The Blob

Part IV

The sounds of sobbing wracked the alley and haunted the air for miles around. Blocky wept. Fly's words had hurt him. Blob was not just a blob! He was more than that... He was... a pet. A friend.

The blob in question sat beside Blocky, quite impassively, for it was a mere blob and simplistic it was. It paid no mind to its troubled master.

As Blocky mourned, a stupid and quite familiar voice cut through the air...

"Duh... Hey mister! You sound troubled!!"

"Rudy?" Blocky whimpered, glancing upwards. It sounded a lot like Rudy- but as Blocky's eyes fell upon the origin of the voice, he realized it was just a crude caricature of the Great Creator. We know him as 'Doofus Rudy'.

"Can I use my wondertastic magic chalk to help you?!" Doofus Rudy asked, waving his stick of chalk in the air.

Blocky shook his head. Well, his body, because his body is also his head. "Not unless you can change the past."

Doofus Rudy stood there, dimly. He was unable to comprehend Blocky's response.

"Daahh... Haha... Your body is funny." He snorted, pointing to Blocky's rectangular green form.

"Who are you?" Blocky inquired curiously, backing away from the stupid Rudy cautiously.

"I 'yam Doofus Rudy! I think I am a great artiste, but I'm really just a doofus!"

Blob, finally reacting to the environment around it, slithered along the ground until it was inches away from Doofus Rudy. Blob opened its mouth big and wide. In one swift movement, it DEVOURED Doofus Rudy WHOLE!!!

"Wheeeeeee!" The artistic wanna-be cried as he slid down Blob's gullet.

"Aaah!" Blocky cried simultaneously. "Blobby! You shouldn't eat people you don't even know!" He ran towards the now-Doofus Rudy-shaped Blob and attempted the Heimlich on its middle. Of course, this was unnecessary, for Blob would have coughed up the idiotic version of Rudy anyway. He tasted funny.

Blob heaved, and in a few short seconds, Doofus Rudy was out of its stomach, lying on the ground in a puddle of ooze and grinning as if nothing had ever happened. He was staring up at the sun, magic chalk in hand.

"Hey... There's a bright light in my eyes!" He pointed out, suddenly alert, as the rays from the sun were damaging his ability to see. I'm not sure how, because the sun and its rays were made from chalk.

Blocky released his hold on Blob's middle, relieved that this strange boy was alright (although he did seem quite annoying). And - he wondered casually - where exactly did the strange rendition of Rudy come from anyway?

As if on cue, Doofus Penny (who had a leash fastened to a collar around her neck) came walking around the corner. Holding the leash was a huge chalk-version of Rudy and Penny's real world bully, Reggie Bullnerd. His own caricature was dubbed 'Responsible Reggie'. Responsible Reggie held a second leash as well, but the collar dragged along the ground, having no one inside of it.

"You Doofus!" Reggie scolded, as he gripped Doofus Rudy by one poorly-drawn foot and held him up in the air. "Get back in your leash! We have to get back to ChalkZone City Hall for the Pet Show!" He fit the Doofus Rudy back into his tight collar.

"Wait!" It was Blocky, cradling the uptight Blob within his arms. "You guys are in the pet show?"

"Of course. And we're going to win." Responsible Reggie boasted. 

Blocky shot Blob a terrified look. He waited until Responsible Reggie and his two 'pets' were out of sight, and then spoke to it.

"Oh no!" Blocky exclaimed, clutching Blob worriedly. "They're in the competition! We'll lose for sure!"

An irritable Blob slithered out of Blocky's embrace. Sure, it wanted to win the competition just as much as Blocky did... the sooner they won the prize money, the sooner they could buy something to eat. But it was hungry, very hungry, and it didn't know if it could wait...