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Grandma’s Christmas Visit Review Part 1

Well, it’s the final episode, an episode many of us fans dread. Waugh! No more new episodes! However, here is my review of this final episode…

Well, it was good to have another christmas episode, as we haven’t had any since “Btv: Redeeming the Season”. This episode was fun and interesting, though there was nothing especially memorable about it. It’s an okay episode, but there was nothing that really made me go “Wow, that’s funny,” or laugh out loud…

It won’t let me listen to Grandma’s Christmas Visit. It says error file not found.

Grandma’s Christmas Visit Pros and Cons

Pros:

-Christmas episode!!!

-Let’s Make a White Elephant Exchange

-”Barn” scent in the fog machine

Cons:

-Few disrespectful moments

-Nothing particularly memorable

-Last episode of the season!

Album 52 Overall Review part 2

mystery episodes, too few kid characters, and also one nit-picky thing i didn’t like in Stage Fright. Emily has a cell phone?!? Really, she’s what, 12? Does she need a cell phone?

Sorry… that’s a thing with me

But, there are also some good things about this season, Wooton’s own radio show, Thankstaking Story, etc. Also, I watched the movie “Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town” last night, and there was a cranky old mayor in it named Burgermeister Meisterburger…

So how do all twelve episodes stack up on my list? i went on to my itunes to see how many times i had listened to each episode, and I will list them here from most listens to fewest…

- A Thankstaking Story – Listened to 19 times

- Wooton’s Broken Pencil Show – 14

-Square One – 12

Opposite Day – 10

Mystery of the Clock tower part 2 – 9

Stage Fright – 9

Fast as i can – 9

The Owlnapping – 8

Grandma’s Christmas Visit – 8

Mystery of the Clock tower part 1 – 7

…

…Conspiracy? Whit, Eugene, and Connie have to put together the clues before it’s too late to stop a worldwide conspiracy!

Thanks for reading my reviews! Have a merry Christmas! See you next season!

@ Odysseyfan#1
How did you find out all the stuff about album 53???

I can’t listen to it either! Would you please fix it if possible?

was it really nessary to put so many comments on here odyssey fan #1 just wondering out of curiosty sorry if you feel afended becouse of somthing i sayed:(

ROA, please answer this: WHAT STATE DO YOU LIVE IN!

I thought this episode was OK.

My family tradition on Christmas morning we open gifts and we video tape the whole thing.

pizza?????

Merry Christmas everyone!!!!

This was a pretty good episode.could have been better…It could have been worse.

I love album 52! Way to go odyssey team! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE give us a preview of album 53 the green ring conspiracy, I can’t wait! LOVE YOU ODYSSEY!!

By the way EUGENE ROCKS!! (even if he is a little bit of a know it all!)

ANd a happy new year!

Don`t really like Olivia`s character or voice. Apologies
to the actor. p.s. Matthew is great and I`m glad you`re
featuring Jay, RYAN and Priscilla more. I didn`t think I would
like these characters as much as I did the old, but I like them much, much more

iv’e have been heard all of album 51 because i got it from the bible store.

Well that’s the end of the album[sniff]but there’s always next season. Since I don’t want to copy cat odyssyfan#1′s idea of pros and cons[which are awesome] I will give my reveiw the much longer way.

The whole album overall was good. But there were deafenateley some silly if not plain wacko episodes[forgive me]. I did not like Opisite day at all. Stage fright wasn’t really good,I mean, it didn’t teach me anything[ was it supposed to]. But besides those…

I cant wait till album 53 comes out!!!!

it finally let me listen to it;)

@Wooton: Album 52 is the album everyone is talking about. This episode is in album 52. I can’t wait for ALBUM 53!!!

i really liked it a lot i thought it was great it was so awesome that whit put in matthews song tape that he got a coin and a necklace and in camilla’s she got a 20$ or 25$ dollar gift card to the mall i love odyssey merry christmas and 3 more days until christmas day!

GO EMILY!! WE LIKE YOU!!

This episode was okay, but I miss the old Odyssey.But I LOVED A Thankstaking Story and Wooton’s Broken Pencil Show! They were the best ones in this album. I have only been a AIO fan for about a year, but I’m loving it more every day, and listen to the daily episodes every night. I pretty much agree with Odysseyfan#1, about pretty much everything they said.

