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Blobby Log Day 142

As written by Professor Fliggins in Chapter 10: Lumplands > Vol. 1

Timestamp: Noon; Day 142
Weather: Clear as heck!
Landscape: Hilly grassy hills of lumpy grassy hills.

NOTES:

Faster!  On to Foodlandia!  Double our speed!

Blobby:
How?

PF:
Dump anything that slows us down overboard!

Roy:
Aye-aye!

PF:
Get rid of all those used pie tins!  Do it now!  We do not need all these empty Bean cans and jars of warm Hot Dog water!  Get rid of all those plastic rings that used to house six-packs of Ginger Fizz.  Really, why were we keeping this stuff?  And what is this random log just sitting here? Toss it!

Blobby:
Wha!? Hey!

PF:
Oh, right.  We must not dump the Blobby Log… yet.  Are you sure you know how to get to Foodlandia, Hank?

Stubbler Hankie:
Maybe!

PF:
Very good.  Oh I do so hope we are able to beat Mr. Demon and his minions to Professor Island so he does not exploit all her natural resources.

Moustachia:
What natuwal wesouwces?

PF:
Why knowledge and history and LOGIC, for starters.  In all my travels throughout these lands, I believe I have missed the cold, uncaring embrace of logic and reason the most.

Roy:
Hey, PF – what’s that in the distance?

PF:
I do not know… it is like an undulating red thunder cloud.  Let me look upon it through my Expandable Monocular Discoverator…

Moustachia:
What is it, Mama?

PF:
*ulp!* Oh dear.  Oh no, oh dear.  Mr. Demon is barreling towards us with more Devils than I have ever seen!  Gah!  We are done for!

Roy:
But on a cloud?

PF:
O the fiends sit atop a wicked throne of the darkest vapor!  He wields weather patterns, the very moisture from the heavens, as his sinister Armageddon chariot!

Moustachia:
Why is he talking wike that?

Blobby:
PF gets a little end-timesy when he’s scared…

PF:
Our day of judgment is nigh!

Moustachia:
Oh.

Roy:
PF!  Land the airship behind that Dirigible-shaped hill!  Before Mr. Demon spots us!

PF:
A fate-defying suggestion!  Very well.  Descend!  Descend!

*F W O O O o o o O O O o o o M M psshhhhh*

Mr. Demon: Hey, did you guys see that big pimple-lookin’ thing fall out of the sky?

PF:
How dare he!

Blobby:
Shh!

Flying Devil:
Noes, Boss.  We was havin’s evil-types day-dreams!

Mr. Demon:
Ah.  Carry on…

*W E E E e e R S S s S H H h h hH h bbbbbbraaaappppp!*

Mr. Demon: Professor Island, here we come!

PF: I shall show him a pimple!

Roy: That doesn’t sound right…

Blobby: PF, we can’t fight that many devils… especially without the Ninjas around… Man…

PF: *sigh* Truly.  If not for this rotund lump of land, we would already be goners…

?: It is my pleasure, brother.

PF: !  Who is speaking?

Roy: Was it that rock with a face?

PF: Yes – were you speaking at us, Face-Rock?

Face-Rock:

DISCOVERY!?: Guess again, my child.

PF: A ventriloquist rock, eh?  I am not impressed, Face-Rock!  My home is in peril!

Land Lump: Not the Lump, lad – the Land.  The Lump of Land itself, my child.

PF: Holy cripes, the hills have eyes!

Roy: And a mouth!

Land Lump: Tee-hee – when you run around in a panic like that it tickles!

PF: My goodness – we are treading about on this creature’s FACE!

Land Lump: No no.  Be unalarmed.  My face’s purpose is to be walked upon.  I quite enjoy it.  I hope you can grok that as well, earth children.

PF: Hmm… Well, I mean, I AM grateful for your shielding us.  Thank you, Lump of Land – I guess we were lucky to Discover you.

Land Lump: Oh, it is all MY PLEASURE.  Seriously.

