h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash. His legs reinflated, Ernest kissed the Maiden's oddly-shaped ring and was transported into a dragon's belly shaped swimming pool in which there grew some dragon-plant. At last! He swam over to the looming dragon-plant, and took out a scythe. With a precipitous swing, he severed and pocketed some.
"WHO DARES TO ENTER MY POOL AND STEAL DRAGON-PLANT?" Roared a most scarey voice. Ernest looked about, terrified, only to see a huge hippopotamus, wearing a speaker.
'Who are you?', Cried Ernest, boldly. (Though he was swiftly loosing bladder-control.)
"Oh gross!" Said a nearby frog, who had pink bunny rabbit ears.
His intrinsic warbler bravery prompted him to approach the fearsome frog, the dragon-plant now withing reach. The frog opened his mouth and screamed. The hippo closed its eyes and began to hum The Star Spangled Banner, a strange power, revulsion perhaps, filled the air, causing poor Ernest to vibrate like a washing-machine. He continued to get louder, electrifying the unfortunate frog and causing the Hippo to falter. Instantly, Ernest leaped for his time-machine, grabbing some dragon-plant, and slamming the door behind him. He cranked the destination time to "today" and held tightly onto a handle, with horror, as the machine informed him that "today" didn't exist.
"Oh No, I don't want tomorrow! I must've changed history with my muffins!!" moaned Ernest, as he patted dragon-plant in absent-minded despair. With a sigh, He decided that he would add

a single day

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash. His legs reinflated, Ernest kissed the Maiden's oddly-shaped ring and was transported into a dragon's belly shaped swimming pool in which there grew some dragon-plant. At last! He swam over to the looming dragon-plant, and took out a scythe. With a precipitous swing, he severed and pocketed some.
"WHO DARES TO ENTER MY POOL AND STEAL DRAGON-PLANT?" Roared a most scarey voice. Ernest looked about, terrified, only to see a huge hippopotamus, wearing a speaker.
'Who are you?', Cried Ernest, boldly. (Though he was swiftly loosing bladder-control.)
"Oh gross!" Said a nearby frog, who had pink bunny rabbit ears.
His intrinsic warbler bravery prompted him to approach the fearsome frog, the dragon-plant now withing reach. The frog opened his mouth and screamed. The hippo closed its eyes and began to hum The Star Spangled Banner, a strange power, revulsion perhaps, filled the air, causing poor Ernest to vibrate like a washing-machine. He continued to get louder, electrifying the unfortunate frog and causing the Hippo to falter. Instantly, Ernest leaped for his time-machine, grabbing some dragon-plant, and slamming the door behind him. He cranked the destination time to "today" and held tightly onto a handle, with horror, as the machine informed him that "today" didn't exist.
"Oh No, I don't want tomorrow! I must've changed history with my muffins!!" moaned Ernest, as he patted dragon-plant in absent-minded despair. With a sigh, he decided that he would add a single day

to the destination

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash. His legs reinflated, Ernest kissed the Maiden's oddly-shaped ring and was transported into a dragon's belly shaped swimming pool in which there grew some dragon-plant. At last! He swam over to the looming dragon-plant, and took out a scythe. With a precipitous swing, he severed and pocketed some.
"WHO DARES TO ENTER MY POOL AND STEAL DRAGON-PLANT?" Roared a most scarey voice. Ernest looked about, terrified, only to see a huge hippopotamus, wearing a speaker.
'Who are you?', Cried Ernest, boldly. (Though he was swiftly loosing bladder-control.)
"Oh gross!" Said a nearby frog, who had pink bunny rabbit ears.
His intrinsic warbler bravery prompted him to approach the fearsome frog, the dragon-plant now withing reach. The frog opened his mouth and screamed. The hippo closed its eyes and began to hum The Star Spangled Banner, a strange power, revulsion perhaps, filled the air, causing poor Ernest to vibrate like a washing-machine. He continued to get louder, electrifying the unfortunate frog and causing the Hippo to falter. Instantly, Ernest leaped for his time-machine, grabbing some dragon-plant, and slamming the door behind him. He cranked the destination time to "today" and held tightly onto a handle, with horror, as the machine informed him that "today" didn't exist.
"Oh No, I don't want tomorrow! I must've changed history with my muffins!!" moaned Ernest, as he patted dragon-plant in absent-minded despair. With a sigh, he decided that he would add a single day to the destination

so he could warn himself not to change history.

