Quello viola è Zhurgh,il nemico di Buzz Lightear.

You did a really fantastic job here, 8 whole minutes of fast paced action. No doubt it took countless hours of hard work.

"How much do add Megatron's "what for" sounds effect" Him: "yes."

The fighting has more creativity then my imagination 😂

I didn't think the vids could get any better🔥🔥

Bro this was epic. I’m subbing

Cool bro 👍

2:43 good timing bee. Bumblebee: No Body hurts my best friend

good job

you forgot to transform Optimus all the way when he was in truck mode

Nice one!

This is perfect!

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Awsome video!

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Great video!

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Psychopathic Optimus prime

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Soo sigma

She have chance me i want this toys but i don't have monney

Also this is very epic now this stop motion is inspiring to make my own fighting to

Am glad that they are going to release a mothra toy so don’t worry yall

MOtHRA AND KONG ==== LLL SOO MUCH

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I love the way they run 😂

Awesome!

nice stopmotion

I have that mothra as well

Holy crap dude, this is great! I don’t know what to say besides just how underrated this is. Dude keep it up!!

Kong salvou godzilla em 2021 e godzilla quer matar kong no próximo filme😢

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It looked incredible, super cool 😎👌🏻

I just don’t get it why playmates made Godzilla that ugly

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LMAO I HAVE THAT SAME MOTHRA

