|| Happy Despicably Dabangg Birthday Shreya! ||

Baar baar yeh din aaye, baar baar yeh gaaye

Tum jee o haazaro saal yehi hai aarzoo

Happy birthday to you!

O ho!

Happy Birthday to you!

A haaa!

Happy Birthday to you O Shreya!

Happy Birthday to you!

Now, we may not have had the chance to interact with you for an extended period of time, but whatever little communication we did have with you, it was more than enough for us to see how patient, hardworking, and fun you are!

So keeping that mind, we have created a chotu lambi si story for you. Now, we tried to keep it short, I swear! But kya kare, kuch cheezein out of control hogi.

Nevertheless, I hope you like it!

It was a boring day in Gru’s secret laboratory. Gru had taken the day off to go on a delightful picnic with the girls, and chose to leave the home in the care of his army of walking, talking Twinkies. As the gang danced and partied, professing their love for the potassium filled delicacies known as bananas, a random disc flew in from the evil villain mailbox, hitting Kevin in the face.

“Whaaat? tis ba?” Kevin exclaimed, waiving the disc in the air.

“Tis pik comida?” Stuart yelled.

“Tis ba mobie!!” Kevin screamed.

He ran over to the computer and put in the disk and clicked some buttons.

“Munni Badnam Hui, Darling tere liye,” randomly played across the laboratory. A scantily clad Malaika Arora danced alongside a moustached police officer.

“Boooooo!” One minion yelled. “No quer mobie.”

Kevin panicked and pressed another button.

“Hum tum mein itne ched karenge ... ki confuse ho jaoge ki saans kahan se le ... aur paadein kahan se.”

The minions twitched, shook, and screamed. They hadn’t seen anything this terrifying since the days of watching cavemen fight.

“No mas! No Mas!” They yelled.

Suddenly another disc flew in through the villain mailbox and hit Kevin in the face again. Kevin grabbed the disc and analyzed it. It was the same name, and face, but with a 2 next to it.

Bob grabbed the disc, and held it high over his head. The laboratory filled with the cries of boos and no’s. Bob put a banana sticker over the man’s face. “BANANA” he screamed, and everyone yelled back “BANANAAAA!” They chanted and danced around Bob, celebrating him saving the day.

That’s when another disc flew in and hit Bob’s stuffed bear in the face. Bob picked it up and saw the same title, the same face, and now a 3 next to it.

“Ba yam WARo” Bob screamed. This person had attempted to kill his stuffed bear, and he was not going to take this lightly. Instead of romancing, embracing, and smooching a banana, this vile fool was romancing girls who were probably Margo’s age. Instead of creating heart wrenching stories that moved even the dullest creature, he was in music videos that had him dancing like a llama wearing high heels. No. This was a curse on the entertainment industry and as new consumers of this atrocity, Bob was not going to stand for this.

“WARo” Bob yelled.

“WARoooo!” the others yelled.

The Minions quickly headed towards the Airport and booked themselves tickets to Mumbai, India. Upon arrival, they headed towards Sallu’s movie set and started to dispose of the entire cast, crew, and set.

Sallu was in his trailer trimming his fake moustache. “Utna hi maaro ... jitna ki khud bardaash kar sako.” A minion knocked on his trailer door. Manners and all that.

“Hum busy hai.” Sallu replied. “Baad mein aana.”

The minions broke down the trailer door, grabbed Sallu, and lifted him over their heads.

“Hey hey, main Sallu Bhoi hoon. Tum sab mein itna ched kar dunga ...”

The minions dropped Sallu on the ground and surrounded him. They beat him up, and were going to leave him when Dave pulled out a buzzer. He had a twisted look in his eyes as he clicked it on.

Bzzzzzzzzzzz.

Two minutes later, Sallu had lost his greasy locks of oily nonsense, and was reverted into the looks from Tere Naam.

“Hahaha le bis weird,” Kevin said.

The minions looked at Sallu and they all broke out laughing. “Le bis weird! Le bis weird!”

“Wait!” Bob said. He held his bear in one hand and the three part movie discs in the other. “Oudbut Lom!” He yelled. The minions quickly found some rope and tied Sallu up to a chair.

“Haga lom copa.” They watched as Sallu sat through Dabangg, Dabanng 2, and Dabanng 3.

“Mujhe maaf karo bhaiyon.”

Stuart, who was wearing a red wig and a pink frock, cracked a sugar bottle over Sallu’s head.

“Sorry. Bhaiyon aur beheno.” Sallu cried.