PF: Hm… Yes… Discovery…

Land Lump

Current Mood: Kinda creeped out...
Discoveries Made: Land Lump!

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Blobby Log Day 140 (part one)

As written by Professor Fliggins in Chapter 9: Pantsylvania > Vol. 1

Timestamp: Mid-Morning; Day 140
Weather: Triumphant!
Landscape: Almost already a memory!

NOTES:

Oh my!  How harrowing, Stubbler Hankie!  So you floated upon the winds for how long?

Stubbler Hankie: One hundred and forty days.

PF: That is a remarkable amount of time for an adventure!

Stubbler Hankie: But I could see that the currents of the sea flowed down from the main continent to Professor Island from one place – a country called Foodlandia.

PF: So that is how we get home?

Stubbler Hankie: Yes.  You must fly to Foodlandia, and follow the current south over the rocks and volcanoes and then you will be home.

PF: Oh I am going to cry with relief at this news!  But why did you leave Professor Island?  Were you shunned by society too?

Stubbler Hankie: No, my owner, Full Professor Stubbler, he began to act… strange…

PF: How so?  Hey!  Where did that sinister-looking mailbox come from?

Sinister-Looking Mailbox: Uh-oh!

Stubbler Hankie: Oh no!  That is one of Mr. Demon’s spies!  He heard me tell you the location of Professor Island!

Sinister-Looking Mailbox: The jig is up!  I’m outta here!

PF: Get him!

Hysterical Kulats: Hey, NARC, you stepped on my leg!

Angry Liederhosen: He did not!  You are just starting teenybopper trouble!

Hysterical Pant Mob: Boo!

Angry Pant Mob: Boo!

Huh?!PF: Please, set your differences aside and let us through!  That mailbox is getting away!

Sinister-Looking Mailbox: Nya-ha-ha!

Pants Mobs: RARRRR!

PF: We shall never get through this mass of misguided bottoms!  To the Vampire Pants Castle!  We must get to the airship on the roof and depart IMMEDIATELY FOR FOODLANDIA!

Stubbler Hankie: I shall go with you.  Those Plaid Pants I was in the back pocket of smelled funny.

PF: Excellent!  Away!

Kerchief!

Current Mood: Rushed away!
Discoveries Made: Heroism!

Hereinto referenced: ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤

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Blobby Log Day 106

As written by Professor Fliggins in Chapter 7: The Big Blue > Vol. 1

Timestamp: Morning; Day 106
Weather: Sunburnt
Landscape: Blue, Blue, Blue, ORANGE, Blue, Blue.

NOTES:

Blubba: …so when I say, “meeting you is like eating a delicious spaghetti sandwich” please understand, I have not ever eaten a delicious spaghetti sandwich, and I am unsure whether anyone has, basically, what I am saying is that meeting you can only be very specifically described as a foreign and, thus far, surprisingly enjoyable experience.  Like a ridiculous meal, like a spaghetti sandwich would be, I assume.  I have never eaten spaghetti, though in my comprehensive travels of this world I have met many creatures who have, most of them plumbers.  I have eaten plumbers.

Roy:
Really!

Blubba:
Of course not.  But do you see what I had done there?  I made you think that I had.  That is a hilarious joke.  Making that joke was like eating a delicious plumber sandwich.  Speaking of…

PF:
STOP!  PLEASE.  Please.  Please stop.  This pleasant introduction has lasted twelve hours easily.  I could weep from the boredom of it all!

Blubba:
My.  I was just being kind.  Perhaps you do not need my help after all.  Goodbye…

Blobby:
Wait!  PF, apologize to him!  We’ll never find Professor Island alone…

Moustachia:
Yeah, ya meany.

PF:
But you… Very well.  Mr. Blubba!  Sir, please accept my sincerest apologies.  I have recently gotten over a bout of evil and perhaps am still working out those traumas on my friends and colleagues accidentally.

Blubba:
Apology accepted.  So you would like to find your Professor Island?

PF:
YES!  Goodness me, yes.  Have you seen it?

Blubba:
If it exists, I have been there.

