t no gringos in gaudy outfits round this island.”
Danny wasn’t too convinced, considering it had only been a few hours, and they could still be mobilising, but Colin’s optimism did make him feel a lot better.
And Puerto was just nice to walk around in, taking pictures of Colin, himself and his ‘baby brother.’ It felt like every building could be its own destination for a journey, not like big American cities that radiated that oppressive greyness. For a halfa with no money and no transport to speak of, strolling around town with a ‘baby’ in tow felt relaxing. And despite Damian’s indignation at having to hide in this way, on account of his inability to gain legs or lose the distinctly in-human shade of green his scales carried, it was clear that the kid was having fun too.
~~
An excerpt from an article:
Emails Leaked! DHS in chaos! Panama Disaster a ‘Hunt for Terrorists’
Clark Kent
After over a week of radio silence on the unsanctioned presence of American military forces on Panamanian soil, a source close to the Daily Planet has leaked email communications from within the Department of Homeland Security. In these leaks, the DHS Secretary emphasises disciplinary actions for the GiW after their ‘failed hunt for the terrorists.’
This reporter remains sceptical for numerous reasons, not because the GiW’s operation in Panama has displayed a level of public, visible incompetence rarely seen in US Military operations…
An excerpt from an article:
PANAMIANIAN GOVERNMENT DEMANDS REPARATIONS FOR GIW’S ACTIONS, CLAIMS GIW ENTERED ON FALSE PRETENSES
Lois Lane
Since the incident, numerous videos on social media have been posted, depicting agents in white suits interrogating locals. In some of these videos, the agents turn confrontational and aggressive to the locals in question, even resorting to using racially charged language. The Panamanian government is demanding compensation not only for the trouble caused to these civilians, but also the lost revenue from closing the Panama Canal for four hours. It has also claimed that the GiW had made false claims to gain access to the country, though what those claims were have not been disclosed.
Panama is not the only country to have been affected by this situation, as numerous companies and countries suffered delays in shipping due to the closure.
With all this fallout, one begins to think about the GiW’s true reason for entering the country in the first place. The leaks from DHS imply their aim was to detain a so-called terrorist, a nebulous figure whose identity, aims and actions are still unknown.
Furthermore, official spending reports indicate a vast amount of funding has been appropriated to the GiW, a significant amount for a group that has up until now remain hidden from public view.
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OLIVER QUEEN DENOUNCES GIW’S ACTIONS
WAYNE ENTERPRISES CEO CALLS ON PRESIDENT TO PAY UP
Paulina tap-tap-tapped away on her phone, her programme having pinged her for an alert about sirens! Oh, would that she could lay eyes upon her darling Phantom once more. She opened her TikTok and found the video immediately.
Only, it wasn’t Phantom! The video was shaking, taking from someone on a boat somewhere nice and tropical. The camera was pointing at something a plastic cup, someone saying that “it” threw the cup, and what “it” was became apparent as the camerawoman zoomed in revealing a–
Paulina paused the video, her heart jumping as she let out a high-pitched squeal.
Energy expelled, she returned to the video. Oh!
Oh dios mio, it was so adorable!!!!!!! There was just the tiniest, most adorable little siren baby child with adorable little ear fins and shiny green scales. Oh! And their sweet little face was all scrunched up and pouting in the cutest possible way as they chirped out a little storm at the humans! Oh! Mi corazón!
Then, some teen said something about throwing more trash in, the little pendejo, only for the little siren baby to spit out a stream of water, soaking some of the onlookers. Then, a second siren appeared, this one in fiery orange and red. The bigger siren boy’s cheeks were puffed up, and then he spat another stream of water, so strong it knocked over the man standing next to the camera woman.
The video ended there, but Paulina could’ve sworn she saw a white tuff of hair just beneath the surface…
Her heart was soaring as she reposted the video to her Instagram, tagging most everyone she knew.
when a child with chronic or terminal illness or a disability/their sibling is well informed about the condition strangers love to say "no child should have to know that 😢" yeah well i think the world would be significantly better if more children knew about that actually. teach your healthy kids about illness teach your abled kids about disability Please !
and people will say this about the stupidest shit of all time. a diabetic child is like "this is my glucose monitor! these are my ketone test strips!" and people are aghast "no baby should have to know about this!!!!" okay so youd rather his mom just poked and tested him and injected insulin and collected his urine without explanation? you genuinely would prefer this child live in fear and ignorance about the daily routines of his life? because like no amount of pouty faces and prayers and condescending instagram comments are going to remove the illness from the child's life so our options are being informed about our bodies or being confused/frightened by them.
shout out to potc character Bootstrap Bill Turner because if he did not have the galaxy brain idea to hide a cursed piece of gold from a bloodthirsty, vicious, immortal pirate crew by sending it to his defenseless child, non of the movies would have taken place the way they did.
Literally father of all time no further notes no further comments
[Image ID: Tweet from verified user Jason (@/ longwall26) reading: It's not the most ethical move in the world, but in a pinch you can hand off a cursed object to basically any baby. /End ID]
