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Blobby Log Day 139

As written by Professor Fliggins in Chapter 9: Pantsylvania > Vol. 1

Timestamp: Afternoon; Day 139
Weather: Two kinds!
Landscape: Angry Pant Villagers for days!

NOTES:

That Hysterical Pant Mob we just left was UNBEARABLE.  I have never seen so many placards covered in glitter glue, nor have I viewed so much ridiculous fan-fiction and cruddy television shows devoted to a pair pants before.

Moustachia: They think he’s a vampiwe, though.

PF: So what if he WAS a vampire!  That does not necessitate the mounds of unmentionable garbage that is being heaped into the universe on his behalf?  Now this angry mob is more my style – curmudgeony and bitter.

Roy:
But you’re not those things.

PF:
I am now!  Those fad-following Pants drove me to it!

Blobby:
Hey, PF, chill out.  They’re just a bunch of kids…

PF:
Ugh.  I guess you are right – I am just upset that vampires are popular now and people have forgotten about zombies!  What is next, lagoon creatures?  Cowboys?  Squirrels? One cannot keep up!

Blobby: That’s the point of being young – you make the people older than you feel like they’re out of it for not loving the things you love.

PF: But I bought all these ironic zombie t-shirts!  Sigh, anyway, let us begin the long-process of finding some plaid Professor Pants here among the grumps.  Oh look, a big shiny coin on the ground!

Roy:
Ooooh!  Pick it up!

PF:
I think that I shall.  Now to simply bend at the waist and pluck from the ground this serendipitous treasure…

?:
*whistle* Well, hello there, young lady – I haven’t seen you around this side of the protest before.

PF:
I hope that he is not talking to my rump.

?:
The quiet type, eh?  Looks like someone’s inchin’ toward a pinchin’!

PF:
YOW!

?: What is this!  What are you doing to this beautiful young woman?

PF: You pinched my butt!

?: I did not!  I was merely becoming acquainted with the respectable lady you are ATTACKING with your BODY!  Dislodge yourself from her head instantly!

PF: Hey, wait a second!  You are a pair of Plaid Pants!

Plaid Pants: A racist too, are ya!  This will not stand!  Duel!  This calls for a duel!

Angry Pant Mob:
A duel!  A duel!

Blobby: Hey, buddy, he’s not attacking those Pants, he’s wearing them.

*SLAP*

Blobby: Ow!  He just slapped my face with his Pant Leg!

Plaid Pants: We’ll see who’s wearing who!  Duel!  Dickie, get over here!

Dickie: Yeah?

Plaid Pants: Fetch my dueling irons.  I’m gonna smooth out this puffy cad!

Dickie: You got it!

PF: Now now, really, there is no need for ironing duels, whatever that is.  I am merely wondering at the location of Professor Island…

Plaid Pants: Are you okay there, sweetie?  I’ll free you, as soon as this joker gets IRONED.

Roy: He’s talking to your Pants, PF.

PF: I see this.

Dickie: Here you go, Plaidson!  Here you go, bulgy stranger!

Angry Pant Mob: Ironing duel!  Ironing duel!

Plaid Pants: Okay, buddy – prepare to be flattened!

PF: Really, there has just been a miscommuni…

*T S S S S S*

PF: OWWW!  You just scalded my flesh!

Plaid Pants: That’s right!  You’re going DOWN.

PF: Oh yeah?  COME HERE!

*P S S HHhhhhHHHhhhHH tssSS S S S Ssss!*

Plaid Pants: He’s overpowerin’ me!

PF: Mmph!  Yeah!  Get you some…

Plaid Pants: What, do you have some kind of complex musculature supported by rigid bones or something?

PF: Precisely!

Plaid Pants: I’m a goner!  My wrinkles!  Is this the untimely end of Plaidington Plaidson?

PF: Yes!  And now for the coup de grâce, a triple fold!

Plaid Pants: Ow! Ow! Ow!

Angry Pant Mob: Oooooohhhh!

Distant Baggy Jeans: No he didn’t!

photopainting_139PF: That shall teach him to pinch the bottom of Professor Frederick Fliggins!

*Applause*

Blobby: Good work, PF.

PF: Thank you, Blobert.

?: Did you say you were looking for Professor Island?

PF: Oh, now you want to be reasonable?

?: No, I’m not the Plaid Pants, look in his back pocket.

PF: Hey, a talking hankie.

Talking Hankie: Indeed.

PF: Wait…  this monogram.  I recognize it!  It is Professor Stubbler’s!  Are you… from Professor Island… too?

Talking Hankie: I am, Frederick Fliggins, Junior Discoverist.

PF: OH MY SWEET GOLLY GOODNESS!!!  Do  you know how to get home?  I fear it is in the gravest of danger!

Talking Hankie: I do.

PF:
Tell me.  Oh sweet treasure.  Please tell me.

Current Mood: ...
Discoveries Made: Home? Have I found my ticket home?

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