Good morning, my sweet Blobby!
Today we are about to be freed from Bean Jail, under the assumption we will help the Mayor of Bean Village with his hair-snow epidemic. While I sympathize with him, I simply must return to the sky, and to my initial mission: Discovery.
As much as I enjoy helping foreign (and lunatic) dignitaries with their various crown-losings and hairy soda pops, such things were never part of the original course I set for myself, now so long ago on Professor Island. Therefore, as soon as I am far enough away from this place, I am going to abandon my mission to rid the Bean Village of hair and go and retrieve my Dirigible from the Hot Dog Kingdom. Surely, they are done repairing it and surely the other Lands in this place away from home are less insane…
Mayor of Bean Village: Hello, my useful mutant! I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation with that piece of wood about how I am crazy.
PF: Oh snapper!
Mayor of Bean Village: Listen, buddy, I’m not an unreasonable Bean. I’ll cut you a deal: if you can adequately convince the Moustachio Territory to stop plaguing our countryside with their trimmings, I’ll get you some gas for your airship.
PF: You have Ginger Fizz!?
Mayor of Bean Village: I don’t know what that is. But we DO have Bean Gas, and I think you’ll find it to be sufficiently buoyant and pleasantly aromatic!
PF: This does not seem unreasonable… Okay, I shall not run away and help you instead. FOR THE BEAN GAS!
Mayor of Bean Village: Oh, and if you fail, of course, I will reinstate Splashy Smashy.
PF: Of course! Of course.
