Land Lump: What an impossible crisis!
PF: Yes, yes. It is simply awful awful. BUT we NEED to figure out how to get an airship to Foodlandia without using the air.
Land Lump: Perhaps I could help you, child, but the countryside is coated in GARBAGE. I cannot even BEGIN to think about your problems in light of this environmental DISASTER.
Blobby: PF, we should really fess up to dumping all that stuff on the Lumplands…
PF: Silence your Blob-hole! We have more immediate concerns that the gradual damage wrought by simple litter!
Land Lump: Oh and the Little Lumps! They do not know what to do with it all! THE TRAGEDY THICKENS.
Little Lumps: Lump, lump, lump…
PF: Perhaps we could harnesses on you and Roy, Blobby. Moustachia too…
Roy: Get real, monocle boy.
Land Lump: And the rain! It burns! Pollution! Chemicals! *Cough! Cough!*
PF: Oh, give me a BREAK.
Land Lump: WE MUST BE RESCUED!
PF: OKAY! Enough. If we help you clean up all this garbage will you help us get home?
Land Lump: Why… yes, my child. The Little Lumps, they are so stressed out by this invasion of their habitat, they could not even begin to clean up any of it.
Little Lumps: Lump, lump, lump…
PF: *Stress…*
Current Mood: Begrudging.
Discoveries Made: Lumps am stoopid...
Hereinto referenced: Land Lump ¤ Little Lumps ¤ Lumplands ¤ Lumps ¤ Pollution ¤ The Environment