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Was it enough? That was the question he kept asking himself. Was being satisfied enough? He looked around him at everyone yearning to just be satisfied in their daily life, and he had reached that goal. He knew that he was satisfied and he also knew it wasn't going to be enough. The red line moved across the page. With each millimeter, it advanced forward. Something changed in the room. The actual change taking place was difficult to perceive, but the change was real. The red line continued relentlessly across the page, and the room would never be the same. Devon couldn't figure out the color of her eyes. He initially would have guessed that they were green, but the more he looked at them, he almost wanted to say they were a golden yellow. Then there were the flashes of red and orange that seemed to be streaked throughout them. It was almost as if her eyes were made of opal with the sun constantly glinting off of them and bringing out more color. They were definitely the most unusual pair of eyes he'd ever seen. There wasn't a whole lot he could do at that moment. He played the situation again and again in his head, looking at what he might have done differently to make the situation better. No matter how many times he relived the situation in his head, there was never really a good alternative course of action. There simply wasn't a whole lot he could have done in that particular moment. What were the chances? It would have to be a lot more than 100 to 1. It was likely even more than 1,000 to 1. The more he thought about it, the more the odds of it happening had to be more than 10,000 to 1 and even 100,000 to 1. People often threw around the chances of something happening as being 1,000,000 to 1 as an exaggeration of an unlikely event, but he could see that they may actually be accurate in this situation. Whatever the odds of it happening, he knew they were big. What he didn't know was whether this happening was lucky or unlucky. Pink ponies and purple giraffes roamed the field. Cotton candy grew from the ground as a chocolate river meandered off to the side. What looked like stones in the pasture were actually rock candy. Everything in her dream seemed to be perfect except for the fact that she had no mouth. Her mom had warned her. She had been warned time and again, but she had refused to believe her. She had done everything right, and she knew she would be rewarded for doing so with the promotion. So when the promotion was given to her main rival, it not only stung, it threw her belief system into disarray. It was her first big lesson in life, but not the last. She had come to the conclusion that you could tell a lot about a person by their ears. The way they stuck out and the size of the earlobes could give you wonderful insights into the person. Of course, she couldn't scientifically prove any of this, but that didn't matter to her. Before anything else, she would size up the ears of the person she was talking to. It wasn't quite yet time to panic. There was still time to salvage the situation. At least, that is what she was telling himself. The reality was that it was time to panic, and there wasn't time to salvage the situation, but he continued to delude himself into believing there was. "It doesn't take much to touch someone's heart," Daisy said with a smile on her face. "It's often just the little things you do that can change a person's day for the better." Daisy truly believed this to be the way the world worked, but she didn't understand that she was merely a robot that had been programmed to believe this. They argue. While the argument seems to be different, the truth is it's always the same. Yes, the topic may be different or the circumstances, but when all said and done, it all came back to the same thing. They both knew it, but neither has the courage or strength to address the underlying issue. So they continue to argue. Sitting in the sun, away from everyone who had done him harm in the past, he quietly listened to those who roamed by. He felt at peace in the moment, hoping it would last, but knowing the reprieve would soon come to an end. He closed his eyes, the sun beating down on his face, and he smiled. He smiled for the first time in as long as he could remember. There weren't supposed to be dragons flying in the sky. First and foremost, dragons didn't exist. They were mythical creatures from fantasy books like unicorns. This was something that Pete knew in his heart to be true, so he was having a difficult time acknowledging that there were actually fire-breathing dragons flying in the sky above him. I'm so confused by your ridiculous meltdown that I must insist on some sort of explanation for your behavior towards me. It just doesn't make any sense. There's no way that I deserved the treatment you gave me without an explanation or an apology for how out of line you have been. He stepped away from the mic. This was the best take he had done so far, but something seemed missing. Then, it struck him all at once. Visuals ran in front of his eyes, and music rang in his ears. His eager fingers went to work in an attempt to capture his thoughts, hoping the results would produce something that was at least half their glory. Welcome to my world. You will be greeted by the unexpected here, and your mind will be challenged and expanded in ways that you never thought possible. That is if you are able to survive... There was no ring on his finger. That was a good sign, although far from proof that he was available. Still, it was much better than if he had been wearing a wedding ring on his hand. She glanced at his hand a bit more intently to see if there were any tan lines where a ring may have been, and he's simply taken it off. She couldn't detect any, which was also a good sign and a relief. The next step would be to get access to his wallet to see if there were any family photos in it. Don't be scared. The things out there that are unknown aren't scary in themselves. They are just unknown at the moment. Take the time to know them before you list them as scary. Then, the world will be a much less scary place for you. They needed to find a place to eat. The kids were beginning to get grumpy in the back seat, and if they didn't find them food soon, it was just a matter of time before they were faced with a complete meltdown. Even knowing this, the solution wasn't easy. Everyone in the car had a different opinion on where the best place to eat would be with nobody agreeing with the suggestions of the others. It seemed to be an impossible no-win situation where not everyone would be happy no matter where they decided to eat, which in itself would lead to a meltdown. Yet a decision needed to be made, and it needed to be made quickly. He slowly poured the drink over a large chunk of ice he had, especially chiseled off a larger block. He didn't particularly like his drinks cold, but he knew that the drama of chiseling the ice and then pouring a drink over it looked far more impressive than how he actually liked it. It was all about image, and he'd managed to perfect the image that he wanted to project. "Can I get you anything else?" David asked. It was a question he asked a hundred times a day, and he always received the same answer. It had become such an ingrained part of his daily routine that he had to step back and actively think when he heard the little girl's reply. Nobody had before answered the question the way that she did, and David didn't know how he should respond. The water brushes down the wash and into the slot canyon below. Two hikers had started the day to sunny weather without a cloud in the sky, but they hadn't thought to check the weather north of the canyon. Huge thunderstorms had brought a deluge o rain and produced flash floods heading their way. The two hikers had no idea what was coming. She needed glasses. It wasn't that she couldn't see without them, but what she could see with them. When she wore glasses, her eyes focused so deeply that she could see not only the physical but also beyond. It was like a superpower. But she needed glasses. She sat deep in thought. The next word that came out o her mouth would likely be the most important word of her life. It had to be exact with no possibility of being misinterpreted. She was ready. She looked deeply into his eyes and said, "Octopus."