PF:
Oh, delectable.  Let me describe it.  It is shaped like…

Blubba:
No no.  You clearly do not know how my brain works.  I remember everything I see – EVERYTHING – but I need to tell my entire life story in order to get to the parts of interest to you.

PF:
Pardon me?

Blubba:
I have a Brobdingnagian brain in my equally ginormous noggin.  You have to understand that it takes a while for the synapses to fire from one side to the other.  Here is a question: if I were to shoot my mind lightning at full speed toward the horizon, would it wrap around the curvature of the planet or shoot endlessly straight into space?  Well my brain has a lot of space and is big enough to have its own curvature, so both are true, I suppose.  I answered my own question.  Let me ask another – topic, Sports and Leisure – who was the first Kicky to…

PF:
EXCUSE… excuse me, sir.  Surely there is a better way to access the location of Professor Island than letting you tell your whole life story.

Roy:
Yeah, like, how old are you?

Blubba:
I am easily as old as everything if not older, but I suppose that isn’t so easy…

PF:
!  Cannot you just let me TRY and describe the island?  It is really very simple…

Blubba:
Well maybe you can just ask another sunburnt cetacean who remembers being everywhere?  Oh wait, you can’t – I’m the only one, good luck finding your home by yourself.  Toodle-loo…

PF:
No!  Fine, we will do this your way.

Blubba:
Oh magnificent.  You won’t be disappointed; it’s really a very gripping story.  Now one would think that I could start from the moment of my first conscious thought, but no story begins there.  Of course not – and certainly events shaped my life before that moment, all those years ago.  So you may think, then, that a good place to start would be at the moment of my birth, a great idea – my first undersea baby whale screams into the bubbled universe.  But surely even my life was impacted in the previous seven years my mother was pregnant with me.  And surer still, who I am is deeply impacted by the location I was born, the time in the history of things, the very characters of my mother and father, both unique in their own right.  Oh and how they met.  Not very romantic at first, but when viewed through the reflection of a funhouse mirror, or perhaps the ocean’s surface, I think you will agree that it is actually very sweet…

Blobby:
Oh darn.

PF:
This will be a while.

Roy:
Maybe the sun burned his brain as well.

Blubba:
…No, it is ludicrous to even presume that a story could ever start in its own beginning, so let us go back BEFORE the beginning of the beginning…

PF:
Oh darn.  Indeed.  Oh darn, Blobby.

Current Mood: Leary.
Discoveries Made: The limits of my patience.

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Blobby Log Day 101 (part one)

As written by Blobby in Chapter 6: Isle of Detached Shawnimals > Vol. 1

Timestamp: Early Morning; Day 101
Weather: Sweaty!
Landscape: Ever-changing!

NOTES:

Crowny?!Blobby: Slow down, Crowny!  We just want to talk!

Crowny:
Uh-uh!  I’m not gonna go back there, man!  I ain’t sitting on that crazy Hot Dog King’s head anymore!  Never again!

Blobby: STOP!  Why is he running?

Roy: I mean, you’d run too if you thought someone was gonna make you sit on PF’s head for the rest of your life.

Blobby: Good point.  Wait…  why are we even chasing him?

Crowny: I don’t even know where Professor Island is!

Blobby, Roy, & Moustachia:
That’s why!

Blobby:
Get him!

Crowny:
I don’t… OW!

Roy:
He tripped!

Blobby:
Put the log on his chest!

Crowny:
Erg!

Roy:
Where’s Professor Island?

Crowny:
I don’t know, man!

Moustachia:
Tawk, dawnit!

* b l o o s h ! *


Crowny:
Aw, what the heck – you just shot ink in my mouth!

Roy: There’s more where that came from!

Crowny:
I don’t know where…

Blobby:
Hit him with some orange, Roy!

* b l o o s h ! *


Crowny:
This is disgusting!

Blobby:
Talk, darn you!

*bloosh! blersh! b l A R R R S H ! *

Crowny: Okay, okay…. Please stop, I don’t even know where that ink is coming from.

