There everybody was, sitting on the various sized cots and murmuring about me and Dave in worried and hustled speech. When they saw us, for the first time in as long as I had known him, Alabaster’s jaw dropped and his eyes opened wide. Weasel paid no attention- he was still trying to open the pickle jar.
“I have no idea,” it replied. “I have a better idea of how I got here, and like I’ve already said, I’ve had a complete memory wipe of anything that happened before my mutations. But I can tell you about the mutation process, if that will satisfy you.
When I awoke, Kaptain Kronk was still babbling on about his favorite childhood pet. There appears to be no stopping him. I guess this is how he tortured his captives, by pelting them aimlessly with an endless hail of words. He slithered, crackled, fuzzed, and popped over to my seeds and unwrapped the grapnels while [...]
“Yes, the Mayfly is a spaceship, yes you are going to be kept in a prison cell, no you aren’t going to have your own personal buffet table,” and on and on. When he finally stopped rattling off the things he assumed I would ask, he started to talk about all the “inside facts” that you probably didn’t know about the famous Kaptain Kronk. For example, “I used to live in a fish bowl. Before that I was the captain of a submarine. Even before that, I was an egg. I bet you didn’t know that, did you?”
Two things happened after I woke up that morning. The first thing was the lights went on with a blinding flash. The second thing was that when I went into the control room to look for Alabaster, I found that all of the ejection seats had been activated.
I told Plittereeg about the ejection seats. He [...]
Weasel started to follow but I explained to him that it was a maze, not just a hall. He pretended to understand and then shot out after Dave through the maze of corridors. The last thing we heard from him was, “I’ve had plenty of practice with mazes.”
“This,” proclaimed Dave, “is the great flying pickle jar!”
“And my friends are inside of it?” I asked suspiciously.
“I think so,” said Dave.
“Well, okay then, let’s go inside- Wait a minute- did you say ‘the great flying pickle jar’?”
“Yes indeed,” gushed Dave. “I came up with it myself.”
“Oooookay,” I responded in a dubious tone.
Dave slithered [...]