Was it enough? That was the question he kept asking himself. Was being satisfied enough? He looked around him at everyone yearning to just be satisfied in their daily life, and he had reached that goal. He knew that he was satisfied and he also knew it wasn't going to be enough. The red line moved across the page. With each millimeter, it advanced forward. Something changed in the room. The actual change taking place was difficult to perceive, but the change was real. The red line continued relentlessly across the page, and the room would never be the same. Devon couldn't figure out the color of her eyes. He initially would have guessed that they were green, but the more he looked at them, he almost wanted to say they were a golden yellow. Then there were the flashes of red and orange that seemed to be streaked throughout them. It was almost as if her eyes were made of opal with the sun constantly glinting off of them and bringing out more color. They were definitely the most unusual pair of eyes he'd ever seen. There wasn't a whole lot he could do at that moment. He played the situation again and again in his head, looking at what he might have done differently to make the situation better. No matter how many times he relived the situation in his head, there was never really a good alternative course of action. There simply wasn't a whole lot he could have done in that particular moment. What were the chances? It would have to be a lot more than 100 to 1. It was likely even more than 1,000 to 1. The more he thought about it, the more the odds of it happening had to be more than 10,000 to 1 and even 100,000 to 1. People often threw around the chances of something happening as being 1,000,000 to 1 as an exaggeration of an unlikely event, but he could see that they may actually be accurate in this situation. Whatever the odds of it happening, he knew they were big. What he didn't know was whether this happening was lucky or unlucky. Pink ponies and purple giraffes roamed the field. Cotton candy grew from the ground as a chocolate river meandered off to the side. What looked like stones in the pasture were actually rock candy. Everything in her dream seemed to be perfect except for the fact that she had no mouth. Her mom had warned her. She had been warned time and again, but she had refused to believe her. She had done everything right, and she knew she would be rewarded for doing so with the promotion. So when the promotion was given to her main rival, it not only stung, it threw her belief system into disarray. It was her first big lesson in life, but not the last. She had come to the conclusion that you could tell a lot about a person by their ears. The way they stuck out and the size of the earlobes could give you wonderful insights into the person. Of course, she couldn't scientifically prove any of this, but that didn't matter to her. Before anything else, she would size up the ears of the person she was talking to. It wasn't quite yet time to panic. There was still time to salvage the situation. At least, that is what she was telling himself. The reality was that it was time to panic, and there wasn't time to salvage the situation, but he continued to delude himself into believing there was. "It doesn't take much to touch someone's heart," Daisy said with a smile on her face. "It's often just the little things you do that can change a person's day for the better." Daisy truly believed this to be the way the world worked, but she didn't understand that she was merely a robot that had been programmed to believe this. They argue. While the argument seems to be different, the truth is it's always the same. Yes, the topic may be different or the circumstances, but when all said and done, it all came back to the same thing. They both knew it, but neither has the courage or strength to address the underlying issue. So they continue to argue. Sitting in the sun, away from everyone who had done him harm in the past, he quietly listened to those who roamed by. He felt at peace in the moment, hoping it would last, but knowing the reprieve would soon come to an end. He closed his eyes, the sun beating down on his face, and he smiled. He smiled for the first time in as long as he could remember. There weren't supposed to be dragons flying in the sky. First and foremost, dragons didn't exist. They were mythical creatures from fantasy books like unicorns. This was something that Pete knew in his heart to be true, so he was having a difficult time acknowledging that there were actually fire-breathing dragons flying in the sky above him. I'm so confused by your ridiculous meltdown that I must insist on some sort of explanation for your behavior towards me. It just doesn't make any sense. There's no way that I deserved the treatment you gave me without an explanation or an apology for how out of line you have been. He stepped away from the mic. This was the best take he had done so far, but something seemed missing. Then, it struck him all at once. Visuals ran in front of his eyes, and music rang in his ears. His eager fingers went to work in an attempt to capture his thoughts, hoping the results would produce something that was at least half their glory. Welcome to my world. You will be greeted by the unexpected here, and your mind will be challenged and expanded in ways that you never thought possible. That is if you are able to survive... There was no ring on his finger. That was a good sign, although far from proof that he was available. Still, it was much better than if he had been wearing a wedding ring on his hand. She glanced at his hand a bit more intently to see if there were any tan lines where a ring may have been, and he's simply taken it off. She couldn't detect any, which was also a good sign and a relief. The next step would be to get access to his wallet to see if there were any family photos in it. Don't be scared. The things out there that are unknown aren't scary in themselves. They are just unknown at the moment. Take the time to know them before you list them as scary. Then, the world will be a much less scary place for you. They needed to find a place to eat. The kids were beginning to get grumpy in the back seat, and if they didn't find them food soon, it was just a matter of time before they were faced with a complete meltdown. Even knowing this, the solution wasn't easy. Everyone in the car had a different opinion on where the best place to eat would be with nobody agreeing with the suggestions of the others. It seemed to be an impossible no-win situation where not everyone would be happy no matter where they decided to eat, which in itself would lead to a meltdown. Yet a decision needed to be made, and it needed to be made quickly. He slowly poured the drink over a large chunk of ice he had, especially chiseled off a larger block. He didn't particularly like his drinks cold, but he knew that the drama of chiseling the ice and then pouring a drink over it looked far more impressive than how he actually liked it. It was all about image, and he'd managed to perfect the image that he wanted to project. "Can I get you anything else?" David asked. It was a question he asked a hundred times a day, and he always received the same answer. It had become such an ingrained part of his daily routine that he had to step back and actively think when he heard the little girl's reply. Nobody had before answered the question the way that she did, and David didn't know how he should respond. The water brushes down the wash and into the slot canyon below. Two hikers had started the day to sunny weather without a cloud in the sky, but they hadn't thought to check the weather north of the canyon. Huge thunderstorms had brought a deluge o rain and produced flash floods heading their way. The two hikers had no idea what was coming. She needed glasses. It wasn't that she couldn't see without them, but what she could see with them. When she wore glasses, her eyes focused so deeply that she could see not only the physical but also beyond. It was like a superpower. But she needed glasses. She sat deep in thought. The next word that came out o her mouth would likely be the most important word of her life. It had to be exact with no possibility of being misinterpreted. She was ready. She looked deeply into his eyes and said, "Octopus."

