#angry birds summer madness chuck

[blossomsadness]

the best guy!!! 1 MILLION STARS FOR HIM!!! What a fella!!!! How did he do it!!! SO AWESOME!!! 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

#angry birds summer madness #angry birds summer madness chuck #angry birds #hehe #memes #random

[fullsaw]

im on holidays!!!! (Lanzarote)

(Doodle from the plane)

#digital art #angry birds #angry birds summer madness #chuck angry birds #gay #fullsaw art

[kricket-is-gayandtired]

GOT ONE LIKE ON EACH POST ABBOUT MY AU SO IM GONNA DROP IT HERE🤭

this au is based around the movie and the show summer madness, i know mighty eagle was in summer madness so i’m taking him out of there, he chose to adopt red right before he turned eleven. OH and the thing that happened between mighty eagle and zeta in the movie does indeed happen. (debbie is in this au also just doesn’t meet red at the beginning)

chuck and bomb are obviously in this au and have met red but at the beginning, they don’t have any kind of a relationship yet, they only know each other through stella.

i guess neiderflyer and robin are also in this au, they’re probably only in the beginning tho😭

that’s probably only for the beginning, idk what i plan to do with the pigs and movie stuff but ofc zeta and debbie are in🤭 red stopped going to camp after turning 13, when he was 15 he became distant from mighty eagle or who is also known as ethan (zeta said it in the second movie not my hc😭)

i’m going off on movie where chuck, red, and bomb meet again during the anger management class😸

THATS ALL I HAVE AT THE MOMENT😭

#angry birds #angry birds au #angry bird movie #angry birds summer madness #red angry birds #chuck angry birds #bomb angry birds #mighty eagle #human au #my silly au #silly au #i’m silly #silly me hehe

[welcome-to-green-hills]

The only other characters I recognize Ian Hanlin and Deven Mack as is Red and Chuck respectively from Angry Birds: Summer Madness. This proves to be extremely fitting because not only is Chuck as fast and silly as Sonic, but him and Red are also a popular ship throughout the franchise.

Wait, wait, wait… there’s another Angry Birds movie?! I thought that there’s only one!

ASDFGHJKL they’re destined to be popular ships I see…

#What the fuck? Huh! Rock on Angry Birds fans! #mystery anon #off topic

[gabrielpassospaula]

ANGRY BIRDS SUMMER MADNESS CHUCK

#angry birds #angrybirds #badpiggies #angry piggies #badbirds #angry birds movie #bad birds #angry birds summer madness

[ptbf2002]

To Celebrate Canada Day, I'll Be Doing My Top 10 Favorite Cartoons From Canada.

#10 Total Drama Island

#9 George of the Jungle (2007 TV series)

#8 Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs: The Series

#7 Ollie's Pack

#6 Grojband

#5 The Kids from Room 402

#4 Chuck's Choice

#3 Pucca (TV series)

#2 Monster Buster Club

And #1 Camp Lakebottom

Honorable Mentions: Ed, Edd n Eddy, The Last Kids on Earth, Sonic Prime, The Snoopy Show, Total Drama Action, Total Drama All-Stars, Total Drama Presents: The Ridonculous Race, Total Drama World Tour, Total Drama: Pahkitew Island, Total Drama: Revenge of the Island, Wild Kratts, Hilda, Angry Birds: Summer Madness, Being Ian, Dorg Van Dango, And Dr. Dimensionpants.

Original Template: https://www.deviantart.com/toongirl18/art/Top-10-Favorite-Canadian-Cartoons-408528581

Total Drama Island Belongs To Tom McGillis, Jennifer Pertsch, Elliott Animation Inc. Fresh TV Inc. CAKE Entertainment Ltd. TELETOON Original Production TELETOON Canada Inc. Corus Entertainment Inc. Cartoon Network, The Cartoon Network, Inc. Warner Bros. Discovery Networks, Warner Bros. Domestic Television Distribution Warner Bros. Television Studios, Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc. WarnerMedia And Warner Bros. Discovery, Inc.

George of the Jungle (2007 TV series) Belongs To Jay Ward, Bill Scott, Copernicus Studios Inc. Top Draw Animation, Inc. Studio B Productions, Inc. DHX Media Vancouver, WildBrain Studios, WildBrain Ltd. Bullwinkle Studios LLC, Classic Media, LLC, Entertainment Rights PLC, DreamWorks Classics, TELETOON Original Production TELETOON Canada Inc. Corus Entertainment Inc. Cartoon Network, The Cartoon Network, Inc. Warner Bros. Discovery Networks, Warner Bros. Domestic Television Distribution Warner Bros. Television Studios, Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc. WarnerMedia And Warner Bros. Discovery, Inc.

Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs: The Series Belongs To Mark Evestaff, Alex Galatis, DHX Media Vancouver, WildBrain Studios, WildBrain Ltd. Sony Pictures Animation Inc. Sony Pictures Television Studios, Sony Pictures Television Inc. Sony Pictures Entertainment Inc. Sony Entertainment, Inc. Sony Corporation of America, Sony Group Corporation, YTV (TV channel), YTV Canada, Inc. And Corus Entertainment Inc.

Ollie's Pack Belongs To Pedro Eboli, Graham Peterson, Birdo Studio, Nelvana Enterprises Inc. Nickelodeon, Nickelodeon Group, Paramount Global Content Distribution, Paramount International Networks, Paramount Domestic Media Networks, Paramount Media Networks, Inc. Paramount Global, YTV (TV channel), YTV Canada, Inc. And Corus Entertainment Inc.

Grojband Belongs To Todd Kauffman, Mark Thornton, Elliott Animation Inc. Neptoon Studios, Fresh TV Inc. Fremantle Limited, TELETOON Original Production TELETOON Canada Inc. And Corus Entertainment Inc.

The Kids from Room 402 Belongs To Betty Paraskevas, Michael Paraskevas, Chile Animación, New Vision International, CinéGroupe, Saban Entertainment, Inc. FOX Family Channel, FOX Kids, TELETOON, TELETOON Canada Inc. And Corus Entertainment Inc.

Chuck's Choice Belongs To Kervin Faria, Top Draw Animation, Inc. Studio B Productions, Inc. DHX Media Vancouver, WildBrain Studios, WildBrain Ltd. YTV (TV channel), YTV Canada, Inc. And Corus Entertainment Inc.

Pucca (TV series) Belongs To Boo Kyoung Kim, Calvin Kim, VOOZ Character System, Studio B Productions, Inc. DHX Media Vancouver, WildBrain Studios, WildBrain Ltd. MBC TV (South Korean TV channel), Munhwa Broadcasting Corporation, JETIX, Jetix Europe N.V. Disney Media and Entertainment Distribution, Disney Branded Television, Disney General Entertainment Content, Disney Entertainment, Disney Enterprises, Inc. And The Walt Disney Company

Monster Buster Club Belongs To Vincent Chalvon-Demersay, David Michel, Designstorm Animation Studio, Zodiak Kids Studios France, Banijay, Image Entertainment Corporation, TF1, TF1 Group, JETIX, Jetix Europe N.V. Disney Media and Entertainment Distribution, Disney Branded Television, Disney General Entertainment Content, Disney Entertainment, Disney Enterprises, Inc. The Walt Disney Company, YTV (TV channel), YTV Canada, Inc. And Corus Entertainment Inc.

Camp Lakebottom Belongs To Eric Jacobson, Betsy McGowen, Meghan Davies, Shelley Hoffman, Robert Pincombe, Skywriter Media & Entertainment Group, Jam Filled Entertainment, Boat Rocker Media Inc. 9 Story Media Group Inc. Disney XD, Disney Media and Entertainment Distribution, Disney Branded Television, Disney General Entertainment Content, Disney Entertainment, Disney Enterprises, Inc. The Walt Disney Company, TELETOON Original Production TELETOON Canada Inc. And Corus Entertainment Inc.

[laterisers]

he

#angry birds chuck #angry birds #summer madness #hes so skrunkly........

[smallpwbbles]

I'm gonna assume Deven Mack voices Sonic, and I find that so funny to me personally because I watched the Angry Birds Summer Madness series on Netflix and he also voiced the bird with super-speed, Chuck

I have not seen that series but that is a hilarious coincidence

#ask

[mar64ds]

Looks like one Deven Mack will be voicing Sonic! The only thing I recognize him from is another Netflix show called Angry Birds Summer Madness, where he voices Chuck, another speedy character!

Oooh awesome!!!!

[geekcavepodcast]

Angry Birds: Summer Madness Trailer

Angry Birds spin-off series Angry Birds: Summer Madness will see teens Red, Chuck, Bomb, and Stella going to Camp Splinterwood for the summer.

Angry Birds: Summer Madness will hit Netflix on January 28, 2022.

