Lumpy Where's Waldo 9

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Waldo is ready for your 3 questions, Detective. What will we learn?

Consider this an entry in the Lumpy _______ series, like Lumpy Duckhunt. I thought it might be fun to combine a minigame with a more serious story.

I am also aware of Let's Find Larry. I wasn't thinking of it when I made this, but if you're looking for an actual playable Where's Waldo type horror game, it's worth checking out!

For this video I used sprites from the Where's Waldo NES game. It's one of the lowest rated games on the entire console, featuring incredibly hard to read graphics. I needed to color it myself to make it legible (added some animation too).

Not really any cameos in this one. Thanks to everyone that left their questions in the comments of the previous video.

I used various bits of music from the Gameboy Camera OST. For this video I also used some tracks from Metal Gear 2 (MSX).

#gaming #shorts #nintendo #animation #art

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Excellent questions, detective.
Are you ready for the finale?

LumpyTouch

*"this is our final meeting"*
"nuh-uh"
"the fuck you mean 'nuh-uh'!?"

casongriffe

im gonna be honest with y'all i thought waldo could just multiply and create infinite clones of himself so seeing there's only 5 is actually a relief

octavgg

I love it when villains are respectful and just kinda chill, makes them much more likable as a character

Shaddboks

I just realized something when Waldo says his part of something bigger. He’s wearing a clown outfit. He’s either working for the clown or the clowns are working for him. And maybe next time we’ll see all the clowns rise up from the water.

Dipman

This waldo wouldve absolutely been a tumblr sexyman

spunchbup

You have to realize that in this universe, the game "Where's Waldo" doesn't exist.

So imagine our Waldo's perspective, where he's always been 10 steps ahead of the detective. He's enjoying toying with the detective until the last question. Then, instead of asking a third and final question, the detective straight up tells him his full name, straight to his face.

Where's Waldo.

The split second break of his demeanor tells it all.

CallMeKazu

"Our final meeting" dinner date went so bad we now have to get ghosted by Waldo 😔

Vygumi

"Yes, I'm ready, our last dance, only one victor, *M E* ."

ironmetal

5 Waldos?
"Where's Waldo?" "That's me."
Does that mean there's a Where's Waldo, Who's Waldo, What's Waldo, When's Waldo, and Why's Waldo?

Edit: I'd used "How's Waldo" before because I'd forgotten about "Why's Waldo"

kyperghostspider

His face turned into a Baki character after saying "where's waldo"💀

mines

How would you like your steak
Waldo: RAW

YANLINGWENG

Waldo rocking around uncontrollably while casually sat at a table a is a big mood

godricktheminecrafted

Is it bad that I can just TELL that this alternate version of Waldo is going to be the next Tulmbr sexyman?

PersonOnline

Alright, I hope this comment doesn’t get deleted. I wrote an alternative episode 9 for this and it does include a kiss between Waldo and the Detective. Have fun y’all!

“Ask your first question, Detective.” The striped man said, as he observed the Detective’s face.

“How many Waldo’s are there?” The Detective asked swiftly. He had the chance to ask his most burning questions, he wasn’t going to let that opportunity pass.

After chewing his steak, Waldo placed his fingers to his chin. His foot tapped the wooden floor, contemplating his next words. He didn’t want to reveal his hand this early before the main event. “There are 5 of us.” Waldo replied, as he held up 5 fingers.

WELL DONE! +10

“Alright, next question!” Waldo was giddy, struggling to hold himself still, impatiently awaiting the next question.

The Detective’s eyes zoned in on his lukewarm soup, unconsciously picking at his nails. He contemplated what question was important enough to ask. Looking back up, the Detective held back his irritation as Waldo wriggled around in his seat.

“Why are you doing this? Is this just some…some sick joke to-“

Waldo held up a hand, “That’s 2 questions, my dear. Do you want me to answer both of them because I didn’t take you as the type to ask such obvious questions.”

Slumping into his seat, the Detective fought the urge to punch the serial killer in his idiotic face. “No…just answer the first one.”

Waldo placed his fingers against his chin again. “The answer to that is complicated, Detective.

WELL DONE! +10

“My mission is to eliminate dangerous cancers. I’m also conducting the ultimate morality experiment. Finally, I’m just playing my part in something…grandiose.”

