Hurry hurry, friends – we must get back in the air to find the REAL Professor Island!

Blobby, Roy, & Moustachia: You’re back!

PF: Yes, indeed I am and I have been so many varieties of poopy to you all I cannot begin to apologize, but we must flee!

Bingo Clem: Why are you leaving, and in such a hurry?

PF: I MUST get to my home to save it.  I have gagged too many lollies here in my Dark Syrup half-slumber.

Bingo Clem: But you belong here, friend!

High Chancellor Mouth #2: The Vice Chancellor is right – you were not respected in your home, you were shunned and mistrusted.  There is no reason to go back to that.

High Chancellor Mouth #4: The prophecies put you here, Moustached Fliggins.

PF: Wait – stop running and please listen with all of your ear-holes Mr. and Ms. and… It High Chancellor.  I must save Professor Island, not only will I be responsible for Mr. Demon Discovering it with his terrible evil, but I owe it to the place that raised me to protect it from harm in general.

High Chancellor Mouth #1: We do not understand.  You have everything here and there you have nothing but closed-minds and disrespect.

PF: Sometimes running away is one’s only option.  Sometimes the World is too unbearable so one must enter into a new World, free of that which torments.  But sometimes you can fix that from which you feel Detached.   Sometimes, one must fight to make a better home.  Sometimes, being Detached is not a permanent condition.

Crowny: For me it is!

Roy: Fair enough.

PF: So please let us leave to fight for our estranged Home, Sirs and Madames.  I am certain if the Isle faced similar peril, you would do much to protect it.

Bingo Clem: He’s right, bosses.

High Chancellor Mouths #2 and 4: Very well.

PF: Thank you, friends.  So.  Does anyone know where the real Professor Island is?

All Voices: Sorry.

Roy: Crowny said something in the Big Blue knows, something named Blubba.

Crowny: Maybe!

PF: We are not equipped to set sail on the Big Blue.

Moustachia: Mistew High Chancewew?  Did you say Moustaches aw woyawty here?

High Chancellor Mouth #1: Yes, little Majesty, you and the Professor are royalty here.

Moustachia: Fweckew Beach – tuwn aw diwigibew into a big oh boat!

PF: Let me translate.: Freckle-sand, please convert our airship into a watership.

Freckles: YES, SIR!

*zzzhhhzhhhhzhhhhVVVVV O O O O O O RRRRMMMmmmmmffffff*

PF: Remarkable!

Blobby: I have never seen a dust cloud participating in carpentry before.

Roy: I have.

Blobby: Really?

Roy: Haha – NO!

Blobby: Shut up!

*bing!*

PF: That was the most miraculous thing I have ever seen.

Bingo Clem: This is a miraculous place, friend.

PF: Truly.  All aboard, lads and lass!  We shall figure out how to sail along the way.  We will find this Blubba-thing!

High Chancellor Mouths 1-4: Thank you for blessing us with the present of your presence.  You are welcome here always.

PF: Thank you, all.  Goodbye!

Bingo Clem: Here, take a sack full of our Freckle sand.  May its miracles serve you later.

PF: Thank you, Professor Monkey Claw.  I shall miss you most of all!

Bingo Clem: No problem, chum!

All Voices: GOODBYE, PROFESSOR FLIGGINS.  MAY YOU ALWAYS RE-ATTACH  WITH YOUR OWN POWER.

PF: Goodbye.  Goodbye.  Goodbye-bye-bye.

Current Mood: Hanged-over?
Discoveries Made: Freckle-sand friendship!

Hereinto referenced: Bingo Clem ¤ Crowny ¤ Freckle Beach ¤ High Chancellor ¤ Kerchief Dirigible