Blobby: Are you okay, Moustachia?
Moustachia: What awe they doing with Mama?
Blobby: The Devils have him tied up in this dank lair. Luckily, I don’t think they noticed us in the basket of the Dirigible when they dragged us in here. Let’s just keep still and hopefully we can overhear a way to save Roy and PF.
PF: *mmph Shamey shame! I left in shameity shame sham sham shame…*
Blobby: Poor, PF — these nightmares are pretty constant.
Flying Devil: Deez guy’s a real nutball, eh boyz?
Devils: Yeah yeah! Nutball fer sures!
PF: I am sorry, Professor Ancestors! I am sorry I am not a Baker! *Grumble*
Flying Devil: The Dark Syrup really did a numba on this whack-a-mole, he’s tree kinds a’bonkers! Wait’ll Mr. Demon meets this tube sock! He’ll do like seven triple takes and be all, “Wha?? What a wingnut!”
Devils: Totes der buddy! Totes!
PF: No! Get away scaried face Fellow! I cannot help that I ran away, scaried, monocled face Fellow! Fellooooow!!!
Current Mood: ...
Discoveries Made: ALL THE SCARY FACE FELLOWS!
Hereinto referenced: Dark Syrup ¤ Flying Devil ¤ Mr. Demon