Sausage Cadet: Hey, Larry! I’ve been ordered by Madame Hilda to escort you to the Bean Village for the Beans and Franks Festival. You ready?
PF: Nearly so. I have just a few more items to label…
Sausage Cadet: What the… There’s tags on everything – this is going to take forever to clean up!
PF: You better not clean this up, good sir! Specimens are not to be disturbed until retrieved by the Professor Island Museum Curators.
Sausage Cadet: *Sigh* Whatever. Madame Hilda wanted you to have this note as well. She apologizes for her absence.
PF: A note! How lovely. I shall now read it aloud. *Ahem*
Dear Fliggins, You’re about to embark on your first unescorted venture outside. You will Discover so many things you may lose your grip on reality – practice your breathing exercises and stay calm. Please try to shake yourself of that annoying habit to put tiny labels on everything – that will only serve to irritate and enrage foreign heads of state. I think this world away from your home will feed your Discovery addiction, but I worry that you have much to Find about yourself before you can survive in a place that might not always have your best interests in mind. Be careful, little pastry. I haven’t been interested in Discovery until I met you, but I am now glad to have Discovered you. Thank you for crash-landing in my moat.
xoxo
Hilda
Mr. Cadet, I believe that Hilda is the sweetest Hot Dog I have ever met.
Sausage Cadet: She sure is!
PF: The note is even scented with her special meat-perfume. You know, perhaps I should follow Hilda’s lead and make the Discovery of specific Peoples my most valuable Discoveries. This is something to ponder.
Sausage Cadet: Whatever you say, buddy. Let’s go!
PF: *Sigh*
