Back! My Recent Adventures Undercover
Yes. It's true. After over a year I have returned. I've got so much knews that I hardly know where to begin.
It all started with Mr. Flibble coming up to me and informing me that I was to go on a Top-Secret mission for the P.U. The Blue Footed Boobies had struck again, and times where desperate. It fell upon me, the P.U.'s most trusted human contact, to infiltrate the Boobies' most important bases. The Zoos.
You may laugh, but with their spies so close to the humans, they can do much to undermine the P.U, It was my job to turn spy against them. From zoo to zoo I traveled, listening, gathering data, pretending to be a scientist. Around about November of last year, I had gained the trust and respect of several Boobies, enough that they began to talk to me, befriending me. It is possible that they were only trying to use me, but never try to trick a spy. It was January before they found out what I really was.
I had to run....
for 6 months I ran and hid. I went to the warm places, hoping to avoid them. I saw the world. Japan, Australia, Brazil, South Africa, Madagascar, New Zealand. But they found me still. It was a vicious, vicious battle. Long into the New Zealand night we fought, under a blanket of falsely cheery stars. I was taking hostage.
When I awoke, I was laying in an igloo, somewhere in Antarctica. My journals, my radio, and my little stuffed Bed-Time Penguin Pal where all missing. I was wearing only my pajama bottoms, glow in the dark Einstein T-shirt, and Harry Potter socks. The air was putrid with the smell of blue feet. For a month I lay, surviving on sheer spite, without a scrap of knews.
And then it happened.
It was mid afternoon, and I had just finished with my daily torture of full tea and scones with clotted cream. I was so full of yummy goodness I could hardly move... At the mercy of Boobies with more Earl Gray and blueberry muffins, when I heard a familiar voice whisper in my ear from under the Waitress's veil. It was Mr. Flibble! He whispered in my ear "Don't worry, we've come to rescue you."
Just when they least suspected it, he jumped up and started to dance the Tango with a nearby Boobie. (It is commonly known that Boobies hate dancing) With this distraction, the rest of P.U. Special Forces slipped in and rescued me.
I'm in hiding now, so I won't say where I've gone. I hope to return to Hippy-Ville in another month or so.
--Kawfi out.
It all started with Mr. Flibble coming up to me and informing me that I was to go on a Top-Secret mission for the P.U. The Blue Footed Boobies had struck again, and times where desperate. It fell upon me, the P.U.'s most trusted human contact, to infiltrate the Boobies' most important bases. The Zoos.
You may laugh, but with their spies so close to the humans, they can do much to undermine the P.U, It was my job to turn spy against them. From zoo to zoo I traveled, listening, gathering data, pretending to be a scientist. Around about November of last year, I had gained the trust and respect of several Boobies, enough that they began to talk to me, befriending me. It is possible that they were only trying to use me, but never try to trick a spy. It was January before they found out what I really was.
I had to run....
for 6 months I ran and hid. I went to the warm places, hoping to avoid them. I saw the world. Japan, Australia, Brazil, South Africa, Madagascar, New Zealand. But they found me still. It was a vicious, vicious battle. Long into the New Zealand night we fought, under a blanket of falsely cheery stars. I was taking hostage.
When I awoke, I was laying in an igloo, somewhere in Antarctica. My journals, my radio, and my little stuffed Bed-Time Penguin Pal where all missing. I was wearing only my pajama bottoms, glow in the dark Einstein T-shirt, and Harry Potter socks. The air was putrid with the smell of blue feet. For a month I lay, surviving on sheer spite, without a scrap of knews.
And then it happened.
It was mid afternoon, and I had just finished with my daily torture of full tea and scones with clotted cream. I was so full of yummy goodness I could hardly move... At the mercy of Boobies with more Earl Gray and blueberry muffins, when I heard a familiar voice whisper in my ear from under the Waitress's veil. It was Mr. Flibble! He whispered in my ear "Don't worry, we've come to rescue you."
Just when they least suspected it, he jumped up and started to dance the Tango with a nearby Boobie. (It is commonly known that Boobies hate dancing) With this distraction, the rest of P.U. Special Forces slipped in and rescued me.
I'm in hiding now, so I won't say where I've gone. I hope to return to Hippy-Ville in another month or so.
--Kawfi out.
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