#angry birds #angry birds summer madness #netflix #TGCLiz

[blossomsadness]

Mission failed we'll get em' next time

#angry birds #angry birds summer madness #summer madness #fanart #art #angry birds chuck #angry birds red

[daisydahlialavender]

from a kids perspective

Of course I was mad, especially when I looked at Jeremy Jones’ dumb face and my lunch spilled all over the grass. Punching his giant bird nose would be satisfying but the prospect of facing Mama’s sad face kept my fists to my sides.  

“Poor Bee-Bee spilled her lunch again!” Jeremy taunted, his ugly mouth begging for a smack.   I gritted my teeth at his use of that nickname. When I joined Mrs. Lund’s fourth-grade class I insisted everyone call me Abigail, only Mama calls me Bee-Bee. I flicked one of my braids back from my face and put my fists on my hips,

“That ain’t my name Jeremy and you’d know that if you weren’t so stupid.” I turned away from the bully and picked through my spilled lunch, the crackers had stayed in their bag but my peanut butter sandwich had landed on an anthill. I huffed a sigh, I had worked hard making that sandwich just this morning. Mama had put the peanut butter in the freezer again even though she knew it made it hard to scoop. I had to microwave the jar and I still went through three slices of bread before my sandwich was perfect. A startled shriek left my mouth as I tumbled forward, extra momentum from a push knocking me over. I launched back to my feet, ready to fight, but Jeremy had already run off like a scaredy-cat. I threw the bag of crackers as hard as I could at him, but it wasn’t even close to hitting. I kicked the sandy sandwich and stomped away from the food graveyard that was supposed to be lunch. I wasn’t even supposed to be outside, I had snuck out of the lunchroom because Amanda Bent wanted to sit next to me and she chewed with her mouth open. I marched away from the school, the smell of peanut butter following me like a bad dream. I didn’t hesitate when I came to the playground boundary and entered the woods behind our school. Mrs. Lund had taken us back here on a hike once to look for frogs so I knew there was a creek that turned into a waterfall somewhere. A few steps in and I met a pricker bush, thorns scraped my skin as I stubbornly pushed forward. I crouched low to the ground to avoid getting scratched and eventually crawled on my belly through the thick bush. The branches swallowed the sunlight and the cool dirt made me feel like I was buried alive. Bits of panic crawled up my throat and shot down my arms and legs. I wriggled faster, the bush feeling endless. In what felt like both forever and no time at all I dragged myself out of the brambles and into the late summer sun. I looked back at the thorny bush, it was taller than me and I couldn’t see the school at all. I brushed the dirt off my clothes and hocked some spit on my hand to shine up the buttons on my overalls. The trees were really tall on this side of the prickers, taller than the ones I had seen with Mrs. Lund, but I could hear water, which had to mean I was on the right track. I took a step away from the pricker bushes. Ferns tickled my legs and the sun left bright yellow polka-dots on the fuzzy moss ground. Thick scarves of moss hung from tree branches and swayed even though there was no wind. They reminded me of the blue windchimes that used to hang outside our house, the ones Mama gave away because we didn’t have room at the new apartment. The trees got closer and closer together and the sound of the creek got louder. I had to shuffle through the trees now and moss brushed against my cheeks. “Darn woods” I grumbled as I squeezed between two trees that were thicker than I was tall. “Darn trees, scuffin’ up my clothes.” with a final push I tumbled from between the trees landing on my hands and knees. I grabbed handfuls of moss, got to my feet, and whirled around chucking the handfuls at the trees.   “Dumb things!” I shouted, pointing and shaking a finger at them like Mrs. Lund did to the boys when they got too rowdy. I wiped my hands together to dust off any dirt and swung back around. The trees were a dense fence behind and to the side of me, in front of me was a field with tall grass. I scrunched my brow up, I could hear the water but I couldn’t see it past the grass. As I walked the ground got mushy and taller grasses with fat brown sausages on the very top pointed at the sky. My pink sneakers squished deep into the mud and sucked around the edges of my shoes.  I grimaced down at them - the water was loud, almost as loud as the train that would zoom by to flatten the pennies Mama and I put on the rails - if I didn’t keep going then they’d be dirty for no reason. I trudged forward, the mud got deeper and deeper. My chest heaved and I stumbled forward when the mud pulled at my legs. The soft bottom of the ground fell away from my feet. A screech left my throat as I sunk to my waist. I wriggled, trying to loosen my legs but I sunk deeper. I used my hands to dig in the mud but got my hands caught. “HELP! HELP!” I screeched pinned in place by the mud.   The mud stank and was cold where it pressed against my neck, it pressed tightly against my chest. I reached my head back to get air. I couldn’t breathe right and spots danced along the blue sky. Sludge crept along my face, thick and black like tar. I gasped for air, mud filling my mouth. I gurgled out in terror. “MAMA!” 🏵🏵🏵 Back when I was 7 and everyone -not just Mama- called me Bee-Bee, my Daddy died. I don’t remember a lot but I do remember how big he was. He could toss me up so high the clouds would tickle my neck. Mama always said if Daddy wasn’t careful the stork would take me back.   