#Wubble bubble tv#

He made sure to be as careful as possible while opening it as to not damage his prize.Īs Autumn opened it up, he found a note on top, a simple thank you note for ordering the “Unpoppable Wubble Bubble Ball”. His hands were shaking as he brought the box inside, setting it on the table and grabbing the scissors. When the package arrived on the fourth day, he just wanted to dig his claws into the box and rip it open. He felt so close to achieving at least some semblance of his long-held dreams. At work his mind kept dragging him down into daydreams about what his toy would feel like, how soft the surface would feel, how it’d squish between his hands. When he woke up, he could have almost sworn that the package was just right outside his door, until he remembered the 4-6 day shipping.įor those four days he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Eventually he calmed himself down enough to go to bed, though it took him some time to fall asleep.Īs he slept, he was occupied with dreams of receiving his package in the mail, opening it over and over again as his dreams were played on loop.

He stood up jumping around like a kid on Christmas morning. He was so excited that he could barely contain himself. Since it was required, Autumn went ahead and confirmed, finishing the order. This one was giving consent for what was referred to as the “Wubble Test Survey” that would need to be completed “at a later date”. He calmed himself down briefly in order to look for the box that stopped the spam emails.Īfter he clicked that box, there was an unexpected third box. At the end there were the checkboxes he had to click for acknowledging the terms and conditions. Autumn plugged in that phrase into a search and he found it, a real site selling experimental wubble balls.Īutumn’s heart skipped a beat, his hands shaking in excitement as he quickly filled out the online forms to order his own wubble. It had stolen the image of a red wubble ball, and some text describing it. It was one of those sites that steal images and text from other sites all over the web, but it finally gave him the missing piece. He was starting to lose hope when he found a reference to it on some shady site. He tried as many keyword combinations he could think of. He was at it for over an hour trying to find the mysterious toy. As a wolf, this would be a necessary defense against the claws on his hands and feet. As he lurked online forums he heard about an “experimental” kind of wubble, one said to not pop from sharp objects. Over the years the makers of that toy added more versions, like one that was 4ft tall or one meant to be filled with helium. Now that he has his own apartment and lives alone, he can finally get the wubble he always wanted.

Unfortunately for him at the time he was still too young to have his own house and privacy, so he had to sit and wait until he was out on his own. It was marketed as a ball that looked just like a bubble, and the best part was that it didn’t pop!

#Wubble bubble tv#

The craving he had for this sensation was what led him to tonight’s search.Ī few years ago, he had seen TV commercials for a children’s toy called a “Wubble Bubble Ball”, and in that moment it was exactly what he wanted. How could he ever hope to be carried away by such fragile soap bubbles?Īs he got older, he also started to dream of being engulfed by one, feeling its squishy embrace and hugging it gently. Of course in this world there was no such thing. He secretly wanted to be put inside a giant one, as you would.

Strong bubbles, bubbles that didn’t pop, specifically. He was searching for something, something he had only heard a brief mention of online.Įver since he was little he had always had a fascination for bubbles. He shifted around in his reclining chair, adjusting his seating position after sitting still for so long and making sure not to knock over his laptop. Autumn the gray wolf flipped through page after page of online searching.