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Blobby Log Day 118 (part one)

As written by Professor Fliggins in Chapter 8: Kicky Village > Vol. 1

Timestamp: Noon; Day 118
Weather: Still rank.
Landscape: Athletic!

NOTES:

Ah, this village full of soccer fields and racetracks must be Kicky Village.  How odd that these peoples are defined by one very specific action…  I suppose not much surprises me anymore – I am numb to ridiculous new civilizations it seems.

Scenic yet stinkyDistressed Kicky: Criminey!  Who are you and why did you bring this horrible fish stench with you?

PF: Mammal.

Distressed Kicky: What?

PF: Whales are mammals, you should ask us “why did you bring this horrible mammal stench with you?”

Distressed Kicky: Nevermind the taxonomic distinction of it, are you the reason for this stink?

Roy: Sort of!

PF: Here is the note one of your kicking compatriots told me to deliver to you.  It is our only task.

Distressed Kicky: (reading) “Cannot Kick this unbearable stink mound to sea – please bring the equipment for a whale-sized Hydration Station.  The monocle man can show you the way, but you can probably just follow the smell.”  Well, you hear that Kickies?  Whale-sized Hydration Station – GO!

PF: Goodness! So much immediate Kicky bustle!  These characters are organized to the maximum!

Distressed Kicky: This’ll take a little time to coordinate – why don’t you wait the night at one of our famous Bed and Breakfasts till we need you.

PF: Are you sure we cannot help?  We have hands!

Roy: I got seven of ‘em!

Distressed Kicky: Go wait at the Bed and Breakfast

Current Mood: I have never kicked a breakfast out of bed!
Discoveries Made: Kicky Village!

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Blobby Log Day 117

As written by Professor Fliggins in Chapter 8: Kicky Village > Vol. 1

Timestamp: Afternoon; Day 117
Weather: Several different kinds of pollution.
Landscape: The Kicky Beach.

NOTES:

Big Kicky: Okay, gang – the big whale is moister, let’s try and kick him out to sea.

Kickies: Aye-aye!

Blubba: …and it was then that…  wait, did you say “kick?”

Big Kicky: 1…  2… 3… KICK!

*bapbapbapbapbapBUPBUPbapbapBUPbap*

Blubba: Ow ow ow ow ow OW OW ow ow OW ow!

PF: He is not moving…

Big Kicky: Kick harder, Kickies!  Kick for your ancestors!

Blubba: I am being tenderized!

Blobby: Even though they’re not kicking him into the ocean, this is still pretty gratifying for me.  Kick ‘em good!

Big Kicky: *HUFF* Okay, stop stop…  *huff huff* this guy weighs a TON!Photopainting 117

Blubba: Seventeen tons, to be exact about it…

Kickies: Boo!

PF: I think the extra pummeling you gave him released even more odour.

Kickies: Aw!  *gag-cough* No he didn’t!

Blubba: Do not blame me for your activating of my stink glands.

Big Kicky: Okay, let’s get back to dousing this monster in water.  You, monocle boy.

PF: I am a man…

Big Kicky: While we try and take care of this reeking Blubba thing, please take this note twelve miles East to Kicky Village – we need reinforcements!

Big Kicky: You must hurry like you are made of legs, sir – the sooner more Kickies come, the faster we can build a more suitable Hydration Station!

PF: Yes, I can handle this task.  For the sooner we get Blubba back to normal, the faster I can Discover the secret location of my home.  Everyone shall win!

Blubba: Anyway, back to my death monologue…  Underhanded apology number seventy-nine: I am sorry to all the buffet owners whose generous “all you can eat” dinners I have abused and which led to their inevitable bankruptcy…

Current Mood: Excited to be moving away from Blubba!
Discoveries Made: I have a task! Helpful Fliggins is me!

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Blobby Log Day 116

As written by Professor Fliggins in Chapter 8: Kicky Village > Vol. 1

Timestamp: Early Morning; Day 116
Weather: Hmm... Smelly?
Landscape: Rocky. Good for cross-training.

NOTES:

Blubba: …now, Death Monologue Sub-Monologue Number Eighty-Two:  My medium-sized regrets.  Medium-sized regret number one: I never entered a pie-eating contest…

Blobby: grrr…

PF: So as you can see, Mr. Kane sir, this mouthy monstrosity has collided with your shore and needs to somehow be returned to the sea.

Kane: Why do you want to help it?

PF: Well… because creatures need assistance sometimes…

Roy: And he knows where Professor Island is!

PF: Yes.  He knows – somewhere in the libraries of his noodle – the location of our home…

Kane: I do not know…

PF: You do not know HOW to help, or if you WANT to help?

Kane: Either.  Both.  I do not know.

PF: Remarkable.  Well perhaps you could – HEY, where did he go?

?: What’s that smell?

PF: Oh, hello.  I promise that I did not deal that smell…  Nor am I accusing you, gaggle of armless chaps, that YOU have dealt that smell!  How illogical is it that one who smelts shall also be the one who dealts.  Deals.  Um.  Hello.

?: Hey.  Seriously, what’s that smell?

PF: Well, I do believe it is the giant orating beached whale that is currently baking in the sun behind me.

Blubba: …of course I regret all that garlic I ate last night…

?: Good gracious!  A beached whale!

PF: Yes, that.  That is whom dealt it.

Kicky: C’mon, Kickies, let’s start dousing this thing with water so it doesn’t dehydrate.

PF: So the denizens here are called Kickies.  Note that, Blobby.

Big Kicky: How are we gonna get this thing back in the ocean?  He’s gigantic!

Blubba: …I regret not working off all the decades of holiday pounds…

Big Kicky: Ungh… He won’t budge!

Original Kicky: Well start getting the buckets, maybe it’ll help take the edge off this stink…

Kickies: Yeah!

PF: Well THESE red Kickies are helpful.  I wonder what was the deal with that hooded gray Kicky…

Current Mood: Confuzzled.
Discoveries Made: "Kickies" is the plural of "Kicky." I have Discovered plural Kicky.

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