Hey ya’ll just want to say a few little things. Some pointers here. For all of you who find the new Odyssey as something that is not as good as the old Odyssey think about this. Imagine if there was no Odyssey. Imagine if all of the people on A.I.O gave up after Paul died. Imagine if they said, “Oh well we lost our main actor who cares what the viewers think we’ll just STOP!” It would be a terrible world without our beloved Odyssey. We would be angry and we would be trying to scrape for any of the old albums. We wouldn’t care what would happen but we would just want to hear those incredible names again, Connie, Eugene, Wooton, and most of all Whit.
Thankfully they did not stop, they did not give up hope. All of those people who work on Odyssey, they continued to make these radio dramas that we are proud to call Adventures in Odyssey. Please do not deny it, you all know that ya’ll would hate it if there was no Odyssey in the world. Ya’ll know that deep down you are glad that Odyssey is still here.
If you think about it this way, you learn appreciate Odyssey a lot. I now notice that I love Odyssey much more. I realize that I like this new Odyssey. I love Emily Jones, and Priscilla, and everyone else. I don’t complain about Pete or anyone else. Sure I’d say that they could start doing better themes, more Bible based, and more Imagination Station ones. But now I realized from reading some posts that we all complain a bit too much. I don’t mean to be harsh. But I feel bad for A.I.O. with all of the gripping and groaning we do. I would just like for ya’ll to think about this.
Goal: Try to say something positive with each post you post ? and when you give CONSTRUCTIVE critism(s.p) don’t try to make it mean, then again I might be being mean by saying all of this, and just love Odyssey for what it is!
If you have read this PLEASE say that you have. If I’m being a little harsh let me know please!
Special thanks to KID who first brought up the idea about what would happen if Whit died, to Odyssey for inspiring me to do the right thing and always believing, and to God my father who taught me to breathe and trust, who always gives me hope, who always is there for me, who I love.
Stevie C. L. a big, no HUGE fan of Odyssey!

Ratings: for 12 being the worst and 1 being the best
Wooton’s Broken Pencil Show: 12
Fast as I can:11
Opposite Day: 10
Mystery of the clock Tower Pt. 1:9
Mystery of the Clock Tower Pt. 2:8
Square One: 7
Grandma’s Christmas Visit: 6
An Agreeable Nanny: 5
A Thankstaking Story: 4
Stage Fright: 3
Owl Napping: 2
The Malted Milkball Falcon: 1
I don’t want anyone to think that this is something that they need to follow, but I just want to go with my honest opinion. I want to put mine out there.

Our family tradition is that we wake up at 7:00, read the CHRISTmas story, pray, open presents oldest to youngest, and have a breakfast of cinnamon rolls, and eggnog. Go to my Moms parents then open gifts youngest to oldest. Then we go to my Dads parents and open presents then go home.

Goodness, that cake looks good. : )

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these are the only way I can do the faces

Album 52 was awesome! I didn’t really like album 51, but this album was a lot better.

I love this album tell me I am stupid, it is awsome. even now it is pricy it is the besssssssssssssssttttttttt

Wow, Stevie, I’m impressed! What a long comment you’ve posted! And I agree with you what said. “The Malted Milkball Falcon” is my favorite episode. I love the way all the characters interact with each other.
FearTheUnknown

Yeah um thanks a bunch FTU I tried to say all that a long time ago, but it took a long and i mean LONG time to type luckily this really helps!
Stevie

I love this story ;( :O ;O ;P B) B(

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HA HA! What a cool tradition. Actually, I’ve had pizza for Christmas on several occasions. We also made Jesus a birthday cake a few years back. Guess I have a bit in common with Ashley Padgett.

It would be cool to see a baby grow up with Eugene as a father. Mini Eugene!

ICarly and Debbie!!

I want Eugene and Katrina to have a baby too!! He/she would be one great genius

hay sam want to hang out at the lobby with lubert

every christmas are gradma comes over i love this one

CONNEY + MITCH = <3

MARRIE MARRIE MARRIE MARRIE

CONNEY U DA BEST !!!!