The minions stared at each other and broke into conversation. It was eventually decided to leave the movies on repeat and walk away. But not before taking selfies! The minions all lined up and one by one, they stood next to a bound Sallu, made a goofy face, and waited for Phil to take a picture (with flash on of course for the best lighting).

Since they had already traveled across the seas to come to India, they figured they might as well have a little fun of their own. They rented a big tempo and roamed through Mumbai traffic stopping at every billboard to take a picture as a memento. As they passed through the market, they heard some music playing at a nearby outdoor restaurant.

“PAR-TAY” screamed Stuart. And the minions all rushed over to explore.

“Ho Jai Jai Shiva Shankar, Aaj mood hai bhayankar!!” A handsome man of the perfect muscular proportions danced smoothly on the miniature screen.

The minions all saw themselves running on the beach, eating bananas, and dancing with this man.

Then a scrawny little boy appeared, and started dancing.

“GO BOK GO BOK!” they all screamed.

The dhaba wala stared at the yellow blobs not understanding what they were asking. They screamed until the handsome man of their recent fantasies appeared again.

Kevin turned to the dhaba wala and asked, “Ben tis le? Ben tis le??”

The dhaba wala shook his head in confusion. Kevin sighed. He looked around and called Stuart.

Kevin pointed at the TV screen who had Hunkalicious dancing away, then pointed to Stuart, and then pointed back to Hunky Honey.

Dhaba wala shook his head again.

Kevin pointed at the TV, pointed at Stuart, and pointed back to the TV. Dhaba wala shook his head. Kevin sighed. He pointed at the TV, smacked Stuart, who widened his eyes, stuck out his tongue, and drooled over the counter. “Ben tis le?”

“Oh kaun hai yeh. Aacha aacha. Apna Duggu hai.”

“Duggu?” Kevin repeated.

“Duggu.” The dhaba wala smiled.

“DUGGU!” Kevin announced.

The minions spread out and searched Mumbai far and wide. They found Duggu posters, billboards, and cardboard cutouts (which they conveniently took with them), but no Duggu himself.

They finally returned to the Film City ... when they saw Duggu riding a golf cart. His silky hair flowed in the hair as he chatted with the golf cart driver.

“Duggu!!!” They yelled, but he couldn’t hear them and they couldn’t catch up to him. They sighed happily, at least they found Duggu.

“Eth plan” Dave said. And the minions surrounded Dave as he explained the plan. Operation Capture Duggu was underway.

Equipped with a large body sized bag, rope, and a large stick to whack Duggu over the head with, the Minions went out for their expedition.

While the Minions were out, Tom and Jerry had been delegated with a very simple task: watch over Sallu Bhoi.

Now, for anyone else, this would have been easy peasy. Keeping an eye over a crying old man, how hard could that be? And it would have been if Jerry hadn’t teased Tom about Sallu Bhoi looking like him when he cried.

Tom, not being one to take any of Jerry’s nonsense and feeling awfully hungry because of how no food was provided, ran after him to make a delicious mouse sandwich out of him, or maybe scrambled mouse, or even roasted mouse. All those sounded so delicious..

Now, Jerry has always had a habit of getting his way, but with Sallu Bhoi in the house, how could he not channel the all awesome dabangiri into himself?

It wasn’t too long after that the Minions came back with their prized possession. Now, Duggu wasn’t used to dealing with yellow blobs who have very limited speaking skills, but even he’s smart enough to deduce that they were asking him to dance. Assuming that will be his ticket out of this mess, he did what he does the best.

Seeing Duggu dance, the Minions couldn’t help but join in! They tried to get him to dance with them one-on-one, a la amor style, but Duggu was not having it. Until Stuart entered the fray. Duggu took one look at Stuart and he couldn’t take his eyes off him.

“May I please have this dance milady.” Duggu said, holding out his hand.

Stuart’s eyes widened. “Plano con me?” He giggled and took Duggu’s hand. Duggu kissed Stuart’s yellow, pudgy hand and blushed. Duggu lifted Stuart into the air, put his arm around Stuart’s waist, brought him in close, and swayed gently.

The minion in charge of DJing quickly changed the music to a slow dance for Stuart and Duggu.

“You know ... I don’t know your name.” Duggu whispered.

Stuart was too happy to talk. He just stared into Duggu’s deep green eyes and imagined what life would be like. He would wake up early in the morning and prepare some delicious breakfast. He would snuggle with Duggu in bed and they could feed each other toast and cereal. He would rub Duggu’s back in the shower, and Duggu would help him clean his. They would exercise, and dance together. They would even watch the sunset together.

Kevin pulled on Duggu’s shirt. “Stuart. Lo nomba tis Stuart.”

