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Blobby Log Day 101 (part three)

As written by Professor Fliggins in Chapter 6: Isle of Detached Shawnimals > Vol. 1

Timestamp: Dusk; Day 101
Weather: Noisy.
Landscape: Shift, change, tumble, reform.

NOTES:

Hurry hurry, friends – we must get back in the air to find the REAL Professor Island!

Blobby, Roy, & Moustachia: You’re back!

PF: Yes, indeed I am and I have been so many varieties of poopy to you all I cannot begin to apologize, but we must flee!

Bingo Clem: Why are you leaving, and in such a hurry?

PF: I MUST get to my home to save it.  I have gagged too many lollies here in my Dark Syrup half-slumber.

Bingo Clem: But you belong here, friend!

High Chancellor Mouth #2: The Vice Chancellor is right – you were not respected in your home, you were shunned and mistrusted.  There is no reason to go back to that.

High Chancellor Mouth #4: The prophecies put you here, Moustached Fliggins.

PF: Wait – stop running and please listen with all of your ear-holes Mr. and Ms. and… It High Chancellor.  I must save Professor Island, not only will I be responsible for Mr. Demon Discovering it with his terrible evil, but I owe it to the place that raised me to protect it from harm in general.

High Chancellor Mouth #1: We do not understand.  You have everything here and there you have nothing but closed-minds and disrespect.

PF: Sometimes running away is one’s only option.  Sometimes the World is too unbearable so one must enter into a new World, free of that which torments.  But sometimes you can fix that from which you feel Detached.   Sometimes, one must fight to make a better home.  Sometimes, being Detached is not a permanent condition.

Crowny: For me it is!

Roy: Fair enough.

PF: So please let us leave to fight for our estranged Home, Sirs and Madames.  I am certain if the Isle faced similar peril, you would do much to protect it.

Bingo Clem: He’s right, bosses.

High Chancellor Mouths #2 and 4: Very well.

PF: Thank you, friends.  So.  Does anyone know where the real Professor Island is?

All Voices: Sorry.

Roy: Crowny said something in the Big Blue knows, something named Blubba.

Crowny: Maybe!

PF: We are not equipped to set sail on the Big Blue.

Moustachia: Mistew High Chancewew?  Did you say Moustaches aw woyawty here?

High Chancellor Mouth #1: Yes, little Majesty, you and the Professor are royalty here.

Moustachia: Fweckew Beach – tuwn aw diwigibew into a big oh boat!

PF: Let me translate.: Freckle-sand, please convert our airship into a watership.

Freckles: YES, SIR!

*zzzhhhzhhhhzhhhhVVVVV O O O O O O RRRRMMMmmmmmffffff*

PF: Remarkable!

Blobby: I have never seen a dust cloud participating in carpentry before.

Roy: I have.

Blobby: Really?

Roy: Haha – NO!

Blobby: Shut up!

*bing!*

PF: That was the most miraculous thing I have ever seen.

Bingo Clem: This is a miraculous place, friend.

PF: Truly.  All aboard, lads and lass!  We shall figure out how to sail along the way.  We will find this Blubba-thing!

High Chancellor Mouths 1-4: Thank you for blessing us with the present of your presence.  You are welcome here always.

PF: Thank you, all.  Goodbye!

Bingo Clem: Here, take a sack full of our Freckle sand.  May its miracles serve you later.

PF: Thank you, Professor Monkey Claw.  I shall miss you most of all!

Bingo Clem: No problem, chum!

All Voices: GOODBYE, PROFESSOR FLIGGINS.  MAY YOU ALWAYS RE-ATTACH  WITH YOUR OWN POWER.

PF: Goodbye.  Goodbye.  Goodbye-bye-bye.

Windyfizz!

Current Mood: Hanged-over?
Discoveries Made: Freckle-sand friendship!

Hereinto referenced: ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤

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Blobby Log Day 101 (part one)

As written by Blobby in Chapter 6: Isle of Detached Shawnimals > Vol. 1

Timestamp: Early Morning; Day 101
Weather: Sweaty!
Landscape: Ever-changing!

NOTES:

Crowny?!Blobby: Slow down, Crowny!  We just want to talk!

Crowny: Uh-uh!  I’m not gonna go back there, man!  I ain’t sitting on that crazy Hot Dog King’s head anymore!  Never again!

Blobby: STOP!  Why is he running?

Roy: I mean, you’d run too if you thought someone was gonna make you sit on PF’s head for the rest of your life.

Blobby: Good point.  Wait…  why are we even chasing him?

Crowny: I don’t even know where Professor Island is!

Blobby, Roy, & Moustachia: That’s why!

Blobby: Get him!

Crowny: I don’t… OW!

Roy: He tripped!

Blobby: Put the log on his chest!

Crowny: Erg!

Roy: Where’s Professor Island?

Crowny: I don’t know, man!

Moustachia: Tawk, dawnit!

* b l o o s h ! *

Crowny: Aw, what the heck – you just shot ink in my mouth!

Roy: There’s more where that came from!

Crowny: I don’t know where…

Blobby: Hit him with some orange, Roy!

* b l o o s h ! *

Crowny: This is disgusting!

Blobby: Talk, darn you!

*bloosh! blersh! b l A R R R S H ! *

Crowny: Okay, okay…. Please stop, I don’t even know where that ink is coming from.

Roy: My body’s ink bladders.

Crowny: !?!

Blobby: Where’s Professor Island?  Why does PF think he’s there now?  How come this place really creeps us out?

Crowny: Slow down, man.  Okay.  I think your guy is under a couple spells here.  You see, this place, the Isle of Detached Shawnimals, is VERY accepting, and if you’ve spent your whole existence being ostracized or abused, like me, then it can be magically addicting to have so much unconditional support all of a sudden.  That, and I think he’s probably got some Dark Syrup in him.

Blobby: Yeah, how can you tell?

Crowny: His eyes, man.  They’re like crazy-fied.

Roy: How do we cure him of these spells?  He already had cookie-based meditation therapy with some Ninjas.

Crowny: I dunno.  When people are half-awake sometimes and not seeing the world for what it is, you just have to shake ‘em.  Shake ‘em good!

Moustachia: Hmmm…

Blobby: Well, okay then, where’s Professor Island?

Crowny: Seriously, man, I don’t know.

Roy: Then why’d you even bring it up when we were chasing you?

Crowny: I thought you were gonna take me back to the Hot Dog Kingdom if I didn’t tell you where Professor Island is.  And also, I really don’t know.

Blobby: Darnit.  We’ll never beat Mr. Demon there…

Crowny: BUT – you should sail into the Big Blue Sea and talk to Blubba – he’s the one who took me to this Isle, and he’s been everywhere that the Sea touches.  Probably Professor Island too.

Blobby: So now we need a boat.  Lame.  We’re twelve kinds of hosed.

Moustachia: Wait!  Do we stiw have any Ninja Staw Cookies?

Roy: I think so.

Blobby: Well…  One, I think.  I ate the rest.  They’re mindblowingly delicious.

Moustachia: That’s aw we need!  C’mon!

Blobby: Um.  Okay!  See you later, Crowny!

Roy: Sorry I excreted violently at you.

Crowny: It’s cool.  I’ve had the sweaty head of the Hot Dog King on my underside for for decades!  That was nothing.

Roy: Touché.

Moustachia: Ew… C’mon!

Current Mood: ...
Discoveries Made: ...

Hereinto referenced: ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