Hey notice that one day the posting is going like super fast and then it just dies down. Uhg I hate it when that happens. Please fix it.

you know how on the podcast,they said something about something that is on the podcast, well maybe thats it!

I like odyssey ALOT we have 46 volumes and I wish I had more
my sister and I listen to them all most every day. But don’t make them so fast that I can’t buy all of them . I listen to all the episodes more then four times a year. some of the people I know think its cheesey,and alot of them have never heard of it. But I love them! and I’m getting my little sister as iterested as I am in them.

Next Christmas will be a sad reminder for me,cause this last Christmas eve,my grandpa had a heart attack and stroke before we were gonna vist him.And he died the day after Christmas.I miss him alot, but I know he’s at a better place

I thing this episode was great!

i havent listend to volume 52 ive enjoyed adventures in odyessy from volume one through 55 i have volumes in diffrint orders but its probely going to be awsome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We fall silent, listening to the hum of the wheels against the pavement and the whistle of the wind outside. We’re moving pretty fast, from what I can tell. I wonder where we’re going and what’s going to happen to us. I feel bad for getting Mason into this. It’s me Marshall wanted; Mason is just a hanger-on, in a sense.
A shiver runs through me as I recall the events of the pass few hours. I had no idea things were going to get this bad. I wonder what Lloyd and Jonas are going to think when I don’t show up; and the other loaders at the dock are going to know something’s up.
Right?

When I calm down, I wipe my eyes and sit up. The light outside the window is slowly fading. This is when I’d be sitting on the roof, watching the Unknown. This is when I’d be looking forward to meeting with the pack at Naomi’s and joking around. Now none of that is going to happen.
“Mason, we have to get out of here!” I bolt to my feet and stumble from the swaying movement of the truck.
“Tanni, calm down.” He stands and steadies me. “We’re gonna get out of here. Somehow.”
I don’t think so, but I nod anyway. We sit down with our backs to the wall, swaying and bouncing with the movement of the vehicle. We’re going pretty fast, I realize. Wherever we’re headed, we’re bound to be there soon.

“Your hand is all bloody,” Mason points out.
I nod, grimacing a little. “It hurts like the ices. I hope there’s somewhere I can bandage it up soon.”
“Here.” He rips some of his shirt tail off and wraps it around and around the cuts, snug but not tight. “That should help it some.”
“Thanks.” I smile at him, but I don’t feel it. I feel depressed instead. “We have to get out of here.”
“I know.” He leans back and closes his eyes. “But there’s no way to do it now.”
“So we sleep on it?” I ask, almost not believing my ears.
“Look at it this way,” he says. “We’ll need the strength—wherever we’re headed.”
“Yeah, right.” I lean back and close my eyes. We rest our heads against each other and resign ourselves to the jolt and bounce of the truck against our bones. I don’t think I’m tired, but after a while the darkening around me takes effect and I drop off.

I lean back against the cold metal of the truck. Outside, the sky is dark, about 7 o’clock, I figure. We’ve been in here for three hours. The pack will know something is wrong—they’ll be looking for me and Mason. Lloyd and Jonas are probably frantic by now. But the slum gates are going to close soon. I wonder how they will get past those to continue the search.
“We’re slowing down,” Mason says quietly. We both hop up and peer out the window, trying to figure out where we are. Bright street lights and swooping hover cars and chariots meet our eyes. It’s a big city, we can tell.
A city?
“Wandrevir,” we both say slowly, fear chilling our bones.
“It’s easy to get lost in a big city,” I say. “Who would notice if we just…disappeared?
“We already have,” he responds. “No one will know where we are.”

I scowl. I want him to go back. But deep inside, I’m relieved he won’t. So I smile and wrap an arm around his shoulder and squeeze him. He blushes and pulls away and we laugh, a little shyly, but knowing that we’re good friends.
We both crowd back to the window, watching the traffic go by. I stare in awe at the chariots, flying scooters I’ve heard of but never before seen. Mason is excited about the bright streets-lights and tall sky-scrapers. Nothing like them exist in the slums. For a moment, we almost forget we’re prisoners of the Unba, on our way to an unknown destination.

