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Blobby Log Day 91

As written by Blobby in Chapter 5: Ninjatown > Vol. 1

Timestamp: Morning; Day 91
Weather: Ouchy on my face.
Landscape: A bed?

NOTES:

Blobby: Unh… My face feels like it was passed through the gears of the Professor Island Clocktower…

Roy: You and me both, sister.

PF: Well do not sit there feeling sorry for yourselves, boys – we have Discoveries to Discover!

Blobby: Oh, hey, PF.

Roy: Hey…

PF: Blobby, Roy – when I say something consciously and in character like that, you are supposed to exclaim an exclamation, then run to me for triumphant embraces!

Blobby: Sorry, PF – my face hurts too much…  from the evil purge…

PF: Well, I feel like I deserve triumphant embraces!

Moustachia: MAMA!

PF: *Ooof!* Hello, little Moustachia.  Did you miss your mama?

Moustachia: Oh, TEWIBWY!

PF: Mama missed you too, tiny one.  Your affection levels are QUITE appropriate for the occasion.

Blobby: Ugh.

Ol’ Master Ninja: Ah, good to see you up and moving all!  Welcome back from the brink of darkness!

PF: Thank you, Old Master!

Detox...Ol’ Master Ninja: Now, Professor, because you and Roy here have been extra-infected with the evil Dark Syrup, we are going to have to have you practice all kinds of joyful meditation, to give the last bits of menace the ol’ heave-ho!

PF: Of course!  I certainly still feel a little evil – especially toward my ungrateful compatriots here.

Blobby: What the…

Roy: It’s not worth it, man.

Ol’ Master Ninja: Well, get some rest.  I shall check on you again shortly.

PF: Word up, son!

Blobby: *Sigh…*

Current Mood: Okay, Blobby, I shall resume my Professorial duties reporting in this portion of the log. You have done valiantly while I was under the spell of the Dark Syrup. Thank you, dear friend.
Discoveries Made: The evil depths of my soul!

Hereinto referenced: ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤

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Blobby Log Day 89 (part one)

As written by Blobby in Chapter 5: Ninjatown > Vol. 1

Timestamp: Late Morning; Day 89
Weather: Stealthy.
Landscape: Ninjatowny.

NOTES:

Blobby: Man, how long has PF been recuperating with Ol’ Master Ninja?

Roy: *Sigh* I don’t know.

Moustachia: FOWEVEW!

Blobby: …You should really talk to a speech therapist, Moustachia…

Moustachia: Wew, maybe you should tawk to a pwastic suwgeon!

Roy: What’d you say about my mother!

Pink Ninja: GUYS!  Calm down.  You’ve got to be patient – the Professor has been under evil control for so long, it’s going to take a lot of meditation and stuff to get him better.

Blobby, Roy, & Moustachia: UGH.

Moustachia: Ow fwustwation is pawpaboo!

Pink Ninja: Clearly.

?: Greetings, friends.

Pink Ninja: Ninja Consultant!  What have you heard?  How’s the Prof.?

Ninja Consultant: Not good.  I made this graph to represent in a descending wavy line just how bleak it’s getting for the guy.

Moustachia: Wahh!

Blobby: Wow, that’s a great graph…

Ninja Consultant: Thank you.  Ol’ Master Ninja requests the little friends here to come and do what they can.

Roy: What can we do?

Blobby: Yeah, like what does he expect us to do short of drink Dark Syrup ourselves so that we can have our minds meld through the Dark Psychosis that PF is in so we can photopaint and dictate his unconscious thoughts?

Ninja Consultant: Um.  Well.  You better just come with me.

Blobby: Oh darn.

Roy: Way to go, Blobert!

Blobby: Shut up!  I didn’t know…

Pink Ninja: Boys, I’m sure Ol’ Master Ninja would only suggest such a measure if it was totally safe.  Just calm down and go with Ninja Consultant.  I’ll stay here with Moustachia.

Blobby & Roy: Yes’m.

Ninja folk

Current Mood: *Ulp!*
Discoveries Made: A Friendly, One-Armed Fellow...

