Ah, this village full of soccer fields and racetracks must be Kicky Village.  How odd that these peoples are defined by one very specific action…  I suppose not much surprises me anymore – I am numb to ridiculous new civilizations it seems.

Distressed Kicky: Criminey!  Who are you and why did you bring this horrible fish stench with you?

PF: Mammal.

Distressed Kicky: What?

PF: Whales are mammals, you should ask us “why did you bring this horrible mammal stench with you?”

Distressed Kicky: Nevermind the taxonomic distinction of it, are you the reason for this stink?

Roy: Sort of!

PF: Here is the note one of your kicking compatriots told me to deliver to you.  It is our only task.

Distressed Kicky: (reading) “Cannot Kick this unbearable stink mound to sea – please bring the equipment for a whale-sized Hydration Station.  The monocle man can show you the way, but you can probably just follow the smell.”  Well, you hear that Kickies?  Whale-sized Hydration Station – GO!

PF: Goodness! So much immediate Kicky bustle!  These characters are organized to the maximum!

Distressed Kicky: This’ll take a little time to coordinate – why don’t you wait the night at one of our famous Bed and Breakfasts till we need you.

PF: Are you sure we cannot help?  We have hands!

Roy: I got seven of ‘em!

Distressed Kicky: Go wait at the Bed and Breakfast

Current Mood: I have never kicked a breakfast out of bed!
Discoveries Made: Kicky Village!

Hereinto referenced: Blubba stink ¤ Distressed Kicky ¤ Kickies ¤ Kicky Village ¤ Roy