Okay. Okay, let's see here. One part, beetle part, one part, candle paste, and two

pinches of sneak our powder. Oh, well, how much is a pinch? Ah, I'll just eyeball it.

And blend.

Okay, Mozy. The appropriate flag-narr's day decorations have been set up in the

Halloween room. Were you able to get the moon of fantabula on on top of the

flag-narr tree? Yes, Mozy, of course. How is the new flag-narr's day feast

coming along? It's almost done. Okay. What else needs to get done? We still need to

send out our hollow greetings for sleep-narr's day and proxy-ultima, Mozy. Yeah, why

do they put all of these holidays at the same time of year? I'm so stressed out. Oh

no. What is it, Mozy? Oh no. What? It's the flugant berry sauce flip. What about the

flugant berry sauce? We haven't got any. We can't have flag-narr's day without any

flugant berry sauce. You think I don't know that flip? I've been so busy with the

glicks-narr rolls and the mash-swamp naps and the Brussels sprouts that it must have

slipped my mind. Well, what are you waiting for, Mozy? Let's go. Go where? To earth. They're

bound to have some version of flugant berry sauce down there. Good thinking, Flip. Let me

just set this up to self-blend and okay, let's go save flugant berry's day.

Riding through the solar system, our spaceship get a rock. We crash down on the nearest

planet and waiting for a dope drop. It would only take 3,000 years so we thought we

look around and learn about this planet from the creatures that we found. And when they

speak, they always sing. So we learn from all the animals how to be under the

sun. Perhaps we should set a course for that bright, highly lit patch of land over

there. It appears to be highly inhabited. Great idea, Flip. Set a course for that bright,

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