Hereinto referenced: ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤

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Blobby Log Day 88 (part three)

As written by Blobby in Chapter 5: Ninjatown > Vol. 1

Timestamp: Evening; Day 88
Weather: Stealthy.
Landscape: Ninjatown!

NOTES:

Pink Ninja: Ol’ Master Ninja – help!

Ol’ Master Ninja: Huh – wha?  Whozzat?  Oh, it’s you – what’s this doughy mound you’ve brought to my dojo?

Pink Ninja: His name if Professor Flaggins…

Blobby: Fliggins…

Pink Ninja: …and he’s been infected with Dark Syrup for more than ten days!  Can you help him?

PF: *gurgle gurgle froggy went a-courtin’…  crambo…*

Ol’ Master Ninja: Zounds!  A Professor!  My sweet sweet goodness!  I will do my best, but the Dark Syrup is a most powerful goo!  It’s evil stems from the very beginning of everything!

Moustachia: You have to save Mama!

Ol’ Master Ninja: Okay, floating friend – I will save your Mama – leave her…

Blobby: Him…

Ol’ Master Ninja: Leave IT here.  Everyone, please wait in the Meditation Bistro until I fetch you.  I have many ancient, mediciney stuffs that I must do…

Pink Ninja: Of course, Sensei.  Can I get you anything?

Ol’ Master Ninja: No.  Thank you.

Pink Ninja: Okay.

Ol’ Master Ninja: Well, could you maybe get me a green tea smoothie?

Pink Ninja: Sure.  Wasabi cream?

Ol’ Master Ninja: Oh yes, please!  Let me go retrieve my Ol’ Master Coin Purse…

Pink Ninja: I got it.

Ol’ Master Ninja: Thank you, dearie.  Now – time to combat the forces of evil!

Current Mood: Helpless.
Discoveries Made: Ol' Folk!

Hereinto referenced: ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤

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Blobby Log Day 88 (part two)

As written by Blobby in Chapter 5: Ninjatown > Vol. 1

Timestamp: Afternoon; Day 88
Weather: Speedy.
Landscape: Same evil trees...

NOTES:

Blobby: We’re lucky all those Flying Devils aren’t in the Dark Forest…

Pink Ninja: Good point.  I’m glad the other Pink Ninjas took care of trouncing their heinies so they couldn’t chase us in this Dirigible…

PF: *grumble groan…  so…  hungy…*

Roy: Hungy?

Pink Ninja: We gotta get Professor Fluggins…

Blobby: Fliggins…

Pink Ninja: …to Ol’ Master Ninja to cure him.  If we’re too late, the Dark Syrup will infect him forever!

PF: *I was told… cheese.*

Moustachia: Will Ow’ Mastew save Mama?

Pink Ninja: I hope so, Moustachia.  Ol’ Master Ninja knows all kinds of ancient, mediciney stuff.  If anyone can help your Mama, it’s the Ol’ Master.

Moustachia: *sniffle*

Roy: Poor, PF…  Hey, Ms. Ninja, remember when you said my cheeks were adorable?

Pink Ninja: Yes?

Blobby: UGH.  Get a room!

Roy: Shut up!

Pink Ninja: There’s Ninjatown!  Hang on, I’m bringin’ her down!

Roy: You’re get a room…

Current Mood: Hopeful!
Discoveries Made: Ninjatown!

Hereinto referenced: ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤

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Blobby Log Day 88 (part one)

As written by Blobby in Chapter 5: Ninjatown > Vol. 1

Timestamp: Morning; Day 88
Weather: Stinky Dark.
Landscape: Foreboding!

NOTES:

Pink Ninja: Okay, looks like we’re at the lair, in the Grumpy Tree, just South of the Stink Lagoon, like the Flying Devil said.

Blobby: That Stink Lagoon.  So appropriately named.  If I had a nose or nose hairs, they’d be incinerated right now.

Pink Ninja: Hush!  We have to catch Mr. Demon off-guard, or else we’ll alert his minions and then we’ll all be Blobby Soup!

