
Trouble & Dealing with
Promble
No operation
of propellers
Cause
1. Switch of Power “OFF”
2. No power of helo
3. Switch of Contriller “OFF”
1. Interfered by other infrared
Submitted by: Tom via Engrish Funny Submissions
In the instruction manual for some toy helicopters.
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Copy & paste this:


Say helo to propellers!
But there is no operation of them? Maybe your helo was interefered by other infrared.
If your helo is interfered by other infrared, it may well need an operation, although of course your physician may want you to try physical therapy first.
Naaah, it’s just that your helo needs to have power.
I think the helo was interfered by the filter on this site and lost the extra L.
Think again
I think not!
I am fairly sure that “helo” here is being used as a short form of “helicopter,” as is sometimes done in English, although in the US I hear”chopper” used in that way more often. It seems clear to me that these instructions came with an infrared-controlled model helicopter, so that “helo” is actually something they got right, at least kind of.
I don’t know why you say goodbye I say helo.
Because tomorrow never knows.
I always have problems with the contriller being ‘off’….
Which is probably why you always find yourself trillling alone. It’s a sad state of affairs, really, when you miss the joys of contrilling.
I like to leave the contriller on so I can hear it sing while it works.
Yes, the ambient soundscape is very soothing.
Did the neighboring ‘hood burn?
That’s why it’s best to buy it fresh and use it the same day – it really ought to be stored in the fridge, and then only for a few days.
It’s another “Meaning of Liff” moment, with the word “promble” obviously needing a definition. I’d say it would refer to the relatively quiet vibration one hears or feels just before a full-fledged rumble occurs. In seismology, it could essentially be the opposite of “aftershock.”
Prombles are cute, loveable, environmentally aware and fervently recycling fuzzy creatures, one extended clan of whom live in newspaper-lined burrows under Wimbledon Common. Humans in general are completely unaware of their existence. Their motto is “Make good use of bad propellers”. They recycle salvaged components from crashed aircraft to construct sophisticated laser-guided missile delivery systems that they sell to various totalitarian regimes around the world in order to fund the species’ crack habit.
They don’t seem to environmentally friendly though, selling weapons that could destroy themselves and the environments…
They live in burrows underground. They’re perfectly safe.
Are the prombles related to the wombles?
Uh…
If I ever get the chance to fly in a helicopter overseas, I think I’m just gonna skip it.
My promble is that I have no operation of propellers. Wait, I think I know why, I don’t own any propellers.
I’m pleased to hear it. Now you won’t need to have the operation.
My husband doesn’t want me to have the operation either. He says he likes me just the way I am.
Check the closet… none of those caps with the twirly things on top?
No. After looking through all the skeletons that were in there, I did not find any.
Well, that’s good. A skeleton with a whirling beanie would be quite bizarre.
Oooh, now you tell me that.
It’s that kind of day. Typos and errors are have been proliferating, Sometimes even when I’m not looking they sneak away and do strange un-seeable things.
*sigh*
Yes, TGIF.
And for many of us, it’s a 3-day weekend, courtesy of the late Dr. MLK.
You had me at Helo… wait. You didn’t because you have no power of Helo. (crap. Crap. CRAP) *bangs head on keyboard*
The real promble is that Helo is married to a Cylon….
They still managed to reproduce all right, though, so there were no prombles there.
So now I know what’s wrong with that beanie hat.
By the Power of Helo! We must hunt ourselves some Prombles!
If the promble is that contriller is off you must helo it. Scan with infrared before interfering and then have operation?
Do not fear the power of helo. It is a natural, necessary thing.
The power of helo is nothing compared to the Power of Goodbye!