The Grokster Joe Zattle-Zing Show

Grokster Suess style story about G.I. Joe

In a land full of whirly-whirls, high in the glow,
Lived a bold band of heroes called G.I. Joe.
Not just any old Joes, oh no, not a bit!
They were Grokster Joes, with their gadgets and wit.


There was Duke with his zing-zang, a laser so bright,
It could sparkle the stars in the middle of night.
And Scarlett, her crossbow went “Twang!” with a flair,
Shooting sparkles that danced in the air everywhere.


Roadblock rhymed riddles while lifting a tank,
“I’ll cook up a stew!” he’d declare with a clank.
And Snake Eyes, so silent, with flips and a twirl,
He’d sneak past a shadow without any whirl.


They lived in a base called the Grokster-Zap-Zow,
Where their gizmos and whatsits would whistle and pow.
But one day, oh my, from the fog and the gloom,
Came a cackle, a clatter, a villainous BOOM!


It was Cobra Commander, that sneakiest sneak,
With his hissy-fit voice and his serpent-like squeak.
“I’ll snizzle your Grokster! I’ll fizzle your Joe!
I’ll take all your zing-zangs and make them my show!”


His army of Vipers, with helmets agleam,
Marched in rows like a bad, slithery dream.
They had Zartan, who shifted to look like a friend,
And Destro, whose mask gleamed with shine without end.


“Oh no!” cried the Joes, “This won’t do, not at all!
We’ll stop that old Cobra before he can call!”
So Duke grabbed his zing-zang, and Scarlett her bow,
While Roadblock baked muffins… to throw, don’t you know!


Snake Eyes did cartwheels, so swift and so sly,
He untied Cobra’s shoelaces—oh, my, oh my!
The Vipers tripped over, their helmets went CLUNK,
And their hiss-a-tron gadgets all fizzled and sunk.


Scarlett shot sparkles that tickled the air,
Making Cobra’s big tank dance a waltz then and there.
Duke’s zing-zang went ZAP with a colorful gleam,
Turning Cobra’s doom-ray to a bubble machine.


Roadblock tossed muffins, each one with a POW,
They stuck to the Vipers like glue—oh, and how!
Cobra Commander, now covered in fluff,
Yelled, “This isn’t my plan! I’ve had quite enough!”


With a huff and a puff, he slunk back to his lair,
His cape full of bubbles, his mask full of hair.
The Grokster Joes cheered with a whoop and a yell,
“We’ve saved Zattle-Zing Land, and we’ve done it so well!”


Back at their base, with a whirly-whirl breeze,
They ate Roadblock’s muffins with laughter and ease.
For the Grokster G.I. Joes, brave, bold, and true,
Would always save Zattle-Zing… and maybe you too!