Was it enough? That was the question he kept asking himself. Was being satisfied enough? He looked around him at everyone yearning to just be satisfied in their daily life, and he had reached that goal. He knew that he was satisfied and he also knew it wasn't going to be enough. The red line moved across the page. With each millimeter, it advanced forward. Something changed in the room. The actual change taking place was difficult to perceive, but the change was real. The red line continued relentlessly across the page, and the room would never be the same. Devon couldn't figure out the color of her eyes. He initially would have guessed that they were green, but the more he looked at them, he almost wanted to say they were a golden yellow. Then there were the flashes of red and orange that seemed to be streaked throughout them. It was almost as if her eyes were made of opal with the sun constantly glinting off of them and bringing out more color. They were definitely the most unusual pair of eyes he'd ever seen. There wasn't a whole lot he could do at that moment. He played the situation again and again in his head, looking at what he might have done differently to make the situation better. No matter how many times he relived the situation in his head, there was never really a good alternative course of action. There simply wasn't a whole lot he could have done in that particular moment. What were the chances? It would have to be a lot more than 100 to 1. It was likely even more than 1,000 to 1. The more he thought about it, the more the odds of it happening had to be more than 10,000 to 1 and even 100,000 to 1. People often threw around the chances of something happening as being 1,000,000 to 1 as an exaggeration of an unlikely event, but he could see that they may actually be accurate in this situation. Whatever the odds of it happening, he knew they were big. What he didn't know was whether this happening was lucky or unlucky. Pink ponies and purple giraffes roamed the field. Cotton candy grew from the ground as a chocolate river meandered off to the side. What looked like stones in the pasture were actually rock candy. Everything in her dream seemed to be perfect except for the fact that she had no mouth. Her mom had warned her. She had been warned time and again, but she had refused to believe her. She had done everything right, and she knew she would be rewarded for doing so with the promotion. So when the promotion was given to her main rival, it not only stung, it threw her belief system into disarray. It was her first big lesson in life, but not the last. She had come to the conclusion that you could tell a lot about a person by their ears. The way they stuck out and the size of the earlobes could give you wonderful insights into the person. Of course, she couldn't scientifically prove any of this, but that didn't matter to her. Before anything else, she would size up the ears of the person she was talking to. It wasn't quite yet time to panic. There was still time to salvage the situation. At least, that is what she was telling himself. The reality was that it was time to panic, and there wasn't time to salvage the situation, but he continued to delude himself into believing there was. "It doesn't take much to touch someone's heart," Daisy said with a smile on her face. "It's often just the little things you do that can change a person's day for the better." Daisy truly believed this to be the way the world worked, but she didn't understand that she was merely a robot that had been programmed to believe this. They argue. While the argument seems to be different, the truth is it's always the same. Yes, the topic may be different or the circumstances, but when all said and done, it all came back to the same thing. They both knew it, but neither has the courage or strength to address the underlying issue. So they continue to argue. Sitting in the sun, away from everyone who had done him harm in the past, he quietly listened to those who roamed by. He felt at peace in the moment, hoping it would last, but knowing the reprieve would soon come to an end. He closed his eyes, the sun beating down on his face, and