Dear Principal Sosa:
My students are e required to write three sentences to summarize their weekend. One of them wrote hundreds. Can you comment? Call the police?
This weekend me and my brother Billy watched a lot of Netflix. I wanted to watch Amphibious Ninjas but my brother said he wanted to watch a stupid show about making cakes that look like hamburgers, so we kept scrolling down the Netflix menu.
That’s when it got super weird. The next category down was:
Since you watched 30 seconds of a movie you didn’t realize was a musical you may enjoy this.
Me and my brother both said no thanks and kept looking. Next up:
Since you enjoy watching TV on days you should be outside here are a few vampire-themed shows.
Since you were born on a Tuesday and your brother on a Sunday.
No way, but there is more.
Since your Mom is still asleep.
Five movies we added since you turned on Netflix this morning.
It was so crazy. How’d did Netflix get into my brain? My brother said Netflix was in the room. Like watching us, watching them watching us.
Because you dip potato chips in mayonnaise you’ll love watching this.
The choices were shows about weird foods and mayo is good on everything.
Because you left your hot cocoa in the microwave every day last winter check out these cozy classics.
Since you were named after your Great Grandfather here’s a World War 2 documentary that’s kid-friendly.
We kept going down the list, even though I was getting creeped out and so was my brother.
Because you’re getting creeped out here’s a show.
They showed me a show called Creeped Out. I got goosebumps.
Since you have goosebumps.
It showed me the Goosebumps movies! We were freaking out. Like terrified. My brother told me to turn it off but there was only one more category left.
Because anyone can be a Hero here are some movies you may like. And when I say, anyone, I mean like two kids from Middletown Middle. Like, help.
It recommended these actual movies.
Can’t Hardly Wait
Now is Good
Freaks and Geeks
I’ll admit it, my brother figured it out first. The menu was like a message. When you put together the names it reads: save me, the wizard can’t hardly wait. Now is good. Go, freaks and geeks.
So we went to help whoever it was, but before we left we watched Despicable Me for the 43rd time. We got on a smelly bus that took us into town where the Netflix Kansas office is. It’s not like a movie studio or anything. Just a small building that looks like it sells broken vacuums.
Inside, there was a woman at a desk. I think she was a robot. She talked weird, smiled the entire time, and not once did she blink unless we blinked at exactly the same time.
We told her we need to talk to the person in charge of menus. She said they are not available. I think she said that cause we were a couple of kids. So we left, but that’s not the end of the story. Next door, there was a place that sold old clothes other people used to wear for real cheap. We bought one of those old coats that detectives used to wear for less money than a can of soda. My brother even had enough money for a cowboy hat and a fake mustache.
I climbed on my brother’s shoulders and put on the long coat, slapped on the fake mustache, and put the hat on. No, instead of looking like two kids, we looked like one tall, weird-shaped man. My brother’s not that strong so we had to be fast.
We went back into the Netflix office. I said in a deep voice, afternoon Mary, gave her an army salute, and walked right past her. I think she was a robot because I don’t think her name was Mary and she never stopped us.
In the back, there was not much going on. There was a kitchen that smelled like chicken soup and tuna. One time I went to my mom’s work and that’s the same way it looked and smelled.
Across the hall, there was an elevator. We got on. The building was only one floor so all the choices were down. We took the elevator to the basement. Even though it was only one floor the ride took forever. It opened in this big room, like the biggest room ever.
On the wall were thousands of TVs. Towards the bottom, you’d find old-style TVs with big boxes streaming black and white shows. Stacked on them there were modern flat screens up to the ceiling. Together they filled a wall as large as a football field and wires everywhere. Each TV streamed a different Netflix program
There was only one person in charge of all these TVs. It wasn’t like a normal person. It was a half-man, half-octopus creature, with super big buggy eyes. It had all these arms with dozens of hands, so one arm could type out recommended shows for everyone to watch and was typing on dozens of computers at one time. It had evolved to become the perfect show recommender.
We stood behind the binging beast that was watching the flickering televisions. It was hypnotic and after a minute or two we discovered a rhythm. If you looked at the wall of moving images long enough, your eyes get blurry and the combination of television becomes just one single stream. Like each TV is one pixel and if you combine the pixels you get one video. It was video of my brother and me. Like a security camera, but there was no camera behind us. If you watched all of Netflix at once, it would be the story of my life.
It may sound scary, but it wasn’t and neither was the savage streamer. I climbed off my brother’s shoulders and together we moved to the Menu Monster. The wrecked recommender ignored us at first; its eyes bloodshot and crazed, looking older than Dumbledore’s dad. Its dozens of arms moved around me like I wasn’t there. I noticed it wore an old Middletown Middle Tornado shirts from the 90s.
To get its attention my brother waved his arms and jumped around, but the startling streamer continued its mission. It wasn’t until my brother started pulling plugs from the wall that the creature panicked. It started running around, trying to plug them back in. A door opened and a dozen more televisions with brand new shows were sent in on a conveyer belt. The robot woman at the door came in and began to plug them in.
Billy kept unplugging TVs. The Menu Monster couldn’t keep up and cried like an elk. It was a sad sound, but I knew we were doing good. We were saving it.
While the TV beastie was occupied, I jumped on a computer and saw the categorizer and started deleting every category the feature creature had made. I put the entire library of programs under three categories: Wizard Stuff, Not Wizard Stuff, and For your Baby Sister.
“We’re here to save you,” I yelled at the monster. “And stop showing us shows we already saw! The menu is out of control.”
Eventually, the monster broke down and grew more interested in the cowboy hat and my M&Ms.
It clearly hadn’t rested in a really long time. His eyes bounced around like fish in his head while we just kept unplugging the TVs until all a million were off. I thought the monster would be angry but he wasn’t. The thing, whose real name is Tim, smiled and hugged us.
Tim quit his job and we took him back to our house. People on the bus gave us some weird looks for bringing a multi-armed monster in a trench coat and cowboy hat on to the bus.
My mom was busy checking Instagram and didn’t notice us sneak our new friend into the house. We went down in the basement and watched Despicable Me 3 again and played video games. He’s super good. Billy said the monster went from programmer to pro-gamer in three hours. His eyes shrank down and his arms started dropping off. He could even talk and he said he’d get completely back to normal, but 36,000 hours of screen time is too much.
That was my weekend. Really just my Saturday. Sunday we watched The Mandalorian on Disney Plus and played Battle Elf with our new friend.