This paragraph goes between 12:59pm and 1:01pm: I bolt up, shouting, “Dad!”
The rumble of the truck answers me.
It’s just a dream.
I sink down, still feeling the hope and adrenaline from my dream. Next to me, Mason is laying on his back, staring up at the roof. He looks at me sympathetically.
“Just a dream,” I mumble, rubbing my eyes. Depression replaces my hope.
“Yeah, I know.” He sits up and stretches. “I dreamed my parents were still alive and that my dad bashed through the back of the truck.”
Then I sigh. “I just hope Naomi and the others figure things out soon. Maybe they’re already on their way to help us.”

Mason and I step forward as one, our hands tightly clasped together. Marshall grabs my other hand, the injured one, and yanks us out. I stifle a cry of pain as my feet hit the hard concrete below. Mason stumbles but I keep him from falling. We’re feeling very vulnerable at this point. I give our surroundings a frightened glance; we’re standing in a wide courtyard with night sky above us. Lights are shining in our faces. There is a building in front of us, and around us stand the other people, Unba in civilian uniforms. One of them totes a pistol, but they are otherwise unarmed. I get an uneasy feeling from those looks on their faces.

I look over at Mason. His eyes are wide with fear. I know I look the same way. Blood is pounding through my head and wrists, trembling in my fingertips. My head is light and I feel like throwing up. I hope I don’t; getting it all over a Unba would be a really bad idea. Second thought…
No time for that. The woman, whose name-badge reads Sharein, has a firm grip on my arm as she drags me over to the building and inside. I barely catch a glimpse of a long, low, dark room with lots of equipment in it before I find myself at the end, where several desks and computer terminals are set up.
“Two in just now,” Sharein says to the girl sitting behind one of the desks. The girl, about 17, looks up. I gasp. She’s stunningly beautiful; her eyes are blue, her hair is dark red, and her face highlighted by an intelligence that belies her age. Without looking at me, she rattles off a list of questions.

Her features narrow. “Typical border idget,” she mumbles to herself. Then she jerks her head toward a door behind her. “Get her checked out. We don’t want her passing out on the point. And,” her eyes stop at my cloth-wrapped hand, “patch her up. Top physical condition absolutely necessary.”
With those cryptic words buzzing through my head, Sharein jerks me into the other room. It’s small, about the size of my bedroom, with a body-scanner in one corner, a tray of instruments, and all the look of an examine room.

I place my hand on the flat metallic tray, and watch as the glass inside my hand is melted and sucked out, leaving no marks. My hand tingles a little, but is otherwise unaffected.
“Now put these on,” Sharein orders, pulling some clothes out of a locker.
Reluctantly, I strip off my normal clothes and slip into the dark red jumper. The long sleeves fit me perfectly, and the collar is snug around my neck. I slip into shiny black boots, tucking my pant-legs into the flexible leather. Then Sharein pulls the rubber-band from my hair and places me in a chair.

I look at myself in the shiny metal of the wall. I feel like crying. It’s silly, I know, but I hate the way I look. Short hair! My dad—and Jonas—always said they liked my hair the way it was. Now they won’t!
“Stop blubbering.” Sharein pulls my arm. “Get into the scanner. Let’s see if you’re really the helpless little girl you act like.”
I wasn’t crying, I think to myself, but I ignore her comment and step into the metal tube. It’s open on both ends, and there’s a little rolling belt that takes you through it. Sharein turns the belt on and I slide through. The machine makes a buzzing noise at one point.
“What have we here?” I hear her voice from outside. “Oho, a necklace? Family heirloom, I’ll bet. Take it off and hand it out.”

Great job!! But I don’t get that last paragraph? Will it be explained in your next continuation? Other than that it’s awesome, do you think you’ll get it published?
Wes .

Suddenly, I swing the chain around and bring the pendant, a pebble-sized ruby, against her face with a smack. She’s taken off-guard by the impact and stumbles back a step. That’s all the time I need. I lunge past the circular stand, trip over a cable, and slam against the door. My hands grab the handle and yank, but just then I feel hands grabbing me back.

“Stop, please,” I beg. She applies the stun several more times, jerking my body with its sharp current. I scream, but not loudly. My throat is closing up and my limbs tingle. I can’t move. When she finishes, I’m paralyzed, unable to move or even cry.