The Detective was speechless. He had more questions than ever. Dangerous cancers? Experiment? IS HE JUST A LAB RAT TO THIS SMUG-

“Last question, make it count!”

Waldo’s words snapped the Detective back to reality. No, not yet…He had so many other questions that desperately needed answers. A cold panic traveled up the Detective’s spine. Even if he asked his other questions, Waldo would purposefully leave vague answers and more questions. The Detective had a sinking feeling form in his stomach. This cat and mouse game was reaching its threshold. It has to end at some point. The Detective needed to do something, ANYTHING-

“Earth to Detective? Don’t keep me waiting now! You have 1 more question!” Waldo stared at the Detective with an unamused expression. His hand dug his fork into a piece of steak while the other twirled his walking stick around.

A realization hit the Detective like a freight train. How did he not catch it before?

“15 minutes is up. You disappointed me, Detective.” Waldo stood up from his seat, handing the server a couple hundred dollars, then pushed his seat back into place. “For our final meeting, I thought you would take this more seriously. I don’t regret this though. I’m going to miss that sharp wit of yours-“

“Wait.” The Detective objected. Standing up from his seat, he made his way around the table to Waldo. They both stared at each other for a brief moment before the Detective asked his final question.

“Can I kiss you?” He murmured the last couple of words but Waldo heard it very clearly.

For once, Waldo was rendered speechless. Out of all the people he met, it was the Detective who detested his very existence.

“Ha! So you do have a sense of humor, Detective!” Waldo chuckled.

“I’m serious.” The Detective almost whispered. Realizing his voice was too quiet, the Detective cleared his throat. “As you said, this is the last time we’ll talk. I can’t stop you either. So, if I’m going to do anything at all…maybe I can make you regret doing this.” The Detective admitted, he felt himself shrink in embarrassment.

Waldo was on the verge of laughter until he thought about it more. This would be the last time he’d play this game with the Detective. It’s only polite to agree to this last question. Besides, a kiss from such a handsome face? Making him look desperate in front of everyone in the restaurant? Perhaps he can make the Detective miss him?

“Sure, since you asked so nicely. Don’t get too carried away though. I have a busy-“

For the second time in a row, Waldo was caught off guard as the Detective surged forward. After a moment, the taller man felt himself relax...

EXCELLENT!!! +100

After what felt like hours, they both pulled away. The Detective stared at Waldo with a genuine smile as he slowly backed away from the other man.

“Well, Detective. You sure know how to attract an audience.” Waldo blurted out.

Some of the witnesses stared in shock and others occupied themselves with their meals.

“I’ll be taking my leave now, Detective. Don’t miss me too much.” Waldo smirked. His hand went to grab his walking stick until he noticed a lack of weight on his arm. He glanced down at his arm…the stick was gone. Waldo quickly looked back at the Detective who was further away now with his hands behind his back.

“YOU…GIVE THAT BACK!” Waldo shrieked, as he lunged towards the Detective.

In one swift motion, the Detective shot a bullet through Waldo’s head. His lifeless body collapsed onto the floor and now, everyone’s eyes were on them. Screams erupted from the witnesses and everyone rushed out the front doors. The Detective’s ears rang as he smiled at the body. Of course it was the walking stick that gave Waldo his powers! If Waldo can use it, maybe…he can too.

The Detective tested out his theory. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He visualized the entrance of the restaurant as best as he could. Soon, he felt an oddly satisfying jolt spread across his body. Upon opening them, the Detective recognized the “Fine Del Templ” sign in front of him. Now it was tinted orange from the evening sky. Turning towards the beach, the Detective watched the sun set over the water. It would’ve been peaceful…if the atmosphere wasn’t filled with sounds of traumatized screams.

Upon realization, the Detective laughed to himself, it really was the stupid stick…A STICK! The laughter quickly came to a halt as the Detective noticed 3 people staring right at him from the beach. It’s the other Waldos, they must have been shocked to see the Detective teleport. Suddenly, the evening sky turned a dark red. The 3 figures quickly disappeared in a blinding white light in response.

The walking stick practically pulsated in the Detective’s grip, pulling him somewhere. “This is a bad idea…” The Detective grumbled. “Alright, stick. Where’s the Waldos?” Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, the Detective vanished from the scene soon after.

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