Blubba: …now, Death Monologue Sub-Monologue Number Eighty-Two: My medium-sized regrets. Medium-sized regret number one: I never entered a pie-eating contest…
Blobby: grrr…
PF: So as you can see, Mr. Kane sir, this mouthy monstrosity has collided with your shore and needs to somehow be returned to the sea.
Kane: Why do you want to help it?
PF: Well… because creatures need assistance sometimes…
Roy: And he knows where Professor Island is!
PF: Yes. He knows – somewhere in the libraries of his noodle – the location of our home…
Kane: I do not know…
PF: You do not know HOW to help, or if you WANT to help?
Kane: Either. Both. I do not know.
PF: Remarkable. Well perhaps you could – HEY, where did he go?
?: What’s that smell?
PF: Oh, hello. I promise that I did not deal that smell… Nor am I accusing you, gaggle of armless chaps, that YOU have dealt that smell! How illogical is it that one who smelts shall also be the one who dealts. Deals. Um. Hello.
?: Hey. Seriously, what’s that smell?
PF: Well, I do believe it is the giant orating beached whale that is currently baking in the sun behind me.
Blubba: …of course I regret all that garlic I ate last night…
?: Good gracious! A beached whale!
PF: Yes, that. That is whom dealt it.
Kicky: C’mon, Kickies, let’s start dousing this thing with water so it doesn’t dehydrate.
PF: So the denizens here are called Kickies. Note that, Blobby.
Big Kicky: How are we gonna get this thing back in the ocean? He’s gigantic!
Blubba: …I regret not working off all the decades of holiday pounds…
Big Kicky: Ungh… He won’t budge!
Original Kicky: Well start getting the buckets, maybe it’ll help take the edge off this stink…
Kickies: Yeah!
PF: Well THESE red Kickies are helpful. I wonder what was the deal with that hooded gray Kicky…
Current Mood: Confuzzled.
Discoveries Made: "Kickies" is the plural of "Kicky." I have Discovered plural Kicky.
Hereinto referenced: Blubba ¤ Kane ¤ Kickies ¤ Kicky Village ¤ Stealth Kicky ¤ Whale Stink
