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Post by Ichabod on Dec 9, 2005 13:19:24 GMT -5
The mystic clog chugged down the rest of his mayonaise and threw the cup at Super Truffle in a half hearted manner. "Where are we?" Super Truffle asked it nonchalantly. The mystic clog replied in a clog like manner, "the question is not, where are we, the question is WHEN are we?" Super Truffle blinked, and checked his socks for the time. "It's 30 o clock" informed Super Truffle. The clog checked his own socks and chortled, then said mysticly, "You are here to inquire about the eeeevil butterfly, are you not." Super Truffle nodded. The mystic clog continued, "However, I am quite concerned about your friend, Muster Blibby. He is not what i have in the oven." Super Truffle lifted one super eyebrow and turned around to find MUSTER BLIBBY! Muster Blibby paused then announced in a high squeeky voice. "I AM THE AMBASSADOR OF THE RADIATOR PEOPLE! PHEAR ME!" Super Truffle fell back and gasped, then he chuckled. Meanwhile Muster Blibby changed his voice - and his appearence and shouted "OOOOH, you naughty devil, SUPPORT THE SPICE GIRLS!" he now resembled a large parfait. "OH no!" cried Super Truffle between his girly giggles "Muster Blibby has multiple personalities!
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