When Mama told me Daddy went to heaven I asked if I could go too. She cried real hard for a long time. I was too stupid to know that Daddy wasn’t coming back. I don’t ask about him anymore, but I like to imagine that heaven is all fluffy white clouds, just like the ones  Daddy threw me up to. I didn’t think I was dead because wherever I was didn’t look like heaven. I rolled over on my back, I was covered in muck head to toe. I spit a glob of mud out of my mouth and scraped it away from my face. I propped up on my elbows, it was dark and wet and smelled like rotten eggs. I couldn’t hear the creek anymore, but it still sounded wet. Water dripped from the ceiling and plopped onto the slick floor and there was a sloshing sound like someone was wading through a puddle. I stood up, peering into the darkness that surrounded me. “Hello?” I called out. My voice echoed away bouncing around and pinging off the walls. “Hello?” A voice mimicked back at me, “Hello? Hello? Hello?” A million voices joined in mocking me, getting louder and louder. I clapped my hands over my ears and scrunched my eyes shut. I crouched low, hot tears burning behind my eyelids. The voices broke into laughter. Hushed giggles and deep chuckles, they didn’t sound right, they didn’t sound real. As if on cue all the noise stopped. I stayed crouched, hands cautiously leaving my ears, I cracked my eyes open. I slapped my hands over my mouth to keep in a scream. An enormous white monster stood in front of me. It kept its long muzzle wide open in a smile, thick black mud pooled in its mouth, and dripped out between its rows and rows of needle teeth. Its eyes were unfocused; round and white with pinprick pupils that darted side to side, despite that I knew it was focused on me. It looked like the mangy coyote that had died under Mamas favorite willow tree. The coyote had been dead for a long time when Mama and I found it, all its legs straight and stiff, flies buzzing around its mouth and eyes. Its hair had all fallen out and you could see gray skin all covered in scabs. Mama sent me back to the house and I watched from the window as she pulled on her pink gardening gloves and dragged it away. This thing was bigger than the coyote, it was bigger than me. It walked forward silently, I stood up my heart beating faster than a hummingbird. It got close enough I could smell the rotten mud from its mouth, drops of it fell on my shoulder and rolled down my arm. “What do you want?” I tried to sound firm like Mama does when grandma calls on the phone, but my voice trembled and broke. A million voices came from its open mouth, old voices,  young voices, deep voices, shrill voices, and everything in between. “Want.” It echoed, not as loud as when it first mocked but just as disordered and varied. “We want more souls.” Its jumbled voice hissed, the voices mocked and echoed, some sounding anticipatory and manic, others sorrowful and angry. “Well you can’t have mine” I dug my fists into my hips, cocking one to the side and squinting at the beast. The voices split, some howling in outrage and others shrieking with laughter. “Brave” the laughing voices whispered fondly. “Foolish” the angered voiced hissed. “We could swallow you whole,” the teeth glinted between layers of ooze, “or chew on your bones until they splinter.” I shook my head, hands still on my hips but shaking with fear. “Then give us something as bright and beautiful as your soul.” The voices spoke together again, finding unity in the desire for something shiny and new. I felt my pockets, inside was a purple paperclip and a crumpled clear plastic candy wrapper. I presented them on an open palm to the monster, my entire arm shaking as it studied the items. “Not bright enough”, it rumbled, “Not beautiful enough, we will consume you.” Its giant mouth opened wide creaking. “Wait! Wait.” I pleaded, “I have something else.” I brushed my hands over my clothes reaching into my pockets again. Sweat beaded up on my face and hands as I desperately checked and rechecked for anything shiny. My hand brushed against my overall straps, landing on the button there. It was caked in mud so I spit in my hand and viciously rubbed it making it shine brightly. The monster watched, mouth stilled in a wide position, mud had begun to fall more quickly, slopping out of the edge of its mouth instead of dripping. I pulled on the button, wrenching it from my clothes but it stayed tight. “Give” it spat, wild eyes trained on the glint of the button. A sob left my mouth as I tugged harder and the monster inched even closer. It reached its mouth forward, splashing dark mud over me. I snatched my hands away in fear. Delicately the monster snipped the button from the denim of my overalls. My breath was trapped in my throat as the teeth brushed against me. It threw its head back and swallowed the button, throat jerking as it slid down to its stomach. The monster hummed in satisfaction. Suddenly it launched itself forward, knocking me onto my back. I shrieked aloud and flung my hands up, scrabbling at the huge paws with equally huge talons pinning me down.  It tilted its head down, black mud streamed from its eyes, nose, and mouth. The thick tar-like substance fell onto my face, shockingly cold where it landed. The black mud trailing the monster's face reflected the tears that dripped off my cheeks. 🏵🏵🏵 “Abigail! Abigail wake up!” I jolted up, whacking my head on something hard and plastic. I looked around, hand rubbing the bump. I was tucked half underneath one of the blue benches scattered around the playground, only feet away from where Jeremy knocked my lunch. Mrs. Lund stood in front of me,  hands on hips, her shoe tap-tap-tapping on the grass. “Mrs. Lund?” I asked, confused to all heck, “wha- what's going on?” “You’ve been missing for half an hour that's what, we got half the school looking for you.” “B-but-” I stammered, “No. No. No. I don’t want to hear it. Your  Mother has been working herself into a tizzy, shame on you” Mrs. Lund kept talking, more to herself than to me, “I couldn’t do it if I were her, single mom, working all those jobs, “ she shook her head. “Get out from under that bench Abigail.” I wriggled my way out from under the bench and grabbed the hand Mrs.Lund held out to me. I was too old for hand-holding but Mrs. Lund wouldn’t tell anybody. She started frog-marching back to the school, forcing me to half jog to keep up. I craned my head over my shoulder, looking back at the woods. I could just make out the shadow of a pricker bush, the branches sticking out like a bad case of bedhead. Goosebumps trailed down my arms, with my free hand I reached for my overall strap. Where the button usually rested was a ragged tear. “Mrs. Lund?” I asked, tugging her hand to get her attention when she didn’t respond right away. “What Abigail?” She snapped. “Is Hell real?”