Duggu looked confused. “Stuart huh? That’s a cute name. I like that. Stuart. Stew-urt. Mmmm delicious.”

Stuart just stared back, too happy to say anything.

Kevin pulled on Duggu’s shirt. “Le att tu nomba mac.” He paused. “Stuart like name.” He said slowly.

The DJ began to pick up the beat and Duggu put Stuart down and started dancing and lip singing the lyrics.

“Tu tu tu tu meri ri ri mein tera ra hone laaaggaaaa.” He danced pointing at Stuart.

“Tu tu tu tu meri ri ri mein tera ra hone laagaaaa.”

Stuart blushed and started dancing alongside Duggu.

Getting to see the god of dance perform before them, sparked an ingenious idea into the minds of the Minions. Some of them began whispering amongst themselves about how they should keep Duggu with them forever, while others thought of how they could become a great dancer like him. Learning from him was not a viable option as several Minions had started to brawl with each other when they tried to get too close to Duggu.

However, the technologically devious of the lot, thought to simply create a device wherein they could 'download' Hrithik’s dancing skills into themselves and become the next dance masters of the world. Pleased with this idea, the Minions excitedly got to work.

Kangu Darling, like always, was not too pleased to hear about the latest development that came into Hrithik’s life. She had made several protests against the Minions showing favoritism by hiring Duggu into being their personal dancer.

She admits that the man is a fairly good dancer, great even! His skills are certainly something to be envious of - not that she is of course. She simply did not consider it to be fair that only he was hired. Was it his male privilege that gave him this exclusive right, or was it the nepotistic blood that was running through his veins?

Whatever the case, she had made sure to tell her sister, Rangu, to tweet about it.

The next morning when Kangu Darling woke up, she did not expect to find herself stranded on a yacht in the middle of the ocean.

“Mujhe yahan kaun lekar aaya!” She yelled, walking around the yacht, hoping to find someone on whom she can unleash her unbridled rage. “Arre koi samne aa gaye ke nayi? Mujhe kidnap karne ki itni himaat hai, toh samne kyun ni aate, you bloody cowards! Jaante bhi ho ki mein kaun hoon?”

She stomped her foot, looking around the ship’s cabin. She paused seeing a yellow sticky note on the ship’s wooden wheel.

It read: If you wish to be a part of our project, then simply follow the clues, and find your way back.

Kangu Darling began seeing red. She trembled as she clutched onto the sticky note. She finally exploded like a volcano, and let out the most high pitched sound that she could muster while screaming out, “KARAN!”

Hearing the monstrous shrill awoke Skipper, Kowalski, Rico, and Private from their small nap. They hadn’t realized they had a banshee as their hostage. They quickly made their way over to the source of the scream, and saw their hostage huffing and puffing, and muttering incoherent abuses under her breath.

Rico was all but ready to subdue Kangu Darling again, when he was stopped by Skipper.

“Not yet Rico. Let’s just enjoy this for a while.” Skipper said.

The four penguins brought out their snacks, and watched as Kangu Darling tried to find a way out of the yacht but to no avail.

Skipper had been munching on Cheezy Dibbles when Kangu Darling had finally re-entered the ship’s cabin, and was startled upon seeing the four of them on the control panel.

“What are you-” She started, “Kaun, kya, tum kaunsi cheez ho?” She asked Skipper.

“It’s not Cheez ho, it’s a Cheezy Dibble. You want one?” He asked, offering the bag.

“Chee!” She squirmed, and looked away, holding onto her nose. “Itni gandi badbu.”

“Well, that’s not very nice.” Private remarked, feeling hurt by Kangu’s insinuation.

“Nice?” Kangu retorted. “What is nice about this huh? You kidnap me, put me in the middle of the ocean, and I’m supposed to be nice to you? Nice toh meri jhooti bhi ni hoga tumhare saath.” She glared, and pointed a finger at Private.

Rico pulled Private behind him, and growled at Kangu, making her step back.

“Just be nice and apologize.” Kowalski advised.

“No, I won’t be nice! I will never be nice to a bunch of squawking birds. What even are you? Tum toh udh bhi ni sakte, toh mujh par kaise hukam chalaoge?” Kangu yelled. “Jaante bhi ho ki mein kaun hoon? Jhansi ki rani hoon mein! I am the QUEEN. You don’t tell me what to do, I-”

She was interrupted by Skipper who forebodingly said:

Whatever Kangu was going to say next remains unknown, as she fell down an empty hole.

“What are you going to do Skipper?” Private asked.

“It’s time to make the Queen meet the King.” Skipper answered.