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash. His legs reinflated, Ernest kissed the Maiden's oddly-shaped ring and was transported into a dragon's belly shaped swimming pool in which there grew some dragon-plant. At last! He swam over to the looming dragon-plant, and took out a scythe. With a precipitous swing, he severed and pocketed some.
"WHO DARES TO ENTER MY POOL AND STEAL DRAGON-PLANT?" Roared a most scarey voice. Ernest looked about, terrified, only to see a huge hippopotamus, wearing a speaker.
'Who are you?', Cried Ernest, boldly. (Though he was swiftly loosing bladder-control.)
"Oh gross!" Said a nearby frog, who had pink bunny rabbit ears.
His intrinsic warbler bravery prompted him to approach the fearsome frog, the dragon-plant now withing reach. The frog opened his mouth and screamed. The hippo closed its eyes and began to hum The Star Spangled Banner, a strange power, revulsion perhaps, filled the air, causing poor Ernest to vibrate like a washing-machine. He continued to get louder, electrifying the unfortunate frog and causing the Hippo to falter. Instantly, Ernest leaped for his time-machine, grabbing some dragon-plant, and slamming the door behind him. He cranked the destination time to "today" and held tightly onto a handle, with horror, as the machine informed him that "today" didn't exist.
"Oh No, I don't want tomorrow! I must've changed history with my muffins!!" moaned Ernest, as he patted dragon-plant in absent-minded despair. With a sigh, he decided that he would add a single day to the destination so he could warn himself not to change history.

He pressed the

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash. His legs reinflated, Ernest kissed the Maiden's oddly-shaped ring and was transported into a dragon's belly shaped swimming pool in which there grew some dragon-plant. At last! He swam over to the looming dragon-plant, and took out a scythe. With a precipitous swing, he severed and pocketed some.
"WHO DARES TO ENTER MY POOL AND STEAL DRAGON-PLANT?" Roared a most scarey voice. Ernest looked about, terrified, only to see a huge hippopotamus, wearing a speaker.
'Who are you?', Cried Ernest, boldly. (Though he was swiftly loosing bladder-control.)
"Oh gross!" Said a nearby frog, who had pink bunny rabbit ears.
His intrinsic warbler bravery prompted him to approach the fearsome frog, the dragon-plant now withing reach. The frog opened his mouth and screamed. The hippo closed its eyes and began to hum The Star Spangled Banner, a strange power, revulsion perhaps, filled the air, causing poor Ernest to vibrate like a washing-machine. He continued to get louder, electrifying the unfortunate frog and causing the Hippo to falter. Instantly, Ernest leaped for his time-machine, grabbing some dragon-plant, and slamming the door behind him. He cranked the destination time to "today" and held tightly onto a handle, with horror, as the machine informed him that "today" didn't exist.
"Oh No, I don't want tomorrow! I must've changed history with my muffins!!" moaned Ernest, as he patted dragon-plant in absent-minded despair. With a sigh, he decided that he would add a single day to the destination so he could warn himself not to change history. He pressed the

