The Blob

Part VI

The interior of City Hall looked as if it'd been completely redesigned specifically for the occasion. The judge's table sat some fifty yards away, upon a small podium. The judges themselves, however, appeared to be chosen at random: The Haha Men occupied the first three seats, Moe Squito* had his own tiny chair upon the judges' table, and the final judge, ChalkDad, stood around... sweeping. He suffers from Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, the undying urge to tidy up excessively.  There was no 'mayor' of ChalkZone... Therefore, there was no big important speech held. The show just... began.

"Six." Snap held up his number card for Blocky to see. "There are only seven entries, too. What number are you?"

"Seven!" Blocky replied, brightly. "They were just saving the best for last!"

It was loud. It was very, very loud inside City Hall. Blob noticed the volume inside the building and immediately started to growl. It was losing all of its patience, all of its tolerance...

The commentator's voice blared from an unknown source. "First up, number one... The amazing, singing car, Arvee!"

That unnamed walrus came walking out from behind the stage, where the other contestants were. Arvee rolled along at his side, humming his trademark 'Vacation' song, although he had been strictly ordered not to sing.

Blob's gooey, versatile form started to clutch into little bunches as it tried to block out the horrible sound.

"Wow! Folks, would you look at the shine on those windshields! This hot rod certainly knows his car washes!"

Arvee struggled not to sing his thanks. It was very difficult, however; his creator had envisioned him as the car who could (and would, at any given interval) sing, and it was like his speaking voice. This alleged creator had probably been playing one too many Putt-Putt games**.

 "Thank you! Thaaank you! Thank yooouuuuu!" Arvee vocalized, starting off low, and ending on a high and very out-of-tune note. A few glass windows shattered. The audience gave a visible cringe, and the walrus slapped his forehead, enraged.

Meanwhile, behind the curtain, the other contestants were starting to feel their confidence returning. Except for Blocky and Snap, of course, for they were already quite confident to begin with. So preoccupied with winning, they were, that they overlooked one minor detail: The frequent roars of Blob's stomach.

"Roar! Roar!" Roared the stomach of the blob.

Blocky and Snap ignored Blob's little spasms, and instead, turned their full attention to the second contestants, who was just starting to make their way up to the stage.

"Next up, Responsible Reggie and his... uh..." There was the sound of fumbling over the mic. "Doof... eh? Doof-ey? Doof... what? Is this a real word?" The microphone screeched, muffling out all sound on the commentator's behalf. "Huh? Oh, yes, Doofi. Plural of doofus."

Responsible Reggie proudly made his way down the aisle, dragging a very disgruntled Doofus Rudy and a very fascinated Doofus Penny behind him.

"Oooooh-wee! We're at a fashion show!" Doofus Penny concluded.

"D'oh... Looks more like a grocery store!" Doofus Rudy disagreed. He was looking straight at a large, animate carrot in the audience.

Snap chuckled as he watched the judges shoot each other funny looks. "Ah-hah! Look at them! They're toast! Musty, that handsome prize money is as good as ours!" He patted his mustache, which sat on his hand quietly.

Blob, on the other hand, tried to ignore Blocky's little pep talk as it attempted to catch some shut-eye to block out the hunger. "Now, remember, Blob!" Its master was saying. "The other competitors may be pushovers but we shouldn't slack off! Now, when we walk down the runway... it should go something like..."

Blob's form went limp. It was out like a light.

*Moe Squito was the little singing bug dude from "Insect Aside". Completely off-topic, but he looked as if he would fit in an old Mickey Mouse cartoon. Already had the gloves...

**I don't know if anyone's heard of that accursed purple car, Putt-Putt. My god. He has a little face, and this long metal arm-thingy that comes out of his middle... My sister has one of his video games. Eegad.