I am walking through the Hot Dog Kingdom, Blobby, and I have to say, it is taking all of my energy not to start labeling all the tasty Discoveries. I must keep my head down and try not to notice that I have passed seventeen different kinds of grass! So different…
Luckily, the Sausage Cadet who escorts me is a brash and goal-oriented fellow who keeps me moving forward, almost as if he is happy to expel me from his land. But I know this cannot be so for I am delightful!
Sausage Cadet: Here we are, Larry: the border between the Hot Dog Kingdom and the Bean Village. The Beans and Franks Festival is right over there. Good luck finding your Gingerfizz! Don’t come back unless you’re on fire!
PF: Of course. I will not come searching for you unless I am quite desperate for help. Goodbye, sir.
Sausage Cadet: Smell ya later, Larry! I’m gonna go ride the Feral Ferris Wheel…
PF: What a bizarre fellow. Okay, Blobby, we now find ourselves in another land without much direction at all. How exciting! All we need to do is to stay focused, find some Gingerfizz, and hopefully get back to my airship without being taken advantage of by the local populace. That is, I hope the people who live here do not exploit the fact that I have a lot of valuable objects on me and would easily give them all away if anyone here simply SAID they had Gingerfizz. I mean, when I am alone and naive like this, I would tear the patches from my elbows for just a teaspoon of Gingerfizz to fuel my airship! I should not describe my personal failings so loudly, but I cannot help it – I AM NERVOUS.
?: Yo, dawg! Why you tweakin’?
PF: Excuse me?
?: You straight up buggin’, g. Real. Talk.
PF: I am sorry, I do not understand your language. Do you want some candy?
?: Psshh. Keep yer candy, son! Yo, Gree, hook me up with a phat beat!
Gree: Bff-bf-pf Bff-bf-bf-pf…
?: Yo, uh, yo, uh-uh – we got a dude right here with a big moustache…
?: Sid, Gree, knock it off.
Sid: Aw, c’mon, Bonzo! I had the sickest rhyme for “moustache!”
PF: What is happening?
Bonzo: Don’t mind my friends here. They think they can just battle rap all their cares away.
Sid: Oh snap!
Bonzo: Hello, friend. My name is Bonzo, the pointy beat-boxing fellow is Gree, and Sid here is the one who tried to hip hop at you.
Sid: That’s Sid the Kid, son! Kid like Kidney – I’m a BEAN, JOE!
PF: How exciting!
Bonzo: Yes. We couldn’t help but overhear that you were willing to exchange all of your valuables for some Gingerfizz…
PF: Yes! Take them! Take them all! Here, here’s a hollow log with my two best friends in it – just give me some Gingerfizz!
Sid: Oh snap!
Bonzo: Settle down, friend. We don’t have any Gingerfizz on us right now. But if you come with us, we’ll take you to it…
PF: Oh thank the Heavens! You do not know what this means to me. I am so lucky to have Discovered you Three Bean Teens. Hey that’s right – DISCOVERY!!
Sid: Huh?
