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!
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: Blobby ¤ Kerchief Dirigible ¤ Moustachia ¤ Mr. Demon ¤ Pink Ninja ¤ Roy ¤ Wee Devils
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!
