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Blobby Log Day 50 (part 1)

As written by Professor Fliggins in Chapter 1: Hotdog Kingdom > Vol. 1

Timestamp: Morning; Day 50
Weather: Moist Forevermore!
Landscape: The Hot Dog Palace Grand Hall!

NOTES:

Take good dictation, Blobby, we are about to have audience with the Hot Dog King himself!

Sausage Cadet: Ladies and Gentlemen, rise for the perpetually delicious, gracious and munificent, King of the Hot Dogs!

!: All hail, his bun-less glory!

PF: …bunny blurry!

Sausage Cadet: Everyone, please be seated.

Hot Dog King: I am grumpy!

Sausage Cadet: Everyone leave, his highness is grumpy today!

*shuffling sounds*

Sausage Cadet: Our sincerest apologies to the Ketchup and Mustard Ambassadors from Foodlandia.

Ketchup Emissary: That’s okay, now we can go to the festival!

Sausage Cadet: Sorry, Larry, back to jail!

PF: Goodness no!  I shall be cooked for sure!  WAIT!

Hot Dog King: Who is that noisy pastry?

PF: Your highness, I am no pastry at all!  I am Professor Frederick Fliggins and I have come to find your crown!

*audible gasp*

Hot Dog King: My crown?

PF: Yes, sire!  I am a Professor Island University Thirteenth Level Junior Discoverist!  I have been training my entire Life to Find and Discover, and I see no Reason why my Skills may not be transferred to Discover your lost crown.

Hot Dog King: What is this loopy pastry talking about?

?: Sire, we have imprisoned this foreigner without charge and I have deemed him to be useful in the search for your crown.

Hot Dog King: What’s that, Hilda?  Well, if YOU think so…  Tell me, Mr. Pastry, how do you suppose to find the most sought after possession in all the Hot Dog Kingdom?

PF: Yes…  Yes, well.  Well, I will tell you.  I will tell you, your highness.  So, in my training…  I, hummm, I, hrmmmm.  Yes.  Okay.  Where did you last leave it?

Hot Dog King: On my head!

PF: And you checked there?  Yes, of course.  Um, did you try looking under things?  Whenever I lose something, it is always in the last place that I look… Heh Heh… Oh dear…

Hot Dog King: Someone skewer this fool and cook him over the flames of Mt. Feroshi!

PF:
*ulp!*

Hilda: Oscar!  Just because you are grumpy doesn’t mean you have the right to sentence every pastry you meet to be roasted over lava!

PF: Oscar?

Hot Dog King:
Ugh.  Very well.  You are lucky, little pastry.  *ahem* I release this moustachioed lunatic to the care of Hilda Frankfurter, Minister of Diplomacy and Sweet Pickle Relish – so speaketh me!

!: Hail!  The King spaketh so!

PF: Hail!  Thank you, Osc… your highness!  I promise to find your crown for you!

Hot Dog King: Hilda, take your new project out of here before I have him kippered.

Hilda: Of course, your highness.

Field Drawing - Hotdog King

Current Mood: *phew!*
Discoveries Made: Hot Dog Mercy!