It was your average friday afternoon in Toontown, people were either out playing golf, or partying. But not me. I was busy working on my next novel, writing was a passion that I often got mocked for, but there was no greater feeling once pen hit paper and the ideas started flowing.
Who am I? Good Question.
I am a short red pig called Emboar- but I worked under the pen-name of Wispa Pedalboing. A rather stupid name in hindsight, but it was mine.
I was sitting down in my plush apartment on Pajama Place, just next to where Cashbot HQ used to be, but it's now a memorial for the toons who died whilst fighting the horrifying chairman, unfortunately, the other old HQ's are used for more commercial purposes.
Wanna hear an interesting fact? The apartment next to mine, is where Goofy died after his gag business went down the plughole- there was no need for gags anymore. His non-profitable speedway is now run by a monkey called Porter, an old yet lovely fella.
So, back on topic. I was writing down the third chapter for my novel called "Doodle Storm", I cannot yet disclose any details about the plot, when news broke on the internet that a Flunky had been spotted. Meaning that cogs could be back in production. How? The Chairman was gone!
This shouldn't have been a huge problem, it was a flunky. but over the years, we had stopped looking after our laff point amounts, meaning it had slowly decreased, and gags had been burnt as a form of energy production - why not? We didn't need them.
The irony in a Flunky bringing an entire world to a stop is brilliant, but this, could mean the end.
The chapter's will get longer - I'm just trying to set the scene.