yesterday button, and

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash. His legs reinflated, Ernest kissed the Maiden's oddly-shaped ring and was transported into a dragon's belly shaped swimming pool in which there grew some dragon-plant. At last! He swam over to the looming dragon-plant, and took out a scythe. With a precipitous swing, he severed and pocketed some.
"WHO DARES TO ENTER MY POOL AND STEAL DRAGON-PLANT?" Roared a most scarey voice. Ernest looked about, terrified, only to see a huge hippopotamus, wearing a speaker.
'Who are you?', Cried Ernest, boldly. (Though he was swiftly loosing bladder-control.)
"Oh gross!" Said a nearby frog, who had pink bunny rabbit ears.
His intrinsic warbler bravery prompted him to approach the fearsome frog, the dragon-plant now withing reach. The frog opened his mouth and screamed. The hippo closed its eyes and began to hum The Star Spangled Banner, a strange power, revulsion perhaps, filled the air, causing poor Ernest to vibrate like a washing-machine. He continued to get louder, electrifying the unfortunate frog and causing the Hippo to falter. Instantly, Ernest leaped for his time-machine, grabbing some dragon-plant, and slamming the door behind him. He cranked the destination time to "today" and held tightly onto a handle, with horror, as the machine informed him that "today" didn't exist.
"Oh No, I don't want tomorrow! I must've changed history with my muffins!!" moaned Ernest, as he patted dragon-plant in absent-minded despair. With a sigh, he decided that he would add a single day to the destination so he could warn himself not to change history. He pressed the yesterday button, and

the Beatles song

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash. His legs reinflated, Ernest kissed the Maiden's oddly-shaped ring and was transported into a dragon's belly shaped swimming pool in which there grew some dragon-plant. At last! He swam over to the looming dragon-plant, and took out a scythe. With a precipitous swing, he severed and pocketed some.
"WHO DARES TO ENTER MY POOL AND STEAL DRAGON-PLANT?" Roared a most scarey voice. Ernest looked about, terrified, only to see a huge hippopotamus, wearing a speaker.
'Who are you?', Cried Ernest, boldly. (Though he was swiftly loosing bladder-control.)
"Oh gross!" Said a nearby frog, who had pink bunny rabbit ears.
His intrinsic warbler bravery prompted him to approach the fearsome frog, the dragon-plant now withing reach. The frog opened his mouth and screamed. The hippo closed its eyes and began to hum The Star Spangled Banner, a strange power, revulsion perhaps, filled the air, causing poor Ernest to vibrate like a washing-machine. He continued to get louder, electrifying the unfortunate frog and causing the Hippo to falter. Instantly, Ernest leaped for his time-machine, grabbing some dragon-plant, and slamming the door behind him. He cranked the destination time to "today" and held tightly onto a handle, with horror, as the machine informed him that "today" didn't exist.
"Oh No, I don't want tomorrow! I must've changed history with my muffins!!" moaned Ernest, as he patted dragon-plant in absent-minded despair. With a sigh, he decided that he would add a single day to the destination so he could warn himself not to change history. He pressed the yesterday button, and the Beatles song

began to play

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash. His legs reinflated, Ernest kissed the Maiden's oddly-shaped ring and was transported into a dragon's belly shaped swimming pool in which there grew some dragon-plant. At last! He swam over to the looming dragon-plant, and took out a scythe. With a precipitous swing, he severed and pocketed some.
"WHO DARES TO ENTER MY POOL AND STEAL DRAGON-PLANT?" Roared a most scarey voice. Ernest looked about, terrified, only to see a huge hippopotamus, wearing a speaker.
'Who are you?', Cried Ernest, boldly. (Though he was swiftly loosing bladder-control.)
"Oh gross!" Said a nearby frog, who had pink bunny rabbit ears.
His intrinsic warbler bravery prompted him to approach the fearsome frog, the dragon-plant now withing reach. The frog opened his mouth and screamed. The hippo closed its eyes and began to hum The Star Spangled Banner, a strange power, revulsion perhaps, filled the air, causing poor Ernest to vibrate like a washing-machine. He continued to get louder, electrifying the unfortunate frog and causing the Hippo to falter. Instantly, Ernest leaped for his time-machine, grabbing some dragon-plant, and slamming the door behind him. He cranked the destination time to "today" and held tightly onto a handle, with horror, as the machine informed him that "today" didn't exist.
"Oh No, I don't want tomorrow! I must've changed history with my muffins!!" moaned Ernest, as he patted dragon-plant in absent-minded despair. With a sigh, he decided that he would add a single day to the destination so he could warn himself not to change history. He pressed the yesterday button, and the Beatles song began to play.