As soon as the blindfolds were removed from her eyes, Kangu Darling began looking around for the four penguins with manic eyes. To her immense horror, she was surrounded by scrawny looking, furry rodents instead. One of them was screeching at a pitch so high, it made Kangu’s ears hurt.

"KING JULIAN KING JULIAN. OH I WANT TO TALK TO THE WOMAN. CAN I TALK TO THE WOMAN. PLEASE LET ME TALK TO THE WOMAN. WE CAN TALK SO MUCH. OH PLEASE KING JULIEN I WANT TO TALK TO HER." The little ball of fur asked the taller, leaner looking one.

King Julien responded, “Okay fine Mort. You may talk to her.”

Within a blink of an eye, the little rodent named Mort zoomed from the King’s side to Kangu’s and began brushing up against her legs.

“Get away from me!” Kangu kicked it away.

When the music stopped playing, and the rodents snapped their heads towards her, she knew she was in trouble.

Kangu Darling turned her attention to the lean, grey striped rodent. It was wearing a green leafy crown of some sort which she scoffed at because of how tacky it looked. The rodent was eating something that looked awfully like a shrimp. She hadn’t ever seen a rat eat a shrimp before.

Dread filled her. What if she was next? Were they going to eat her too? Is that why those stupid birds brought her here? So that she could be eaten alive by rats? No, there was no way she would die in a jungle surrounded by ugly looking rodents.

Putting on her best smile, she spoke to the grey rodent. “Mr. Chua," The rodent stopped the fork that was being airplanes into his mouth by another grey, plumper looking rat. "Dekhiye, mujhe yaha ni marna, so can you please let me go?"

"What did she just call me?" The leaner one asked the plumper one.

"I believe she called you a rat Your Highness." It answered.

The leaner one gave one of the most dramatic gasps that Kangu had ever heard of in her life.

"How dare you call me a RAT! I am NOTHING like one of those filthy creatures. Just look at my beauty - have you ever seen anything more gorgeous than moi?"

"Dekha na meine. Mein har roz khud ko aine mein dekhti hoon."

There was a moment of silence before everyone erupted into a cacophony of laughter.

"Has kyun re ho?" Kangu asked, in a shrill voice. “It’s true!”

“Oye chue, hasna band kar okay!” Kangu yelled, feeling highly annoyed.

The laughter stopped, and an unsettling silence crept in.

Maurice, in stern words, told Kangu, “You do NOT speak to King Julien in that tone. Consider yourself lucky that you are a Queen, or you would have been fed to the Fossas by now.”

Kangu gulped, as the other rodents repeated Fossa’s name in hushed whispers.

“Haan, toh, mein kissi Fossa Wossa se ni darr thi. Jhansi ki Rani hoon mein. Meine toh angrezo ko bhaaga diya tha. Toh yeh Fossa kya cheez hai.” She spoke haughtily.

There was another moment of silence, before King Julien and Maurice looked at each other and broke into yet another bout of laughter.

“You must be coming from the land of the Funnies.” King Julien remarked, eating a whole shrimp.

“No, I’m from Mumbai, India. You know Bollywood? Movies? I star in them.” Kangu said.

King Julien took heed to her words. “A star?”

“Yeah, big star.” Kangu carried on, knowing that she got his attention. “Lights, camera, action. Everyone’s a big fan. Puri duniya jaanti aur pyaar karti hai mujhe.”

King Julien’s eyes widened as he imagined himself being an equally big, if not bigger, star than the curly haired creature before him.

“Maurice, new plan.” King Julien announced, standing up, and putting his tiny hands on his waist. “I will go back with this curly haired beast, and become a big star.”

“Do you think that’s wise?” Maurice cautioned.

“Of course it is! Why should she all get all the fun? The whole world deserves to feast their eyes on my gorgeous, sexy booty.” King Julien justified, while doing a little shimmy. As the music got louder, and the crowd even wilder, King Julien told Maurice to get the plane ready so that they could leave immediately.

The loud partying carried on until King Julien, Maurice, the round eyed Mort, and Kangu Darling had boarded the plane. She should have been surprised to see the same four penguins in the cockpit of the plane, but she somehow wasn’t. Instead, she glared at Skipper, who she knew had expected to see her suffer instead of being taken back home so easily.

She had been about to take her seat, when she was stopped by King Julien.

She glanced at the chewed out seats, the rustic screws, and nails, and the numerous brown, and black stains that coated the inner walls. If this was first class, she did not want to know what the economy looked like.

She took a step into the next room, and found it to be equally, if not more, shabby than the first one. She fastened her seatbelt as tightly as it would go around her waist, and took in deep breaths.

The plane lifted off in what had to be one of the most turbulent manners that Kangu had ever endured. She immediately started praying to every god that she knew.

