Well, it has been SO LOVELY meeting you, Mr. Lump and chatting about… um… the environment and all…
Land Lump: Likewise, my child.
PF: Yes…
Land Lump: I am of the environment…
PF: Yes! We REALLY must be going though – we have, you know, AN ENTIRE ISLAND TO SAVE FROM EVIL and all…
Land Lump: Of course…
PF: Allllll right, let us…
Flying Devil #1: Heys! What’s thems?
Roy: Flying Devils!
PF: Eeep!
Blobby: We’re doomed!
Land Lump: Quickly, children – place these little Lumps on your heads.
PF: Huh?
Land Lump: The flying red anger will think you are just part of the Lumplands. Hurry!
PF: Very well… come here, you!
Little Lump: Tee hee! My life has meaning now!
PF: Ugh…
Flying Devil #1: Heys! What’s is goin’s on heres?
PF: (in a high-pitched, Lumpy voice) Oh, nothing at all, good sir! Just Lumping around!
Blobby: Yep! Lumpity doo da!
Roy: Mmmhmm!
Moustachia: We’w weawwy wumpy!
Flying Devil #1: Hmms… I don’ts knows…
Flying Devil #2: Hey, everyones knows that Lumps can’ts lie!
PF: (squeaky still) YES! We are allergic to fibbery!
Flying Devil #1: Okays, but we’s gonna stays patrolin’ the skies here…
Flying Devil #2: Yeahs – if somethin’ funny happens, yous is meat-dead-like!
PF: (so shrill, so shrill) Of course! We will resume our Lumping! Lump, lump, lump, lump… Eh, chums?
Blobby, Roy & Moustachia: Lump, lump, lump…
Flying Devil #1: What a bunch a maroons!
PF: Great. Now we cannot fly away. This is great… Super radical great…
Tattle Lump: Land Lump, the countryside! Look!
Land Lump: What is that, my little… OH MY SWEET GOODNESS NO!
PF: Whassat?
Land Lump: Look at all this LITTER! On my hilly Lumps! Oh no… oh goodness…
Roy: Hey, PF – isn’t that the garbage we dumped to lighten the Dirigible?
PF: Shh!
Land Lump: This is just AWFUL. The Great Lump Mother is SCREAM WEEPING AT THIS ENVIRONMENTAL TRAVESTY!
PF: Hmm… Yes… a real bum out, to be sure. I wish that we could stay and help, but we really must figure out how to leave… without flying… or removing these squishy camouflage Lumps from our noggins… Ugh…
Land Lump: AHHHH!
Current Mood: Confuzzled. That is right. I am confuzzled to the maximum.
Discoveries Made: The texture of the underside of a Lump.
Hereinto referenced: Fibbery ¤ Flying Devil ¤ Land Lump ¤ Litter ¤ Lumplands ¤ The Environment