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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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. 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. In

-stantly, Ernest leaped

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

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