he smiled. He smiled for the first time in as long as he could remember. There weren't supposed to be dragons flying in the sky. First and foremost, dragons didn't exist. They were mythical creatures from fantasy books like unicorns. This was something that Pete knew in his heart to be true, so he was having a difficult time acknowledging that there were actually fire-breathing dragons flying in the sky above him. I'm so confused by your ridiculous meltdown that I must insist on some sort of explanation for your behavior towards me. It just doesn't make any sense. There's no way that I deserved the treatment you gave me without an explanation or an apology for how out of line you have been. He stepped away from the mic. This was the best take he had done so far, but something seemed missing. Then, it struck him all at once. Visuals ran in front of his eyes, and music rang in his ears. His eager fingers went to work in an attempt to capture his thoughts, hoping the results would produce something that was at least half their glory. Welcome to my world. You will be greeted by the unexpected here, and your mind will be challenged and expanded in ways that you never thought possible. That is if you are able to survive... There was no ring on his finger. That was a good sign, although far from proof that he was available. Still, it was much better than if he had been wearing a wedding ring on his hand. She glanced at his hand a bit more intently to see if there were any tan lines where a ring may have been, and he's simply taken it off. She couldn't detect any, which was also a good sign and a relief. The next step would be to get access to his wallet to see if there were any family photos in it. Don't be scared. The things out there that are unknown aren't scary in themselves. They are just unknown at the moment. Take the time to know them before you list them as scary. Then, the world will be a much less scary place for you. They needed to find a place to eat. The kids were beginning to get grumpy in the back seat, and if they didn't find them food soon, it was just a matter of time before they were faced with a complete meltdown. Even knowing this, the solution wasn't easy. Everyone in the car had a different opinion on where the best place to eat would be with nobody agreeing with the suggestions of the others. It seemed to be an impossible no-win situation where not everyone would be happy no matter where they decided to eat, which in itself would lead to a meltdown. Yet a decision needed to be made, and it needed to be made quickly. He slowly poured the drink over a large chunk of ice he had, especially chiseled off a larger block. He didn't particularly like his drinks cold, but he knew that the drama of chiseling the ice and then pouring a drink over it looked far more impressive than how he actually liked it. It was all about image, and he'd managed to perfect the image that he wanted to project. "Can I get you anything else?" David asked. It was a question he asked a hundred times a day, and he always received the same answer. It had become such an ingrained part of his daily routine that he had to step back and actively think when he heard the little girl's reply. Nobody had before answered the question the way that she did, and David didn't know how he should respond. The water brushes down the wash and into the slot canyon below. Two hikers had started the day to sunny weather without a cloud in the sky, but they hadn't thought to check the weather north of the canyon. Huge thunderstorms had brought a deluge o rain and produced flash floods heading their way. The two hikers had no idea what was coming. She needed glasses. It wasn't that she couldn't see without them, but what she could see with them. When she wore glasses, her eyes focused so deeply that she could see not only the physical but also beyond. It was like a superpower. But she needed glasses. She sat deep in thought. The next word that came out o her mouth would likely be the most important word of her life. It had to be exact with no possibility of being misinterpreted. She was ready. She looked deeply into his eyes and said, "Octopus." Pin?