Blobby, wake yourself! The Mayor is in the adjacent room – perhaps he is going to reinstate our Splashy Smashy…
Mayor of Bean Village: I will not stand for this disruptive hair! It is an affront to the good people of Bean Village! To war!
Officer Beanchowski: Sir, I don’t know if war is really the best…
Mayor of Bean Village: To war! To war! We’ll teach those Moustachios to discard their trimmings so flippantly! To war!
Officer Beanchowski: Mayor, the Moustachios outnumber us Beans and they can fly! We are no match!
PF: Bonzo, what does that mean?
Bonzo: The Moustachio Territory is our upwind neighbors to the Northeast.
Sid: They be flying facial hair, joe!
Bonzo: Yeah.
Sid: And they trimmings be all up in our sodas, G!
PF: Flying moustaches! Sweet zonkers – perhaps these mythic beings can reunite me with the sky! They are my only passport to liberation! HEY! HEY-LO! MISTER MAYOR! HEY! I CAN ASSIST IN THE DEFEAT OF THE MOUSTACHIOS!
Bonzo: What are you doing? You want us to get Double Splashy Smashy’d?
PF: Calm yourself, delinquent. I am preparing to exonerate us! HEY-LO! YIP! YIP!
Officer Beanchowski: Hey, what’s going on? Pipe down in here!
PF: Sir, I have the solution to your hair-covered problem and the secret is growing from my face follicles!
Officer Beanchowski: I swear, if I have to Splash Smash you myself…
Mayor of Bean Village: Wait, Beanchowski – let the mutant speak…
PF: Thank you. Sirs, I know a little something about what it means to be a flying moustache for I am an expert aeronaut and a fifteenth-level moustache regulator! Behold my glorious ‘stache!
Mayor of Bean Village: It is an impressive moustache…
PF: Precisely! Why I can draw upon my expertise as an airborne facial hair enthusiast to infiltrate the Moustachio Territory, procure the necessary intelligence secrets, and then we may wipe the country-side clean of your hairy nuisance!
Mayor of Bean Village: Hmmm…
PF: My only fee would be freedom for myself and my 3BT comrades from here and the wrath of your most vicious Splashy Smashy.
Mayor of Bean Village: I don’t know… The people haven’t had a good Splashy Smashy in ages…
PF: Perhaps you need to step outside and discuss it with your brutish flunky here.
Officer Beanchowski: Hey!
Mayor of Bean Village: Yes. Let’s discuss this outside, Beanchowski.
Officer Beanchowski: Fine. But I’m watching you, Mutant. I’m watching you.
PF: Keep watching, my good neighbor! I will be confined to my cell in the meanwhile!
Current Mood: Conniving!
Discoveries Made: A use for my fifteenth-level moustache regulator status.
Hereinto referenced: Mayor of Bean Village ¤ Officer Beanchowski ¤ Splashy Smashy ¤ Three Bean Teens