P.S. Yeah, I’ll probably publish it–if I ever finish it! It’s coming really slow right now. But I’m getting there. No fear, no retreat.
FTU

(1)
I slowly come awake, opening my eyes with a hope that I’ll see something that reminds me of home.
The ceiling is a foot from my nose; it’s a gray, cracked, concrete ceiling. I wince, remembering the events of last night, hoping and praying it’s just all a dream.
But it isn’t. With a sigh, I roll onto my side and stare miserably at the girl across the aisle from me.
I’m in a long, high room. It’s dark, but the kind of dark like the light is just beyond a curtained window. There are no windows here. Only rows and rows of metal three-stack bunks and a girl on each mattress. They’re hard as rocks, but I barely feel it. My arms and legs still are numb from last night.
Last night. What a nightmare.

(3)
I wonder where Mason is. Is he stuck in a room with a bunch of other guys? Marshall said something about finishing him. Does he mean killing him? I wouldn’t put it past these Unba. They have no respect for life, human or otherwise. It’s not something I like to think about, but now, lying all alone, kidnapped and miles from home, I begin to wish I had learned more about the Unba and what they do. It might have helped me steer clear of this.

(5)
Then they all look at me with surprised expressions. I stop, uncertain what’s going on.
“So, we have a black-list prospect in our midst.” The girl who was talking earlier steps forward and looks me up and down. “What’s your name?”
“Tannith.” I look her in the eye. “Who are you?” She’s a human, so I’m not afraid of her. Besides, she’s about Naomi’s size. I could take her on if she attacked me, which I hope she won’t. Funny I now think about stuff like that. Being with the Unba will do that to you.
“Huh. Not the usual scum the Unba pick up,” she says with a toss of her head. “I’m Britt. I’m the leader here, and you’ll do what I say. If you don’t—” she draws a finger across her throat. I swallow hard and nod. Picture gotten.

(7)
The little group of newcomers, me included, hurriedly line up. Britt walks down the row and pushes some of the unruly girls into rigid attention. I’m on the end, and when she reaches me, she stops.
“Tannith Drifess?”
“You know my last name?” I ask, surprised.
“Yeah.” She glances around, suddenly nervous, her voice near a whisper. “Look, just watch yourself, got it? You made a major mistake back there: arriving late to roll-call. They’re watching all the time.”
“Is that what you meant by black-list?” I ask, equally low in voice.
“Part of it.” She licks her lips and I realize how pale her face is under some faint scars. “All right, now move out,” she says loudly. She can switch from nervous to tough in a second. With hands on her hips, she says, “Late-comers won’t get breakfast. So move it!” These last words are punctuated by shoving me so that I ram into the back of the girl in front of me. Britt walks back up the line, shouting and threatening as everyone moves out the doors and down a hallway.

(9)
My thoughts disappear as we march into a cafeteria, like the kind in a normal school. There are metal tables with benches lining the room all the way to the end, which has another door. Along one side of the room is a buffet with filled trays. We all file past and take one, then find the next empty seat at a table and sit down. I feel starved; I didn’t get supper last night, and being scared always makes me hungry. Forget scared; I’m terrified! All the stuff Britt said back in the bunk room keeps running through my head. Bloody Asylum—my blood is starting to pump like crazy through my veins.
I look down the line of girls. All of them are dressed like me, in red jumpers with short hair braided back. Short hair! I fell like crying again when I think of my haircut last night. Silly, I know, but—

(11)
I don’t think Britt likes me very much, but it’s obvious that the other girls annoy her as well. I have to find out what they mean by “black-list prospect”. So I turn to the girl on my other side. She’s still staring at me, mouth open. I blush again, but this time I feel angry.
“What’s so big about being a black-list prospect?” I ask.
Her mouth moves, but she seems to have trouble getting sound out. Her eyes are getting bigger and bigger, and finally out comes a thin, squeaky voice. “You’re—you’re Tannith Drifess, aren’t you?”
I stare at her. “How do you know me?”
“I’m Shea—from Mason’s building—remember?”
“What? Shea? You mean” —I gulp— “you’re the one who disappeared? Yes, I remember you now! But that was years ago. How’d you end up here?”
“Same as you, I guess,” Shea says. Her voice is starting to sound more normal now. “I didn’t recognize you for a minute. But when you said about your dad being red-haired—I remembered.”