Boom Baby!

Welcome kids! The name is Kuzco. Emperor Kuzco. Well, not really, but you get the picture. It's all about me! As the llama care taker (which is a very important job, mind you) I shall teach them the rules of Kuzco Rule 1 of Kuzco: Kuzco is always right Rule 2 of Kuzco: When Kuzco is not right, see rule nr.1 Peasants.

[carnival-confessions]

I absolutely love all the different personalities in the carnival and I wish there was time to get to know each character and person much, much better. Ugh.

[mrcharliebarkin-deactivated2014]

If I die

[mrcharliebarkin-deactivated2014]

Fuck if I know, but I definitely wouldn’t try the whole moving around thing. If I had to hazard a guess, I’d say we were suspended in air—because, you know, crashing isn’t enough.

[mygroovemymove]

Oh fuckity fuck. Who else is here. I tried moving but everything made creepy sounds.

[mrcharliebarkin-deactivated2014]

If I die

I swear to God I will come back to life just to punch whoever was driving this train in the face. 

[mygroovemymove]

Damn, I am with you, where are we even? Ugh, this is so not cool!

[not-the-dumb-one-blog]

What the..?

This is a new view from the window 

[mygroovemymove]

Oh man, what even happened?

[mygroovemymove]

Great! This is just great!

A big crash awakened Kuzco from his sleep. He fell out of his bed with a big 'thump' and groaned. Kuzco looked around the car and didn't dare to move. Other groans could be heard and for as far as he could see, everything was upside down. It was dark and he couldn't see a thing. He moved his fingers and toes to see if everything was still working the way it was supposed to work. He tried to roll away, but the car creaked dangerously. Great. This was just great.

He didn't move for another moment, listening, before he couldn't take it anymore. "Anyone still alive, besides me?" He shouted into the dark. Man, this was stupid.

[mygroovemymove]

QSKO. U SUK

No you suk. Get out loser, you didn’t even try!

[mygroovemymove]

The Prince & The Pauper || Kuzco & Tramp

[therunawaytramp-deactivated2015]

Coming upon a new face just lying down on the floor, Tramp laughed softly at the sight. Looking down on him, he tilted his head to the side as he lifted a brow.

"Hey, if you’re looking for a place to sleep, my friend, I could help you. ‘Spent a fair amount of time sleeping in rough spots myself." He snickered before extending a hand with a welcoming smile. "What’s your name, new fella?"

[mygroovemymove]

Kuzco turned his head slowly to the source of the voice.  He saw a scruffy young man looking at him with mirth in his eyes. Did he just snicker? Definitely a peasant. Kuzco considered not replying at all, but curiosity got the better of him. He scrambled up, in a very groovy manner, shaking hips and all, and brushed the dirt of his clothes. “No thank you, scruffy peasant.” Kuzco eyed the hand that was extended to him warily. He wanted to take the welcoming hand , but decided against it halfway and brought it back to brush his hair in a moment of trying to save himself in a cool way.“Sorry pal, no touchie. I hate touchies.”  He said, bringing one eyebrow up.

 “The name is Kuzco. That is K-U-Z-C-O. Kuzco. Don’t you forget it, scruffy peasant.”

[mygroovemymove]

Charity? | Kuzco & Flynn

[gfdesdrftghjhgfrgh-deactivated2]

Flynn tried his best not to laugh at the guy stood in front of him. He stood in silence while the stranger, who he now knew to be Kuzco, rambled on about his name in a way that Flynn had to really try hard to stop himself from mocking. After a few moments of silence, he looked up with a smirk on his face and his eyebrow arched. “What kind of a name is Kuzco?” He snorted, stopping himself because the guy already seemed hacked off enough - mind you, he was puny so it didn’t look like he exactly packed a punch. “At least you got the smoldering face part right though.” He grinned. “Too many people take these good looks for granted.” He brushed his fingers over his chin in a particularly vain manner, scratching his scruffy beard before he looked back at Kuzco once again. 

"Well I wouldn’t have thrown the coin otherwise, would I? Laying around on the ground like that - nine times outta ten that’s what a beggar would be doing around here. They cling on like leeches."

"Oh, you’re worried about my fantastic physique. I see, I see." Flynn’s suspicions were confirmed. How dare he? He was in fine, fiiiiiine form. The finest at the Carnival if you asked him. He unfolded his arms and patted his stomach lightly. "It’d take quite a few more burritos for me to loosen this belt, trust me. Looks like you could use a couple of them in you though." He shrugged nonchalantly. So, yeah, he was being a little rude, but this guy deserved it.

[mygroovemymove]

“Say are you just trying to get me mad? Because it’s not working, mister Blue Steel.  Stop smirking loser. My name is perfectly fine. I didn’t even catch yours. What was it again, Lame-o? Wat that it?” Kuzco was getting positively riled up. He inhaled and exhaled. He was cool. Yes very cool.  Kuzco rolled his eyes at the others vanity. At least  do it right.  Maybe he should shave that fuzz he has on his chin, Kuzco thought as he eyed it critically.

 Kuzco stepped back in disgust as soon he heard the word leeches. “Do I look like a leech to you, now? Don’t cover your bad judgement with another insult stoopid.” He replied as he regained his composure. Peasants. “Don’t even compare them to me, bulky.” Kuzco sighed as the them man before him patted his stomach. He didn’t even care that the man before him called him scrawny. He shrugged. “Hey I look amazing, I don’t need any stinkin’burito’s. Keep them to yourself, stinky.”He said as he put an arm on the shoulder of the man before him. He send him a pitying look. “Not everyone can be like me.”He sighed.