Roy: Sick!

Moustachia: Gwacious!

Pink Ninja: Moustachia, can you sneak in, tell us what he’s doing and if there’s anyone else in the lair?

Moustachia: Oh absowutewy!

Pink Ninja: All right, while she’s surveying the scene, you guys are gonna have to create a diversion so I can…

C R A S H ! ! !

Moustachia: AHHHH!  HEWP!

Wee Devils: Gets it!  It’s flyin’s aways into tha Forest!

Moustachia: AHHHH!

Blobby: Like that?

Pink Ninja: Yes.

Roy: That’s a lot of Devils.

Pink Ninja: Hopefully that’s all of them too.  Moustachia will have to evade them long enough for us to ambush Mr. Demon.

Blobby: Well let’s hurry and get PF quick or those Wee Devils will capture Mous-

Moustachia: AHHHH!

Blobby: -tachia.

Pink Ninja: Well, c’mon!  Quiet now…  You must move with the silent stealth of a stick bug…

Roy: Oh are those the ones that look like sticks?

Blobby: No, I think those are called “branch beetles.”

Pink Ninja: Just move silently and stealthily!

Wha?!?!Mr. Demon: How annoying…  Can’t I enjoy my evil newspaper without flying moustaches coming in and RUINING IT?  Where was I?  Hmm…  Hey, stock in evil paper clips is up!

Pink Ninja: That’s not the only thing that’s up, Mr. Demon!

Blobby: Yeah, the jig!  The jig is also up!

Roy: I think that was implied…

Mr. Demon: Huh?

P O W ! ! !

Mr. Demon: Ow, my glasses!

B I F F ! ! !

Mr. Demon: OOF!

D i n k ! ! !

Mr. Demon: That was a permanent tooth!

Pink Ninja: Hold still!  Blobby, Roy — use the straps of these Devil Wings to tie him to this evil stump!

Blobby: Roy can handle it; I have to continue typing this battle…

Roy: I’ll type you…

Pink Ninja: Good!  That’ll hold.  All right, you pile of weasels — where’s the Professor!

Mr. Demon: I’m not tell…

D i n k ! ! !

Mr. Demon: OW!  Geez!  Quit knockin’ out my teef, tomorrow’th taco night!

Pink Ninja: Well then talk!

Mr. Demon: He’th right over there!  I’m gonna need an evil dentitht…

PF: *Groan grumble…  No more torture, please – I am quite full…*

Moustachia: AHHHH!

Roy: He don’t look so hot.

Blobby: How are we gonna get out?  We have to carry PF, and he’s not what you’d call “low cal.”

Roy: We’re DOOMED!

Pink Ninja: Chill out!  Where’s that hot air balloon thingy you were talking about?

Blobby: The Dirigible is right outside, but it’s deflated of Bean Gas and it’s ripped!

Pink Ninja: Don’t worry.  Everyone take some Ninja Gum and blow bubbles into the empty air sack!

Roy: Ms. Ninja, you are very quick-witted in high-pressure situations…

Pink Ninja: Thanks!  Now hurry up and blow till your adorable little cheeks burst!  You too, uggo!

Mr. Demon: Why, I refuse to *mmph!*

[Blobby’s note: Approximately 10 minutes has passed…]

Blobby: That should do it!

Roy: My adorable little cheeks hurt!

Moustachia: AHHHH!  They’we hewe!

Pink Ninja: Everyone, into the basket!  You too, Professor – UNGH!  What’s this guy full of?

Roy: Knowledge.

Blobby: And cheese.  Lots of cheese.

Roy: Yeah, knowledge, but mostly cheese.

PF: *mmm*

Pink Ninja: Here we go!

Mr. Demon: I’ll get you for ruining taco night!  I know where Profethor Island ith, and oneth I conquer it, then I’ll rule the whole entire WORLD!  BWAhh-haha-ha! *spittle*

PF: *groan – where… cheese..?*

Current Mood: My cheeks hurt.
Discoveries Made: Mr. Demon wears glasses!

Hereinto referenced: ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