Meanwhile, back on the Dabangg set, Tom and Jerry had come to a mutual agreement because they got a rather nasty phone call from the producer, Arbhuj Tarbhuj, who seemed fine having his brother tied up and guarded by a cat and a mouse. Kuch locha nahi lagta kya? Shayad he’s jealous ... he wanted to dance to Babita badnaam hui, Jetha ke liye, but all he got was Bhaabhi badnaam hui, Devar ke liye.

Tom and Jerry paced back and forth, behind and in front of, left and right, over and under Sallu. Sallu had grown tired of being forced to watch his dancing again and again. He knew he was the best dancer and actor in the world, but he needed to move, and with the cat and mouse up in his business at all times, it was hard to do so. He needed a diversion.

“Hey Mousey,” he whispered. “I shot an endangered blackbuck when I was younger.”

Jerry stared at him for a second.

“Poaching is fun.”

Jerry’s right eye twitched. He sighed, lowered his head, and marched away.

Tom, meanwhile, noticed Jerry had disappeared. He started marching around Sallu and the TV. Every time Tom passed him, Sallu would silently begin working on escaping from his ropes.

Suddenly, Jerry flew through the sky with a baseball bat in his tiny hands. He swung, and *CRACK* he smacked Tom in the head with the baseball bat. Tom reeled for a second, and fell onto Sallu’s lap. Little baby chicks circled around his head.

Sallu smirked. “Now now Jerry. That wasn’t nice to hit poor old Tom like that.”

Jerry shook his head and prepared to take another swing.

Sallu dodged at the second, and again Tom got smacked by the baseball bat.

“How mean Jerry. Hurting poor Tom like that for no reason ... or is it because Tom is a Cat. Tom Cat. Meow Meow.”

Jerry first stared at Sallu with intense hatred and then watched Tom slowly get up. He tried to apologize, but Tom was past the point of convincing. Tom grabbed the baseball bat and started trying to hit Jerry with it. Jerry bolted under tables, behind props, and around the floor but Tom was always hot on his tail.

Unable to take so many misses, the baseball bat finally cracked. Tom threw the bat aside and looked for other props.

“Oh Tom bhai! Come here, take this rope and capture Jerry like a cowboy.”

Tom’s eyes lit up and he rushed over to Sallu, untied him, and created a lasso. He swung the rope above his head, yelled out a war cry, and tossed the lasso at a running Jerry. Jerry tried to duck, but the lasso quickly tightened itself around Jerry’s tiny waist. Tom relished slowly pulling the rope closer to him, watching Jerry struggle to escape but unable to do so. Tom dragged Jerry across the set until he found a thick book to drop on Jerry. Just as he was about to do it, Jerry pointed at the empty chair. Sallu had escaped!

They quickly realized their folly and Tom untied Jerry for a temporary truce. They began looking for Sallu but he seemingly vanished without a trace.

As the dance party continued, the disco lights throbbed, and the air was lit with the sound of music, the doors suddenly banged open and Sallu stumbled in.

The music stopped and everyone focused their eyes on what had become of the Dabangg star.

Duggu held back a grin, and asked, “Aare Bhai. Kya hua?”

Sallu just stared coldly at Duggu. “Chup, Bsdk.”

The Minions just stared. They had never heard of that word before, but it seemed exciting.

“To Bsdk” they yelled pointing at Sallu.

“HATTTT!” he yelled back. He glanced around the room searching for a phone to call for his personal chopper. He had enough of this place and wanted to go back home. That’s when he noticed Duggu had taken out his phone and was recording the scene.

“AABE, PHONE DEH ABHI.” Sallu screeched, his voice putting banshees to shame.

Duggu glanced up and took a step back. Sallu grimaced and began running towards Duggu, grabbing any Minion that stood in his way by their head and chucking them away.

As Sallu neared Duggu, a brave Minion stood between Sallu and Duggu. He wore a red wig and had a pink frock. Stuart. “Ka'm non pata da seep to kaylay dug.” He yelled. He wasn’t going to let Sallu have Duggu.

Sallu stared at Stuart, then grabbed him by his red pigtails and swirled him around his head launching him to the opposite site where he lay injured.

Duggu’s eyes reddened. He closed his eyes, tossed his phone to a nearby Minion and slapped his thighs. “Don’t F*cking Touch STUART YOU F*CK!”

Sallu grinned and beckoned Duggu. Duggu closed in and threw a punch, Sallu dodged.

“That is the best you got?” Sallu mocked. He ripped off his shirt revealing a beer belly. He turned to the Minion that was recording him, “When you post this online, make sure you give me 8-pack abs okay.”