[carnival-confessions]

Kuzco has pretty face. A shame he has a pretty big ego.

[mygroovemymove]

Damn right,  I have a pretty face. Thank you for noticing. The obvious that is. As for that ego-thingey. I might as well ignore that, I am too pretty!

[disneyconceptsandstuff]

Visual Development from The Emperor’s New Groove

[mygroovemymove]

I have found out the most perfect song in the world!

[im-notyourgirl]

"Umm… so, don’t take this the wrong way…. buuuuuut, your song kinda sucks."

[mygroovemymove]

Why does it suck. You suck. But seriously why does it suck?

[mygroovemymove]

I have found out the most perfect song in the world!

[professionalconman-da]

Maybe by your standards, but hey they don’t seem high at all.

[mygroovemymove]

And how would you know. You're not looking inside my brainy brain, are you? You don't look high quality yourself.

[mygroovemymove]

I have found out the most perfect song in the world!

[stealingeveryonesleftshoe]

Lemme guess. A three year old wrote that.

[mygroovemymove]

Well, you actually look like a three year old. You. Not me. You. Boo yea!

[mygroovemymove]

I have found out the most perfect song in the world!

[soyouregoingtohang]

Oh yes I have looked at you. That thing on your shoulders is a little scary— you might want to get that checked out. I think the world would still be revolving— none of us exist to keep it moving.

[mygroovemymove]

Ahahah..ha..oh. You are serious. No. Not funny. That thing on my shoulders, as you so not charmingly called it, is the reason why the world is still moving. But let's not talk about you. We would be done in a minute an it wouldn't be very pretty, pal.

[mygroovemymove]

I have found out the most perfect song in the world!

[lexidust-deactivated20141012]

You wrote a song about me?

Dude, I mean, we don’t even know each other, but [he puts a hand on his chest dramatically, trying not to laugh]

[mygroovemymove]

Broski, no. You're right. Idon't know you. How could I write a song about you. Pff, big ego much.  That song describes me perfectly, man. 

[isntit-shock-ing]

Shock made a face, “Tigers aren’t any better. At least llamas are pretty lazy, don’t do much. Tigers are sassy with an attitude, harder to train. Besides we already have people working the tigers.” She raised a brow, “And what is exactly impressive about your character?” She leaned back looking up at the sky pondering the thought, “Eh I don’t think that works as well in a carnival. At least I wouldn’t want to do it. Everyone has jobs to do so they don’t have time to be waiting on you, plus it’s a lot of work being intimidating enough to keep us all in check. It takes a certain type of person to keep a person like me in line.” She winked at him then under breath scuffed misses and laughed lightly. She came to a stop in front of one of the cars and held an arm out toward the ladder into it, “Here we are.” 

[mygroovemymove]

Kuzco stared at her. What exactly was impressive about him? "Shock, buddy, pal..don't you see all of this?" He asked as he pointed to all of him. He was sure he wasn't giving her too much credit when he called her a cool chick. But not all people understood his greatness. She was not as peasanty as the rest of the peasants. But she had to understand his mastermind, as Kuzco liked to call it. He brought his thoughts back to the present when she said something. Kuzco lifted an eyebrow.

"Have you actually tried it? I mean okay, I understand, mister Scar-oh I am so scary-face is not easy to deal with. But he has, like, bad judgement. Like really bad judgement. He even made me take care of stinky llama's." Kuzco rolled his eyes as he climbed inside the diningcars. "Are you coming? You can tell me more about that special kind of person that can keep you in line." He grinned.

[mygroovemymove]

Charity? | Kuzco & Flynn

[gfdesdrftghjhgfrgh-deactivated2]

"Am I supposed to know who you are?” He stopped, raised one eyebrow, and looked him over with an expression that said only one thing - no, he had no idea who this guy was. “Peasant?” Flynn scoffed, laughing at the audacity of this guy. “What are you, some kinda jumped up asshole who’s too good for my money?” He crouched down an retrieved the coin, slipping it back into his pocket, because Flynn wouldn’t ever waste a penny like that.

Flynn’s other eyebrow joined the first one atop his forehead. “Oh yeah? And what’s that s’posed to mean?” He had an inkling of what it meant, but he just wanted to hear it, and kept his position - arms folded and tapping the front of each foot alternatively as he waited patiently for the stranger’s response.

[mygroovemymove]

"Who is not supposed to know who I am?" Kuzco answered dead serious. "My name is Kuzco. That is K-U-Z-C-O. Kuzco. Get it right, mister smoldery face." Kuzco said as he crossed his arms before his chest. The audacity of this man. His eyes traveled down as the young man before him crouched down and actually pocked that coin up and put it in his pocket. Kuzco wasn't really used to anyone behaving like that. No touchie the things on the ground. That was rule number 1 as he grew up. Later he changed it to 'Kuzco is always right.' Then he thought of something. "Did I actually look like a stinky bum to you?"

He totally ignored the patient tapping and grinned. "What do you think it's supposed to mean, buddy? Just a fair warning, is all. I mean, we don't want to add another hole to your belt, right?" He gave a wink and watched his face to see if his words had any effect.