It’s time for another Masters-of-the-Universe-Piece Theatre photo story. The name “Masters-of-the-Universe-Piece Theatre” was coined by Kevin Beckett at the Whetstone Discord server.
Now that spring is here and the weather is nicer, it was also the perfect time to take my Masters of the Universe figures out into the garden to pose for some photos. And while I was taking pictures, I made a little story, too.
On the plains of Eternia:
“I just love getting out of the palace and enjoying the peace and quiet of the Eternian wilderness in springtime. And the Road Ripper really packs a punch. Too bad it’s only a one-seater, so I can’t take Cringer along. Or Teela…”
“Sigh! Thank Zoar that the brakes on this thing are as good as the engine.”
“Have no fear, my little friend. I love all creatures of the wild and brake for raptors. And of course for…”
“Adam, where have you been? I’ve been looking for you all over.”
“Let me guess, I missed a training session?”
“You did. As usual. And instead of reporting for combat training, you go cruising with the Road Ripper. You’re impossible and irresponsible. As usual.”
“Listen, Teela, I’m sorry, okay? But your Dad asked me to take the Road Ripper for a spin to test the new gear coupling.”
“Liar. He asked Meckaneck.”
“Yes, but Meckaneck’s son has a flute recital today, so I offered to do it instead.”
“So you could shirk combat training? Of course.”
“Look around you, Teela. It’s a beautiful spring day. Much too nice to stay indoors. So why don’t we head back to the palace, grab some cinnamon rolls and a bottle of wine and have a picnic? We can even have a sparring session later. And maybe take a nap in the grass.”
“But only after you’ve finished your combat training.”
“Sigh. As you wish, my lady.”
“You were right, Adam. Just getting away from it all to have a picnic was a wonderful idea.”
“I only have good ideas.”
“Well, I have an even better idea. Let’s have a round of combat training.”
“Let’s not, okay? Unless it’s very close quarters combat, if you know what I mean?”
“Trust me, Adam. I will wear you out either way.”
“I can’t wait.”
“What a beautiful day to hang out! Sunshine, green leaves, tasty flies. Yes, Snake Mountain and the Dark Hemisphere may be my home now, but sometimes I still miss the woods and the plains of the Light Hemisphere. But wait! What do I spy with my little eyes?”
“As you wish, my lady.”
“Well, if that isn’t Prince Adam! And he’s making out with Captain Teela… again. If I capture them, Skeletor will be so pleased and then he’ll promote me. The cowardly Prince won’t be much of a challenge, but that Captain Teela is another matter. She’s a handful. And if I fail, Skeletor will punish me. So maybe I should call for reinforcements. Especially since it looks as if those two will be busy for a while.”
Will Adam and Teela’s picnic be rudely interrupted by Skeletor and his Evil Warriors? Will Adam be able to say the magic words and transform into He-Man in time?
You’ll have to wait for another installment for the answer, because a bunch of ants decided to interrupt my photo shooting, apparently mistaking my Masters of the Universe toys for something edible.
In the meantime, here is another outdoors Masters of the Universe photo. I took my figures into the garden to recreate Errol McCarthy’s cardback artwork for the original 1982 release of He-Man.
Here’s the original:
“Return to the palace and prepare for his next attack. Because the evil forces of Skeletor never rest.”
“Talking of the palace, does anybody where Adam is? One moment he was here and then he was gone. What if he’s in trouble and needs our help?”
“I’m sure Adam is fine, Teela. He’ll turn up again. Meanwhile, I’ll have to take my leave. But rest assured that He-Man will always be there when he’s needed.”
That’s it for today, folks. I hope you enjoyed this Masters-of-the-Universe-Piece Theatre Toy Photo Story, because there will be more.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters, I just bought some toys, took photos of them and wrote little scenes to go with those photos. All characters are copyright and trademark their respective owners.