Snorfod In Dreamland

Yes, Snorfod was the Chosen One. And yes, he was more or less of an idiot.

So he just kind of stared at Blanket.

Blanket stared back. Then she fell on her face. Then she exploded.

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Snorfod awoke from his rather strange dream in a haze. He wasn't sure what was real and what wasn't. But he found Blanket sobbing in a corner. Ok, he thought. That happened. Obviously she didn't explode, so that's good.

He then heard what sounded like mournful meowing outside. He stepped out of the little door to see Abby and some other Mayans moping about, yowling pitifully. Abby looked up as Snorfod approached, and her eyes lit up slightly.

"Chosen One…."

"I'm so sorry," He began but suddenly Abby's lips were on his. And he turned back to Pac-man ghost form. And had a seizure.

Then he used his propellor cap to fly far, far away from that damn oak-stamp tree.

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Snorfod awoke from his rather strange dream in a haze, and realized that he'd heard that line before.

He pinched himself to make sure he was actually awake. It didn't hurt.

"Craaap," He moaned as an apple pie grew wings and flew into the sunset with a cheery "Good day to you, sir!!"

Once Snorfod was sure he had gotten out of his seemingly never-ending dream cycle, it was clear that Blanket....or someone had drugged him.

"We have to go, quickly!!"

Snorfod looked up in surprise, he'd seen that white and black hair before....

He tried to say his captor's name, but his mouth was covered with a piece of super-adhesive duct tape.

"Mmmph mmmph phudda--"

The all-too-familiar character interrupted him for, like, the millionth time.

"My name is Eggley, and I'm here to help."

Well, duh.