The Minion spit in disgust.

Sallu started throwing punches left and right, catching Duggu with each blow. Stuart, seeing his sugarbutt being taken down, screamed and dove towards Sallu. But Sallu just punched Stuart away.

Duggu was visibly pissed. As he wiped the blood from his face, he noticed something was tugging at his shirt. He looked down to see a teary Dave holding a familiar black shaped mask. “Toop nano Steve.” He urged Duggu to win for Steve.

Duggu put on the mask and the air around his suddenly felt lighter, his body stronger, and his energy to the max. As he channeled in his energy, a mysterious light surrounded him. His muscles started to bulge, his hair got longer, spikier, and more blonde. AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

The Minions stared in awe.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Suddenly the light disappeared and before them stood Super Saiyan Krrish. With a blink of an eye, he teleported directly behind Sallu, and sent him flying to the opposite end where he juggled him in the air using only his gluteus maximus. The minions loved it and after Duggu-Krrish tossed Sallu aside, they all cheered and formed a line to have a chance to be graced by gentle smacks of Duggu’s heavenly butt muscles.

All was fun, until ... Sallu rose again. “Ab tera bura waqt shuru Duggu.”

As if right on queue, Kangu Darling burst through the door, yelling, “Mein aa gayi!”

To her utter dismay, no one bothered to show her any attention.

“Oohh, a dance party!” King Julien exclaimed, as he shook his tushy and made his way onto the dance floor. Mort, and Marius followed after him, grooving away to the catchy beat and tunes.

Kangu rolled her eyes at them. Seeing her sacha pyaar Duggu, Kangu skipped her way over to him.

“Honeybun!" She cried, "oh sweety, you won't believe the kind of days I've had. Jante ho, I was kidnapped by penguins. PENGUINS, I tell you. It was horrifying." She looped one arm around Duggu’s and rested her head on it. "Aur jante ho ke iske peeche kaun tha? Woh kameena nepotism ka baap Karan." She spat out his name disgustingly. "Usse toh na mein jail pohancha kar rahungi."

Sallu's eyes lit up. "Haan!" He yelled. "Tujhe aisa hi karna chahiye. Mein toh keh ra hoon, ki tum unhe yehi bula lo."

"Baby, yeh bhikari kaun hai?" Kangu whispered to Duggu, taking a few steps back when the man with the buzz cut tried to approach her. The minions however, pulled him back.

"Yeh, uh, he's Sallu Bhoi." Duggu said, trying to get out of Kangu’s grip.

Kangu Darling checked Sallu Bhoi out, and could not believe her eyes. The buzz cut, the raggy, dirty clothes, the shackles tied around his neck, legs, and arms - he looked nothing less than a prisoner. She burst out laughing, and soon, the whole room echoed doing the same.

"Eyy! Hass kyun ri hai?" Sallu asked.

Kangu Darling couldn’t bother with a reply. She simply carried on laughing. Clutching her stomach, she had tumbled over a few steps, not really watching where she was going. When she went to lean over a table for support, she hadn’t noticed all the shiny buttons she had accidently sat on.

Sallu Bhoi who was getting increasingly infuriated at every one laughing at him, let out one loud scream. It did the trick of silencing everyone for a few moments. Sallu Bhoi shook and kicked the few minions who were holding him down. He snapped his head towards Kangu Darling whose laughter was tapering off. As a bull prepares itself in the ring before it attacks its victim, Sallu did the same. Ready to head butt Kangu, Sallu Bhoi ran towards her. Kangu simply stood there and screamed, while the Minions tried to intervene. Unfortunately for them, Sallu Bhoi was no longer in the mood to be made captive by the yellow blobs any longer. He pushed, and kicked, and swatted away any of the Minions that tried to come in his way.

Kangu Darling finally gained some movement in her feet and tried to escape. He however was right on her tail, right up until he tripped over seemingly nothing and fell right onto his face. Looking behind him, he saw Jerry blowing him a raspberry. Sallu Bhoi was about to strangle the little mouse, when it gestured to look towards the right. There, standing behind a large machine was Tom, waving at him. All Sallu Bhoi could do was look at him in shock, before he was zapped by a bright, yellow light. Kangu Darling coughed as the intense smoke got in her face.

There, standing in the place of the bhikari Sallu Bhoi was a creature straight out of someone's nightmares.

Kangu Darling had just enough time to scream before the police arrived.

"Kya bolte re Minions? Badhu saaru che?" Asked the thin moustached man. He was gleefully giving the Minions high fives.

"Kya Duggu sahab? Aaj apun ko kaise yaad kiya?" He asked, shaking Duggu’s hand.