Returning to yesterday,

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash. His legs reinflated, Ernest kissed the Maiden's oddly-shaped ring and was transported into a dragon's belly shaped swimming pool in which there grew some dragon-plant. At last! He swam over to the looming dragon-plant, and took out a scythe. With a precipitous swing, he severed and pocketed some.
"WHO DARES TO ENTER MY POOL AND STEAL DRAGON-PLANT?" Roared a most scarey voice. Ernest looked about, terrified, only to see a huge hippopotamus, wearing a speaker.
'Who are you?', Cried Ernest, boldly. (Though he was swiftly loosing bladder-control.)
"Oh gross!" Said a nearby frog, who had pink bunny rabbit ears.
His intrinsic warbler bravery prompted him to approach the fearsome frog, the dragon-plant now withing reach. The frog opened his mouth and screamed. The hippo closed its eyes and began to hum The Star Spangled Banner, a strange power, revulsion perhaps, filled the air, causing poor Ernest to vibrate like a washing-machine. He continued to get louder, electrifying the unfortunate frog and causing the Hippo to falter. Instantly, Ernest leaped for his time-machine, grabbing some dragon-plant, and slamming the door behind him. He cranked the destination time to "today" and held tightly onto a handle, with horror, as the machine informed him that "today" didn't exist.
"Oh No, I don't want tomorrow! I must've changed history with my muffins!!" moaned Ernest, as he patted dragon-plant in absent-minded despair. With a sigh, he decided that he would add a single day to the destination so he could warn himself not to change history. He pressed the yesterday button, and the Beatles song began to play. Returning to yesterday,

he lay in

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash. His legs reinflated, Ernest kissed the Maiden's oddly-shaped ring and was transported into a dragon's belly shaped swimming pool in which there grew some dragon-plant. At last! He swam over to the looming dragon-plant, and took out a scythe. With a precipitous swing, he severed and pocketed some.
"WHO DARES TO ENTER MY POOL AND STEAL DRAGON-PLANT?" Roared a most scarey voice. Ernest looked about, terrified, only to see a huge hippopotamus, wearing a speaker.
'Who are you?', Cried Ernest, boldly. (Though he was swiftly loosing bladder-control.)
"Oh gross!" Said a nearby frog, who had pink bunny rabbit ears.
His intrinsic warbler bravery prompted him to approach the fearsome frog, the dragon-plant now withing reach. The frog opened his mouth and screamed. The hippo closed its eyes and began to hum The Star Spangled Banner, a strange power, revulsion perhaps, filled the air, causing poor Ernest to vibrate like a washing-machine. He continued to get louder, electrifying the unfortunate frog and causing the Hippo to falter. Instantly, Ernest leaped for his time-machine, grabbing some dragon-plant, and slamming the door behind him. He cranked the destination time to "today" and held tightly onto a handle, with horror, as the machine informed him that "today" didn't exist.
"Oh No, I don't want tomorrow! I must've changed history with my muffins!!" moaned Ernest, as he patted dragon-plant in absent-minded despair. With a sigh, he decided that he would add a single day to the destination so he could warn himself not to change history. He pressed the yesterday button, and the Beatles song began to play. Returning to yesterday, he lay in

bed wondering, "Why

(This is coming along slowly... I need to find more people to post to it.)

