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!

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Hereinto referenced: Blobby ¤ Crowny ¤ Isle of De ¤ Moustachia ¤ Professor Island ¤ Roy