Duggu sighed and shook his head. "Now, what do I say Simba? Samaj ni aara ki mein kya kahun, kaise kahun."

"Seedhe seedhe bindaas hokar bol na."

Taking a deep breath, Duggu spoke. "Well, yeh mera peecha ni chod ri. I'm telling you, she has gone mad. Restraining order diya hua hai, and she's still clinging onto me. Like literally clinging on." He gestures to the arm Kangu Darling was hanging off of a few minutes ago.

"Acha, toh aurat ka chakkar hai." Simba twirled his stick, and walked over to Kangu Darling.

"Kya Madam," He spoke to Kangu, "kai ko itna lafra le ri ho. Consent dono taraf jaata hai." He motioned between them both. "No means no for everybody. Kya samji?"

"Mein kuch ni samji, aur meine kuch galat ni kiya!" Kangu stomped. "Galat toh mere saath hua. I was kidnapped. Kidnapped, jante ho ki woh kya hai?" She yelled at him. "Aur woh bhi by penguins! PENGUINS! You know, jinko udh na ni aata," she made flapping motions with her arms, "except inn chaar penguins ko udh na aata hai! Khud ko ni ek plane ko. And guess what, yeh jo chua naache jaa ra hai, yeh toh ek raja hai jisse star ban na hai. Aur yeh jo star hai," she pointed at the newly created minion, "yeh ab tatti hai aur koi ni believe karega ki yeh Sallu Bhoi hai."

Duggu walked up to a silent Simba whispered into his ear, "Bola na, yeh ladki pagal hai."

Simba nodded his head in affirmation. He snapped his fingers, and the female police officers grabbed Kangu Darling and took her away.

"Kahan le jaa re ho mujhe?" She asked, trying to get out of their grips.

"Tumhare saasural." Simba answered, with a gleeful smile. "Badme milte hai Duggu Bhai. Iss yedi ko pehle sambhal loon."

"Of course, thank you so much for coming." They shook hands, and Simba left giving all the minions flying kisses.

Grinning with relief, he walked over to Salminion, bent down and told him one simple thing: And that's how you get rid of a psychopath.

Chuckling, he yelled, "Turn up the music!"

The minions all shouted in cheer. The loud music muffled any protests Salminion was making, and everyone jumped onto the dance floor. It was a great day to party, not that they needed an excuse of course.

And FINALLY, we can say,

CREDITS

Concept: asmaanixx

Writing: asmaanixx, guenhwyvar

Editing: ProfMcGonagall

Graphics: proteeti

Coordinator: Mannmohanaa

|| MESSAGES ||

_._shibani_._

Wish you a very Happy Birthday Shreya, you are an amazing Mod and an awesome game host Wish you all the happiness, love and success in the world and hope you have an amazing day.

NitaReid

Happy Birthday Shreya , Hope you have an amazing year ahead filled with health and happiness .

SoniRSippu21

Happy birthday to the strongest mod ever aka our Shreya Oh btw Minions and Salman wishing you a dabang birthday. I remember we 1st interacted with some CID talks and it was so good to talk abt CID talks hehe. Keep rocking Shreya, may your year be filled with joy and happiness. Cant wait for your BB game. Enjoy your day

Lots of Love

guenhwyvar

Here comes Shreya,

*clap clapclap claaapp*

All dressed in yellow,

*clap clap clap claaapp*

Wearing a pillow,

*clap clap clap claaapp*

Riding an armadillo.

*clap clap clap claaapp*

Yes, that's a tiny horse creature, but you have to ..

Okay where was I?

Right ... Armadillo.

Here's an armadillo.

It's singing a song.

It's singing a song about your birthday.

So put on your birthday cap and join us,

It's what it's all about.

ZOBBIE DOBIE MUSICA BLOOHBLAAAHHHH

You put the birthday girl in,

You take the birthday girl out,

You throw the birthday girl in,

and you sprinkle her with cake chunks.

You do the birthday dance,

And shake all around

because that's what today's about.

You put Vansh in,

You put Vansh out,

You put Vansh in,

and let Shreya smooch him around.

You let them enjoy these magical moments

While we all close our eyes,

because that's what today's about.

Actually, I don't think you're a huge Vansh fan ... hmmm ... koi nahi. IMMJ2 ka forum hai. Ladies, aaj Vansh par sirf Shreya ka hakh hai. If you have any issues, we can fight in PMs.

I think this has been weird enough, so ... here is the birthday message:

Hi Shreya, it's me. You probably don't remember me very well, so I'll remind you. I'm the person who has been trying to get a WL for the last 204 days and have been refused each time.