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash. His legs reinflated, Ernest kissed the Maiden's oddly-shaped ring and was transported into a dragon's belly shaped swimming pool in which there grew some dragon-plant. At last! He swam over to the looming dragon-plant, and took out a scythe. With a precipitous swing, he severed and pocketed some.
"WHO DARES TO ENTER MY POOL AND STEAL DRAGON-PLANT?" Roared a most scarey voice. Ernest looked about, terrified, only to see a huge hippopotamus, wearing a speaker.
'Who are you?', Cried Ernest, boldly. (Though he was swiftly loosing bladder-control.)
"Oh gross!" Said a nearby frog, who had pink bunny rabbit ears.
His intrinsic warbler bravery prompted him to approach the fearsome frog, the dragon-plant now withing reach. The frog opened his mouth and screamed. The hippo closed its eyes and began to hum The Star Spangled Banner, a strange power, revulsion perhaps, filled the air, causing poor Ernest to vibrate like a washing-machine. He continued to get louder, electrifying the unfortunate frog and causing the Hippo to falter. Instantly, Ernest leaped for his time-machine, grabbing some dragon-plant, and slamming the door behind him. He cranked the destination time to "today" and held tightly onto a handle, with horror, as the machine informed him that "today" didn't exist.
"Oh No, I don't want tomorrow! I must've changed history with my muffins!!" moaned Ernest, as he patted dragon-plant in absent-minded despair. With a sigh, he decided that he would add a single day to the destination so he could warn himself not to change history. He pressed the yesterday button, and the Beatles song began to play. Returning to yesterday, he lay in bed wondering, "Why

do lilac quesedillas

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash. His legs reinflated, Ernest kissed the Maiden's oddly-shaped ring and was transported into a dragon's belly shaped swimming pool in which there grew some dragon-plant. At last! He swam over to the looming dragon-plant, and took out a scythe. With a precipitous swing, he severed and pocketed some.
"WHO DARES TO ENTER MY POOL AND STEAL DRAGON-PLANT?" Roared a most scarey voice. Ernest looked about, terrified, only to see a huge hippopotamus, wearing a speaker.
'Who are you?', Cried Ernest, boldly. (Though he was swiftly loosing bladder-control.)
"Oh gross!" Said a nearby frog, who had pink bunny rabbit ears.
His intrinsic warbler bravery prompted him to approach the fearsome frog, the dragon-plant now withing reach. The frog opened his mouth and screamed. The hippo closed its eyes and began to hum The Star Spangled Banner, a strange power, revulsion perhaps, filled the air, causing poor Ernest to vibrate like a washing-machine. He continued to get louder, electrifying the unfortunate frog and causing the Hippo to falter. Instantly, Ernest leaped for his time-machine, grabbing some dragon-plant, and slamming the door behind him. He cranked the destination time to "today" and held tightly onto a handle, with horror, as the machine informed him that "today" didn't exist.
"Oh No, I don't want tomorrow! I must've changed history with my muffins!!" moaned Ernest, as he patted dragon-plant in absent-minded despair. With a sigh, he decided that he would add a single day to the destination so he could warn himself not to change history. He pressed the yesterday button, and the Beatles song began to play. Returning to yesterday, he lay in bed wondering, "Why do lilac quesedillas

taste like my

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash. His legs reinflated, Ernest kissed the Maiden's oddly-shaped ring and was transported into a dragon's belly shaped swimming pool in which there grew some dragon-plant. At last! He swam over to the looming dragon-plant, and took out a scythe. With a precipitous swing, he severed and pocketed some.
"WHO DARES TO ENTER MY POOL AND STEAL DRAGON-PLANT?" Roared a most scarey voice. Ernest looked about, terrified, only to see a huge hippopotamus, wearing a speaker.
'Who are you?', Cried Ernest, boldly. (Though he was swiftly loosing bladder-control.)
"Oh gross!" Said a nearby frog, who had pink bunny rabbit ears.
His intrinsic warbler bravery prompted him to approach the fearsome frog, the dragon-plant now withing reach. The frog opened his mouth and screamed. The hippo closed its eyes and began to hum The Star Spangled Banner, a strange power, revulsion perhaps, filled the air, causing poor Ernest to vibrate like a washing-machine. He continued to get louder, electrifying the unfortunate frog and causing the Hippo to falter. Instantly, Ernest leaped for his time-machine, grabbing some dragon-plant, and slamming the door behind him. He cranked the destination time to "today" and held tightly onto a handle, with horror, as the machine informed him that "today" didn't exist.
"Oh No, I don't want tomorrow! I must've changed history with my muffins!!" moaned Ernest, as he patted dragon-plant in absent-minded despair. With a sigh, he decided that he would add a single day to the destination so he could warn himself not to change history. He pressed the yesterday button, and the Beatles song began to play. Returning to yesterday, he lay in bed wondering, "Why do lilac quesedillas taste like my