Roy:
My body’s ink bladders.

Crowny:
!?!

Blobby: Where’s Professor Island?  Why does PF think he’s there now?  How come this place really creeps us out?

Crowny:
Slow down, man.  Okay.  I think your guy is under a couple spells here.  You see, this place, the Isle of Detached Shawnimals, is VERY accepting, and if you’ve spent your whole existence being ostracized or abused, like me, then it can be magically addicting to have so much unconditional support all of a sudden.  That, and I think he’s probably got some Dark Syrup in him.

Blobby:
Yeah, how can you tell?

Crowny:
His eyes, man.  They’re like crazy-fied.

Roy:
How do we cure him of these spells?  He already had cookie-based meditation therapy with some Ninjas.

Crowny:
I dunno.  When people are half-awake sometimes and not seeing the world for what it is, you just have to shake ‘em.  Shake ‘em good!

Moustachia:
Hmmm…

Blobby:
Well, okay then, where’s Professor Island?

Crowny:
Seriously, man, I don’t know.

Roy:
Then why’d you even bring it up when we were chasing you?

Crowny:
I thought you were gonna take me back to the Hot Dog Kingdom if I didn’t tell you where Professor Island is.  And also, I really don’t know.

Blobby:
Darnit.  We’ll never beat Mr. Demon there…

Crowny:
BUT – you should sail into the Big Blue Sea and talk to Blubba – he’s the one who took me to this Isle, and he’s been everywhere that the Sea touches.  Probably Professor Island too.

Blobby: So now we need a boat.  Lame.  We’re twelve kinds of hosed.

Moustachia: Wait!  Do we stiw have any Ninja Staw Cookies?

Roy: I think so.

Blobby: Well…  One, I think.  I ate the rest.  They’re mindblowingly delicious.

Moustachia: That’s aw we need!  C’mon!

Blobby: Um.  Okay!  See you later, Crowny!

Roy: Sorry I excreted violently at you.

Crowny: It’s cool.  I’ve had the sweaty head of the Hot Dog King on my underside for for decades!  That was nothing.

Roy: Touché.

Moustachia: Ew… C’mon!

Current Mood: ...
Discoveries Made: ...

Hereinto referenced: ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤

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Blobby Log Day 99

As written by Professor Fliggins in Chapter 6: Isle of Detached Shawnimals > Vol. 1

Timestamp: Evening; Day 99
Weather: PERFECT!
Landscape: IT'S ALL PERFECT!

NOTES:

Oh, Blobby – I love being home!

Blobby: Oh, PF – you’re not home!

PF: All the Professors may look intensely messed up, but finally I am getting the acclaim and prestige I fought so hard for all those weeks ago when we set out.  I know that some pure Discoverists shun this kind of attention, but it feels too super excellent!  And Professor Professor wants to have a private dinner with me tomorrow, so how wrong could I be?

Moustachia: Mama, knock it off!

Roy: It’s like talking to a piece of wood.  A big dumb piece of wood.

Blobby:
PF, that’s not Professor Professor, that’s the High Chancellor of the Isle of Detached Shawnimals, and friendly or not, he kinda freaks me out.  I’m not even sure which of his faces to make eye contact with.

PF:
You are some kind of jealous blob of farts!  I am famous now!  Every meal I will eat from now on will be a banquet!  Every toddler Professor will pretend to be me in make-believe games!  Every room I step into will shower me with gifts and gold!

Blobby:
Hmm…

Roy:
I’m not touching that one.

PF:
Face it, you all just wish that you were as important to the Universe as me, but you are merely my employees, and will always be below me.  I am leaving for another banquet with Professor Monkey Claw, I will talk to you all again after you have dealt with REALITY.

(door slam)

Blobby: Man, there is definitely some evil left in PF.

Roy:
I hope so.  That was really harsh.

Moustachia:
What a jewk!

Blobby:
We’ll fix this.  We’ll fix it…

Current Mood: ...
Discoveries Made: ...

Hereinto referenced: ¤ ¤