Three Part Story: The Flibbergibbet Affair

John Porktos was furious. After 40 years of successful business management, the CEO of Fester and Fester Insurance Company was kicking him to the streets. He crumpled the release notices and threw it at the door just as it opened.

 

For a moment, he stared blankly at the figure standing in the doorway. The massive white wig and festive floofy outfit looked vaguely familiar. Then he realized where he knew the man from. He was in a painting at the museum across the parking lot.

“Excuse me,” the painting-man said in a squeaky voice “do you happen to happen to have a flibbergibbet?”

John blinked. “Um… maybe…” he thought for a moment and opened a desk drawer. He pulled out a stapler and handed it to the painting-man. “Here.”

“Congratulathankifications!” The painting-man said, “Come to out party.”

So he did.

 

“Dong, Dong, Dong!!” The big clock struck 4am. The party was over. Everyone scrambled back to their own frames. Except for the little blue boy. Nobody noticed him sneaking out the door of the museum.

Three Part Story: Francis Hamster and the Fuzzy People

Once upon a time there was a hamster named Francis . Francis loved to eat cheese and toast sandwiches. One day he ran out of cheese and was very sad. He sat down and cried for a few minutes, he was walking down the street sniffing the air in the hopes of finding some cheese.,

when he suddenly fell into a small hole. Plunging nearly 100 feet into the sewer pipes, Francis splashed and swam desperately for his life. A moment later, the pipes gushed out into a waterfall. As he climbed out, Francis found that he was in a huge chamber full of buildings and small fuzzy people. “Hello!” a fuzzy person said, holding out a hand to help him up.”I’m Carrie! How did you find our secret kingdom?”

“I was just looking for cheese and…”

“Cheese?!”

“Uh, yes, cheese.”

“There’s cheese in the world again?”

“Uh, yes, there’s lot’s of cheese in the world.” Carrie stared at him.

“There hasn’t been cheese in our world for 300 years.” Carrie turned and waved her hands to the city below her. “Everyone! There is cheese in the overworld!”

The word passed from one to another with shouts of elation, and within a day, the town had migrated to the overworld.

And thus ended the generation of the Fuzzy People. “Wow,” Carrie said, “That was an amazing era, but I’m glad it’s over!”