#Hi Dad #original #short story #spooky

[tomorrowedblog]

First look at Angry Birds: Summer Madness

A new trailer has been released for Angry Birds: Summer Madness, which is set to release January 28, 2022.

Teen birds Red, Chuck, Bomb and Stella are crashing through Camp Splinterwood with their fellow feathered campers for a summer of high-flying hijinks!

#TV #AngryBirdsSummerMadness #News

[summercampculture]

Angry Birds head to summer camp in new Netflix series

Angry Birds will be heading to summer camp in a new animated series coming to Netflix in 2021.

Netflix announced the new series last week:

Angry Birds: Summer Madness sees much-loved birds Red, Bomb and Chuck, as well as a cast of brand new feathered friends, as tween birds at summer camp under the questionable guidance of their counselor Mighty Eagle. Explosive antics, improbable pranks…

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[andrewgerm]

Angry Birds Land At Netflix In A New Animated Series

Angry Birds: Summer Madness sees much-loved birds Red, Bomb and Chuck, as well as a cast of brand new feathered friends, as tween birds at summer camp under the questionable guidance of their counselor Mighty Eagle. Explosive antics, improbable pranks and crazy summertime adventures see the birds pushing boundaries and breaking all the rules while fending off the brash and obnoxious Pigs on the…

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#Netflix

[geekcavepodcast]

“Angry Birds” Series Coming to Netflix

Netflix, CAKE, and Rovio Entertainment have joined forces to bring viewers Angry Birds: Summer Madness. The animated series will take its cues from the movie franchise.

Angry Birds: Summer Madness re-imagines Red, Bomb, and Chuck as tween birds at summer camp under counselor Mighty Eagle. “Explosive antics, improbable pranks and crazy summertime adventures see the birds pushing boundaries and breaking all the rules while fending off the brash and obnoxious Pigs on the other side of the lake, who seem hell-bent on causing as much mayhem as possible!” (Netflix)

Angry Birds: Summer Madness is scheduled to hit Netflix in 2021.

(Image via Netflix)

#angry birds #angry birds summer madness #netflix #CAKE #rovio entertainment #TGCLiz