"C'mon Roger, just stay still!! It's not gonna hurt if you just stay still!"

Roger whined like a kid. "But Glinda!! You know I hate needles!!"

"Of course, that's why you spent so many years shooting yourself up with pixie-stix powder," huffed Glinda. She injected Roger in the nose with some pink, glittery liquid, then removed the needle and patched the wound with a little piece of cotton candy. Roger, Jeff and Rob looked at it with fascination.

"No, Roger. Don't even try. That's for your wound," Glinda warned. She packed up her little magical First-Aid kit, and went to the kitchen to look after the chocolate pot-roast. Suddenly, Anthony came out of the bathroom dressed in the same polka-dotted suit from the prequel Far Far Away (Please go read it, it's a real hoot!!).

"Hello everyone!! How do you like our wonderful new two-storey Spanish colonial??" he asked in that same annoying, crazy, crack-addicted voice. Roger, Jeff, Frodo and Rob all rolled their eyes.

"Yes, it's lovely," said Jeff, playing with the bulb in the table lamp, even though he could get fried just like his evil, deceased twin brother Jordan. Roger, Frodo and Rob also agreed.

"Okay!! Dinner's ready folks!!!" said Glinda cheerily. Out of the kitchen she came, dressed in a pink apron, carrying a giant pot of chocolate pot-roast. Anthony helped her carry the slug salad and roast toadstools to the table.

"Ohh Yummy!!" said Roger, excitedly eyeing the unusual meal on the table. His friends all took their places at the table and enjoyed the meal too. The rest of the meal was spent in small, pleasurable chatter.


At the end of dinner, Roger was very pleased to find out that his nose was back to its normal size. But the problem was, it was now brown in colour. Roger shrugged. At least it was a normal size again. Just as Glinda and Anthony cleared the dishes from the table, Roger suddenly noticed a little crushed piece of paper falling out of Glinda's pocket and landing on the floor. I wonder what that is, he thought. He first made sure that Glinda and Anthony were distracted with their heavy makeout session in the kitchen, then hid in the bathroom while Rob, Frodo and Jeff ass sat on the couches with their pants open (even though potatoes can't really wear pants). He opened up the paper and suddenly, his heart swelled with joy when he read what was on it.

"Oh thank God!! I have some a clue!! At last!! Some hope of finding Mark!!" he whispered to himself. He read the note again. It read:

My darling Roger,

My heart yearns for that sweet day,

When you will find me.

-Love, Your Mark

His heart pounded heavily in his chest, his tail wagged non-stop with joy and his hair stood on its ends in anticipation of how he was going to begin his search for his secret lover. Suddenly he heard a knock on the door, followed by a voice which said:

"Open up!! This is the FFABI!!"


There guys!! Sorry this chapter is so short and not funny. I promise the next one will be better.