Oh that reminds me...

Me: ARE YOU READY GIRLS

GIRLS: YEAH

ME: I CAN’T HEAR YOU

GIRLS: CHAL NA BC. JALDI GAANA.

ME: HMPH.

OOOOOOH WHO LIVES IN A HOUSE IN CANADA?

SHREYA MINIONITE

A GIRL AND SUPER NICE IS SHE?

SHREYA MINIONITE

IF CRAZY NONSENSE BE SOMETHING YOU SEEK?

SHREYA MINIONITE

THEN PM HER NOW FOR A WL YOU GEEK.

READY?

SHREYA MINIONITE

SHREYA MINIONITE

SHREYAAAAAAAAAAAA MINIONITEEEEE

HO-HO-HO-HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHREYA.

Okay, the weirdness has gone long enough ... where was I now?

Right ... birthday message.

*silence*

On September 2, a bunch of stuff happened. Most weren’t the best, some were gruesome, and yet more just sucked. There were good things that happened like the first girls’ school opened in the Netherlands in 1867, Napoleon III surrenders, first sci-fi film was released, the first transatlantic round-trip air flight in 1936, Vietnam was declared independent from France, ChuChu Nehru forms the government in India, President Ford signs the Employee Retirement Income Security Act, ...

Suffice to say, I think that you being born today was the best thing that has happened during September 2 history. We only got to communicate with each other briefly during the Harry Potter trials, but I’m glad we did. You are a wonderful, kind, genuine person and I’m glad

Now I’m going to ruin this beautiful moment because that’s what I do best! I think you were the one who gave me my first WL on IF. So I’m upping the request. I want 40% WL effective immediately. That will be my birthday gift to you. The joy of giving someone a WL. Let the evil desires to assert power engulf you.

Crowd: DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT

Me: DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT

Minions: DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT

You probably won’t do it, so until next time Shreya ... have a wonderful, supremely awesome COVID-19 birthday! Stay safe, stay healthy, and FU*K YOU COVID.

Happy Birthday :)

TC_FA

When I say you deserve every blessing that comes your way, I wasn't making it up. You deserve the good things in life, not just because today is your birthday, but because you have a wonderful heart. I wish you a happy birthday that will unlock more amazing moments in your lifeHappy Birthday Shreya. Stay blessed always ❤️

ProfMcGonagall

Happy birthday soulmate! May you have a great day

The story was awesome all of you! It was hilarious. 🤣 But what did you do to Salman??? 😒

Kher Dugguuuuuu haye. ☺️ Back off Stuart. He's mine.

A very lovely thread and thank you for such beautiful wishes.

Shyam what tune am I supposed to be singing your song to? 😆

Oouiii maa..ee kaa hui gawa

Hamre Robin Hood pandeyji ka kya kar diya haal

Oonha Hrithik ka dance lag raha hai maayajaal ☢️

Kangu ki nazar padhi toh ho jayegi gusse se laal 😡

Thread makers ne toh sach mein kar diya kamaal 👏

Minionite ke birthday pe minions macha rahe dhamaal

Sheep game result ki tension chhado yaaro ❓

Join the party yahan saade naal 🥳

Happy Birthday Shreya ❤️

Originally posted by: Minionite

The story was awesome all of you! It was hilarious. 🤣 But what did you do to Salman??? 😒

Kher Dugguuuuuu haye. ☺️ Back off Stuart. He's mine.

A very lovely thread and thank you for such beautiful wishes.

Shyam what tune am I supposed to be singing your song to? 😆

Song 1 (the clapping one) should give you the rhythm.

Song 2 (the armadillo song) is heavy metal so just stick out your tongue, rock your head back and forth and try reading the lyrics.

Song 3 (the in-out song) is sung in the Hokey Pokey tune

Song 4 (the Oooooooh song) is sung in the Spongebob tune

Happy Birthday Shreya🥳 many many happy returns of the day Have a blessed bdayWe have interacted very less but those interactions showed me how patient and fair and open minded you are. And very strong too and can handle anything that comes your way⭐️You are sweet yet strong so I wish you a very dabaang and happy bday😳

Originally posted by: Minionite

The story was awesome all of you! It was hilarious. 🤣 But what did you do to Salman??? 😒

Kher Dugguuuuuu haye. ☺️ Back off Stuart. He's mine.

A very lovely thread and thank you for such beautiful wishes.

Shyam what tune am I supposed to be singing your song to? 😆

Am so glad you loved it Shreya! 🤗

It was legit all last minute work, so the fact that we were able to pull this off both amazes and surprises me. 😆

Vaise, for that crackalicious bday message, Babua deserves a WL.