muffins? And when

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash. His legs reinflated, Ernest kissed the Maiden's oddly-shaped ring and was transported into a dragon's belly shaped swimming pool in which there grew some dragon-plant. At last! He swam over to the looming dragon-plant, and took out a scythe. With a precipitous swing, he severed and pocketed some.
"WHO DARES TO ENTER MY POOL AND STEAL DRAGON-PLANT?" Roared a most scarey voice. Ernest looked about, terrified, only to see a huge hippopotamus, wearing a speaker.
'Who are you?', Cried Ernest, boldly. (Though he was swiftly loosing bladder-control.)
"Oh gross!" Said a nearby frog, who had pink bunny rabbit ears.
His intrinsic warbler bravery prompted him to approach the fearsome frog, the dragon-plant now withing reach. The frog opened his mouth and screamed. The hippo closed its eyes and began to hum The Star Spangled Banner, a strange power, revulsion perhaps, filled the air, causing poor Ernest to vibrate like a washing-machine. He continued to get louder, electrifying the unfortunate frog and causing the Hippo to falter. Instantly, Ernest leaped for his time-machine, grabbing some dragon-plant, and slamming the door behind him. He cranked the destination time to "today" and held tightly onto a handle, with horror, as the machine informed him that "today" didn't exist.
"Oh No, I don't want tomorrow! I must've changed history with my muffins!!" moaned Ernest, as he patted dragon-plant in absent-minded despair. With a sigh, he decided that he would add a single day to the destination so he could warn himself not to change history. He pressed the yesterday button, and the Beatles song began to play. Returning to yesterday, he lay in bed wondering, "Why do lilac quesedillas taste like my

muffins? And when dragon-plant will become

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash. His legs reinflated, Ernest kissed the Maiden's oddly-shaped ring and was transported into a dragon's belly shaped swimming pool in which there grew some dragon-plant. At last! He swam over to the looming dragon-plant, and took out a scythe. With a precipitous swing, he severed and pocketed some.
"WHO DARES TO ENTER MY POOL AND STEAL DRAGON-PLANT?" Roared a most scarey voice. Ernest looked about, terrified, only to see a huge hippopotamus, wearing a speaker.
'Who are you?', Cried Ernest, boldly. (Though he was swiftly loosing bladder-control.)
"Oh gross!" Said a nearby frog, who had pink bunny rabbit ears.
His intrinsic warbler bravery prompted him to approach the fearsome frog, the dragon-plant now withing reach. The frog opened his mouth and screamed. The hippo closed its eyes and began to hum The Star Spangled Banner, a strange power, revulsion perhaps, filled the air, causing poor Ernest to vibrate like a washing-machine. He continued to get louder, electrifying the unfortunate frog and causing the Hippo to falter. Instantly, Ernest leaped for his time-machine, grabbing some dragon-plant, and slamming the door behind him. He cranked the destination time to "today" and held tightly onto a handle, with horror, as the machine informed him that "today" didn't exist.
"Oh No, I don't want tomorrow! I must've changed history with my muffins!!" moaned Ernest, as he patted dragon-plant in absent-minded despair. With a sigh, he decided that he would add a single day to the destination so he could warn himself not to change history. He pressed the yesterday button, and the Beatles song began to play. Returning to yesterday, he lay in bed wondering, "Why do lilac quesedillas taste like my muffins? And when

