Blobby: Man, these photopaintings are really freaking my stuff out. Roy! Snap out of it, Roy!
Moustachia: Snap, Woy!
Blobby: I think he’s actually photopainting PF’s nightmares. Some of these pictures look kinda like Professors from back on the Island, but they’re all freaky Cyclopses.
PF: *grumble I am sorry I left you…*
Blobby: I don’t know… Roy keeps making these nightmares, I think we’re gonna have to restrain him. It’s not healthy!
Blobby: Sorry old pal, it’s for your own good!
Flying Devil: Hey, you’s guys, let’s tickle this sleeping turnip!
Devils: Yeah yeah! Tickle ‘em!
Blobby: Oh no! PF!
PF: *Tee hee… grumble grumble… tee hee hee… Shame – giggle giggle!*
?: What’s going on here? Why are you tickling this grumbling mound of burlap?
Flying Devil: Sorries, bozz! He’s been conked out fer a few days from da Dark Syrup – he fell rights into a big puddle of da stuff when we attacked hiz flyin’ airship here.
Boss: Ah, Dark Syrup… so effective, so evil. What IS this creature anyway?
Flying Devil: We don’ts knows, but he’s super ticklish!
PF: *Tee hee! Professor Island! Take me back, baby!*
Flying Devil: Geez, he keeps mumblin’ and cryin’ bout this ‘professing eye gland’ – it’s pathetic I tell ya!
Boss: Hmmm… Professor Island? A whole place full of ingenious airship builders like this? Surely, this sounds like a land we could invade and exploit. Bring him into the Torture Spa, underlings – I want to Discover more about this Professor Island.
Blobby: Oh boy. I better make a drawing of this Mr. Demon guy while Roy is incapacitated: he seems pretty important!
Moustachia: And ugwy!
Blobby: And ugly, Moustachia. So ugly.
PF: *Mmph – If you do not cease making me laugh Professor Stubbler then you will make milk burst forth from my nostrils!*