The Blob
Part V
Blocky had never gone to ChalkZone City Hall before. Sure, important town meetings were called there occasionally, but Blocky had always avoided them. Unfortunately, this little detail came back to haunt him as he tried to reach City Hall in time for the pet show. He got lost several times along the way.
Blob wasn't much help. It lay in Blocky's arms, emotionlessly, never making a sound.
"Do you know the way, Blob? I think we're lost." Blocky huffed, as ran aimlessly among the streets.
Blob did not respond. It was too busy trying to cope with its own hunger.
Blocky, desperate for directions, ran up to the first Zoner he could find (in this case, Bathtub Granny) and tapped her on the shoulder. "Excuse me, do you know the way to City Hall?"
The wrinkled old lady in the tub gave Blocky an almost disbelieving look. Usually, after four years (for that was the entirety of Blocky's existence), one learns of where such important locations are.
"Just down the street, kid."
The quadrilateral's eyes traveled to the direction in which Bathtub Granny pointed. Indeed, a large sign reading 'City Hall' stood. How could he have missed that?
"Thanks!"
Satisfied, Blocky gripped Blob tighter as he ran down the street, where the ChalkZone City Capitol building could be seen peering out over the tops of several trees. As they approached the site, other Zoners and their pets could be seen gathered around the sign-in table. Among the crowd were Snap and Musty, Responsible Reggie and the Doofi, and the unnamed walrus with Arvee the singing car. One Zoner even had a Wiggie, which clung to its master's head.
"The competition looks fierce!" Blocky noted. He glanced down at Blob. Did they really have a chance...? He shook his head, quickly. Of course they did! They were practically shoe-ins! After all, none of the other Zoners had pets that were quite as blobby as that of Blocky's.
"Hey, Blocky! Didn't expect to see you he-" It was Snap, who had approached them while Blocky had been thinking. But he stopped in mid-sentence, because he had noticed that his green friend was still holding the blob. "Oh, great. You still have that thing?"
"Of course!"
Snap rolled his eyes. Musty was perched on his shoulder, making a strange, almost-purring kind of noise. The mustache looked neatly combed and trimmed, and its tips were curled ever-so-slightly. "Wait a minute... You're not thinking about entering that... blob in the contest, are you?"
Blocky raised a brow. "What if I am?"
"Because Musty and I are gonna win, that's why!" Snap retorted, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I mean, look at him! Just got back from a hair appointment, and look how well-groomed he is! Whereas, your blob..." Snap let that sentence hang.
"What about my blob?"
"There's no way some random gelatinous mess is going to beat my Musty. Can your blob even DO anything... you know, besides bark at me?"
Blocky casually glanced down at the blob in his arms. Blob took a casual 'glance' at Snap (although it had no facial features), but other than that, merely ignored him.
"Oh man, Blocky, I'd quit now while there's still a chance. Save yourself the embarrassment."
Snap's green friend looked angry. "Hey! My Blob is just as good as your Musty! Sure, I don't know what he can do yet... But..."
Blob was gradually becoming more and more hungry. It hissed once again, this time in a significantly more urgent way. Blob's gelatinous form started to become unruly, restless, and quite twitchy.
"Hey, look! He's doing something!" Blocky cried, thrilled.
Snap nodded, although a great deal less enthusiastic. "So he is. Say, Blocky, I think the show's about to start. I see the other contestants starting to enter City Hall. Come on!"
The little blue drawing made his way to the front doors of the building, his hairy pet in tow, while Blocky and his very hungry blob followed suite.