will dragon-plant become

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash. His legs reinflated, Ernest kissed the Maiden's oddly-shaped ring and was transported into a dragon's belly shaped swimming pool in which there grew some dragon-plant. At last! He swam over to the looming dragon-plant, and took out a scythe. With a precipitous swing, he severed and pocketed some.
"WHO DARES TO ENTER MY POOL AND STEAL DRAGON-PLANT?" Roared a most scarey voice. Ernest looked about, terrified, only to see a huge hippopotamus, wearing a speaker.
'Who are you?', Cried Ernest, boldly. (Though he was swiftly loosing bladder-control.)
"Oh gross!" Said a nearby frog, who had pink bunny rabbit ears.
His intrinsic warbler bravery prompted him to approach the fearsome frog, the dragon-plant now withing reach. The frog opened his mouth and screamed. The hippo closed its eyes and began to hum The Star Spangled Banner, a strange power, revulsion perhaps, filled the air, causing poor Ernest to vibrate like a washing-machine. He continued to get louder, electrifying the unfortunate frog and causing the Hippo to falter. Instantly, Ernest leaped for his time-machine, grabbing some dragon-plant, and slamming the door behind him. He cranked the destination time to "today" and held tightly onto a handle, with horror, as the machine informed him that "today" didn't exist.
"Oh No, I don't want tomorrow! I must've changed history with my muffins!!" moaned Ernest, as he patted dragon-plant in absent-minded despair. With a sigh, he decided that he would add a single day to the destination so he could warn himself not to change history. He pressed the yesterday button, and the Beatles song began to play. Returning to yesterday, he lay in bed wondering, "Why do lilac quesedillas taste like my muffins? And when will dragon-plant become

available in stores?

Not till Christmas?

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash. His legs reinflated, Ernest kissed the Maiden's oddly-shaped ring and was transported into a dragon's belly shaped swimming pool in which there grew some dragon-plant. At last! He swam over to the looming dragon-plant, and took out a scythe. With a precipitous swing, he severed and pocketed some.
"WHO DARES TO ENTER MY POOL AND STEAL DRAGON-PLANT?" Roared a most scarey voice. Ernest looked about, terrified, only to see a huge hippopotamus, wearing a speaker.
'Who are you?', Cried Ernest, boldly. (Though he was swiftly loosing bladder-control.)
"Oh gross!" Said a nearby frog, who had pink bunny rabbit ears.
His intrinsic warbler bravery prompted him to approach the fearsome frog, the dragon-plant now withing reach. The frog opened his mouth and screamed. The hippo closed its eyes and began to hum The Star Spangled Banner, a strange power, revulsion perhaps, filled the air, causing poor Ernest to vibrate like a washing-machine. He continued to get louder, electrifying the unfortunate frog and causing the Hippo to falter. Instantly, Ernest leaped for his time-machine, grabbing some dragon-plant, and slamming the door behind him. He cranked the destination time to "today" and held tightly onto a handle, with horror, as the machine informed him that "today" didn't exist.
"Oh No, I don't want tomorrow! I must've changed history with my muffins!!" moaned Ernest, as he patted dragon-plant in absent-minded despair. With a sigh, he decided that he would add a single day to the destination so he could warn himself not to change history. He pressed the yesterday button, and the Beatles song began to play. Returning to yesterday, he lay in bed wondering, "Why do lilac quesedillas taste like my muffins? And when will dragon-plant become available in stores? Not till Christmas

of what year?

