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.
Current Mood: Hanged-over?
Discoveries Made: Freckle-sand friendship!
Hereinto referenced: Bingo Clem ¤ Crowny ¤ Freckle Beach ¤ High Chancellor ¤ Kerchief Dirigible
