Isn't Atlantis located in that other ocean? I think it's called THE ATLANTIC!
And I want my back scratcher back. It cost me 79 cents at the Dollar store.
Well, yes...
Technically the original Atlantis, a Bronze Age Minoan settlement called Akrotiri, located on the island of Santorini in the Aegean Sea, is...
Well, sort of was...
Until it kind of exploded.
The Aegean is connected to the Mediterranean and that is connected to the Atlantic...
But that Alantis, which was only called Atlantis by Plato because he couldn't secure licensing rights to "Akrotiri", for his dialogues "Timaeus" and "Critias"...
That Atlantis was destroyed by a volcanic eruption when cat hair clogged the geothermal power generators which an advanced civilization of cats from outer space had built for the Akrotirians...
It's all very complicated, involved Tuna and is explained in more detail in my memoirs...
But, I'll spare anyone reading this, those details...
The other Atlantis which if you believe Edgar Cayce when he wasn't clairvoyantly refining Atomidine, was located in the Atlantic, somewhere in the Caribbean Sea...
And despite it not adhering to his predictions of rising from the sea in the 1960s, did in fact, if you are inclined to believe Kerzner International Resorts and Brookfield Asset Management, arose from a 141 acre plot of land on Paradise Island in the Bahamas in 1998.
But that was only an ocean themed resort and adventure park built to house a family of wealthy and influential dolphins who were addicted to being groped by tourists.
That Atlantis, oddly enough was built over the subterranean remains of an ancient Akrotirian amusement park and resort named Mew, which was built by a bunch of hybrid earth/extraterrestrial cats trying to gloam off the success of Akrotiri's water park inside the dormant volcano on Santorini.
Mew, which was destroyed in a totally separate series of explosions which I won't bore anyone with the details of, suffice to say it involved a lack of thumbs and territorial marking on urine sensitive reactor equipment.
Mew, the earth feline word for "Pacifica" was a bold example of just how bad some ancient cats were with geography and more often then not was confused with the mythical lost continent of Mu, which if you have faith in James Churchward's mapmaking skills, was located in the Pacific Ocean.
As you can see, the similarities between Mu and Mew and the association with the pacific, confused many ancient mariners and tourists.
Mu, which wasn't lost or a continent, was in fact an island and it's name was a misspelling of "Moo", which technically means "Atlantica".
The Mooians... Or Mooese... Eh... People of Moo, petitioned the minister of tourism to rebrand/rename the island from "Lauwiliwilinukunuku'oi'oiwiliwililooloolumpikunukhumuhumunukunukuäpua'a", an ancient Polynesian word for nothing but gibberish, which apparently was the winner of the island's original "Get Drunk And Name Our Lovely Island" contest.
Being that the original name of Lauwiliwilinukunuku'oi'oiwiliwililooloolumpikunukhumuhumunukunukuäpua'a, didn't really didn't fit on many travel posters very neatly, after a very brief period of time, the inhabitants decided to have another naming contest to find a shorter more attractive name for the island.
Unfortunately the island had a huge alcoholism problem and the naming contest happened to occur during one of the island's many Mardi Gras-like festivals and when everyone woke up on Monday, they found that the island had been named "Moo", apparently by a cow, or someone associated with dairy farming.
Not wanting to push their luck with another naming contest, they chose Moo, since it was easy to pronounce and could fit on travel posters in huge fonts.
The idea was a success and the island was eventually purchased by a consortium of hybrid cats for the sum of ten tons of tuna and two hundred jet skis.
The cats stuck with the island's name, which still sounded a lot like Mew when they said it, but they instead implied it meant "Atlantis" because they were still a race of cats that were really bad at geography.
Eventually the island was built up into a fantastically advanced civilization which was one of the wonders of the ancient world for exactly six weeks before it caught fire, burned to the ground, broke in two, exploded and sank to the bottom of the pacific, where only its "Chamber of Fantastic Secrets" attraction managed to survive and remain accessible from an emergency transport chamber located in an underwater cave off the Bikini Atoll in the Marshall Islands.
Which incidentally was the site of the U.S. Government's failed attempt to kill the giant Decapus guarding the cave, by using an atomic bomb.
This just made the Decapus bigger, angrier and gave it the ability to shoot lightning from its mustache.
Decapuses have mustaches in case Wikipedia overlooked that.
That and the ten legs are what distinguishes them from their tasty relatives the Octopuses, or more correctly "Octopodes", as the Greeks would say.
And in that poorly named Chamber of Fantastic Secrets is were I last had Lorraine using the backscratcher of the gods/magical key, which you correctly pointed out is still to this day available in many Dollar stores and tourist traps worldwide.
I hope this wasn't overly long or lethally boring...
I left out a lot of details I'd normally include in my other writings, but I felt it was a lot more unnecessarily informative then just saying "yeah, you got a point there", which technically, I'm incapable of doing.