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash. His legs reinflated, Ernest kissed the Maiden's oddly-shaped ring and was transported into a dragon's belly shaped swimming pool in which there grew some dragon-plant. At last! He swam over to the looming dragon-plant, and took out a scythe. With a precipitous swing, he severed and pocketed some.
"WHO DARES TO ENTER MY POOL AND STEAL DRAGON-PLANT?" Roared a most scarey voice. Ernest looked about, terrified, only to see a huge hippopotamus, wearing a speaker.
'Who are you?', Cried Ernest, boldly. (Though he was swiftly loosing bladder-control.)
"Oh gross!" Said a nearby frog, who had pink bunny rabbit ears.
His intrinsic warbler bravery prompted him to approach the fearsome frog, the dragon-plant now withing reach. The frog opened his mouth and screamed. The hippo closed its eyes and began to hum The Star Spangled Banner, a strange power, revulsion perhaps, filled the air, causing poor Ernest to vibrate like a washing-machine. He continued to get louder, electrifying the unfortunate frog and causing the Hippo to falter. Instantly, Ernest leaped for his time-machine, grabbing some dragon-plant, and slamming the door behind him. He ed the destination time to "today" and held tightly onto a handle, with horror, as the machine informed him that "today" didn't exist.
"Oh No, I don't want tomorrow! I must've changed history with my muffins!!" moaned Ernest, as he patted dragon-plant in absent-minded despair. With a sigh, he decided that he would add a single day to the destination so he could warn himself not to change history. He pressed the yesterday button, and the Beatles song began to play. Returning to yesterday, he lay in bed wondering, "Why do lilac quesedillas taste like my muffins? And when will dragon-plant become available in stores? Not till Christmas of what year?

As he pondered,

Once there lived a worbler called Ernest who was known for his delicious purple bouillabaise. He also made grrrrrrreat muffins sadly, his muffins were not completely made of cabbages and a random Jullarrbait, but the best muffins were made by his mortal enemy!! Blarg the Incontinent. Blarg was a powerful king and ruled over the entire Universe. He had a weakness though. You see, Blarg was vulnerable to only the long extinct dragon-plant that Ernest knew intimately, so he decided that a time machine sounded delicious, and easily built one. He used it to travel back to the time when dragons kept beautiful gardens, and proceeded to search for some nubile young maidens. As he walked he heard a strange hissing coming from his foot.
'I thought I had fixed that puncture' thought Ernest, the only warbler with inflatable feet. He began to walk in circles, praying for rescue. Just as he gave up hope he saw a nubile young maiden carrying a pump action shotgun. "Oh Maiden," he cried, "Please blow my feet back up." She responded by pursing her full, pouty lips. "Here's the valve!" She bent down, and setting aside all female reservation pressed her mouth to his toe. Ernest started to warble as his worbler-sense tingled like a bad rash. His legs reinflated, Ernest kissed the Maiden's oddly-shaped ring and was transported into a dragon's belly shaped swimming pool in which there grew some dragon-plant. At last! He swam over to the looming dragon-plant, and took out a scythe. With a precipitous swing, he severed and pocketed some.
"WHO DARES TO ENTER MY POOL AND STEAL DRAGON-PLANT?" Roared a most scarey voice. Ernest looked about, terrified, only to see a huge hippopotamus, wearing a speaker.
'Who are you?', Cried Ernest, boldly. (Though he was swiftly loosing bladder-control.)
"Oh gross!" Said a nearby frog, who had pink bunny rabbit ears.
His intrinsic warbler bravery prompted him to approach the fearsome frog, the dragon-plant now withing reach. The frog opened his mouth and screamed. The hippo closed its eyes and began to hum The Star Spangled Banner, a strange power, revulsion perhaps, filled the air, causing poor Ernest to vibrate like a washing-machine. He continued to get louder, electrifying the unfortunate frog and causing the Hippo to falter. Instantly, Ernest leaped for his time-machine, grabbing some dragon-plant, and slamming the door behind him. He ed the destination time to "today" and held tightly onto a handle, with horror, as the machine informed him that "today" didn't exist.
"Oh No, I don't want tomorrow! I must've changed history with my muffins!!" moaned Ernest, as he patted dragon-plant in absent-minded despair. With a sigh, he decided that he would add a single day to the destination so he could warn himself not to change history. He pressed the yesterday button, and the Beatles song began to play. Returning to yesterday, he lay in bed wondering, "Why do lilac quesedillas taste like my muffins? And when will dragon-plant become available in stores? Not till Christmas of what year? As he pondered,

his new reality