I'll make this movie when they're old enough to handle it

There is actually a story behind this. This is Yonina's game that we play whenever we take her outside to the backyard. She always plays "Space", which usually consists of her going to Jupitor or Mars on the glider and fighting the grill. (Aprapo this post)
I wanted to make a movie yesterday but I didn't know what to make. So Yonina suggested this, and we tried it, but the footage was mostly unusable, and we even stopped halfway through because we thought it was stupid, so we just wound up making this trailer and waiting until they could do a normal, serious movie. (Summer 2008)

ATTACKED!

This past Sunday I witnessed an incredible, horryifing (though probably not unprecedented) event unfold in the WITS lunchroom.
As we were all happily chewing our stale february 7th cocoa krispies and Islandberry crunches, I noticed that both of the doors on either side of the room were open. I figured it must have been because of the toaster, which had very suddenley started spewing smoke everywhere, like it occasionally does.
It was getting rather cold and I wasn't about to go all the way upstairs to get a sweatshirt, but I was also too lazy to get up and close the doors, especially since I knew if I tried a junior would tell me to leave it open and all that effort would have gone to waste anyway.
So I left the door open.
Suddenly, someone yells "SQUIRREL!!!!!!!"
Now my school is filled with kids who pride themselves in working out every other night and being incredibly strong, dignified, good looking people. However, the might of the WITS high school was clearly no match for the bushy-tailed invader that ran into that dining room that day.
Everyone immediatly jumped on top of chairs and started shreiking of course. Those people who weren't making fun of their classmates' shrieking like little girls were either screaming, watching the fun, or running to get cameras.
I was, of course, not on a chair. I was also of course, not shrieking.
So I watched as the confused squirrel ran up to the stained-glass windows trying to get out. It stayed at one for a little while, then jumped off and ran across the tables. Everyone was ducking for cover and clearing a path for it to run wherever it pleased.
Little was being done to get the squirrel out of the school. The Rosh Yeshiva did come in early on and instruct the students to close off all exits to the dining room so that it wouldn't escape into the dorms and be lost forever. It was clear that the Rabbi had seen this sort of thing in the past.

Well, I'm not entirly sure how this story ended, since I had to go to class only halfway through. I saw a tall junior trying to poke it with a long roll of plastic tablecloth. It eventually got stuck in the wall, and was somehow coaxed out of the building.
Security has been beefed up in order that nothing like this catastrophe should ever happen again. Well okay not really, but whatever...

wow i haven't posted in a long time well here you go im busy bye.