The Blob

A/N: I'm going to take this time to thank my one *cough* faithful reviewer, Spice of Life (aka. DramaQueen, as I knew even before you told me xD) I didn't think ANYONE would actually read this, so that's satisfactory. Tankyoo!

Part VIII

They say everyone has their fifteen minutes of fame. For Blocky and Blob, it was more like twenty seconds. But during those twenty seconds spent walking down the aisle, with hundreds of eyes upon them, they both (with the probable exception of Blob) felt as if suddenly they were kings of the world. The other pets brought into the show failed to earn half as many awkward glances at Blocky's blob. Audience and judges alike turned to their neighbor in confusion, quite unsure of what it was exactly that Blocky claimed to own.

"Is that a wad of Play-Doh?" One Zoner asked his friend.

"Looks more like a glob of mashed potatoes." His equally baffled friend responded.

Even the Haha Men were stumped. The trio of singers whispered among themselves in a strange combination of queasiness and amusement.

"This is my blob. He should probably have a name, but I just call him Blob." Blocky announced to his viewers. "I've only owned him a few hours, but he's already the best friend any Zoner could have!"

The judges were impressed by Blob's blobbiness, but the entire purpose of the show had been to award Zoners and their lifelong friends for the frequently-strengthening bonds between one another, not so poorly-drawn green boxes could just pick random blobs off the street and drag them along to pet shows for the fun of it. Little did they know Blocky WASN'T just doing it for fun. As I've often said, they needed to win the pet show to get money so they could buy food. Blob was very hungry.

The anonymous commentator spoke up. "Well, ladies and germs, there you have it... the contestants and a brief description of their pets. For the final decision, we'll need every contestant to line up by the judges' table so our judges can give the pets one last look-over."

Assuming this was the cue to get off-stage, Blocky gathered Blob in his arms and did as his intuition instructed him. He retreated into the curtains.

"Contestant number one, please stand on the little red X by the judges' table. Contestants 2-7, line up behind him." Commentator blared.

That unnamed walrus and Arvee did as told, and the other competitors followed his lead. Blocky and Blob were sure to trail closely behind Snap and Musty so as not to miss their entrance. They were out on-stage again, for all to see, with many curious Zoners watching their every move.

It was the calm part of the competition. They were instructed just to stand there as they were looked over.

But it quickly turned to mayhem when a few of the pets got very destructive ideas...

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Four minutes after being left on that dreadful cliffie, we re-join the contestants in a very different state. There is mass panic ensuing. That random Wiggie had caught sight of Musty, and the two were giving chase all across the floors of City Hall. Snap trailed after Musty anxiously, worried on his mustache's behalf.

As if that wasn't enough, the Doofi had curiously crawled into Arvee, and had recklessly driven him out into City Hall's Parking Lot.

And just when you thought things couldn't get any crazier, every other pet that had entered the show decided to join the party. Rebellious pets and their angry owners were on a wild goose chase throughout the panicking audience, and all around Zoners are trying to hide (though they dare not try and drive away, for the Doofi are loose in the parking lot).

Blocky and Blob seemed to be the only two following directions and standing in one place, obediently waiting for the final vote to be cast.

Mere minutes after all of heck broke loose... uh, well, even MORE of heck broke loose. The Wiggie, instead of chasing Musty, had fastened itself to the head of a very hairy audience member. This audience member happened to be an enormous and very powerful caricature of Bigfoot, who, in a state of panic, was knocking over walls and tipping things over and crushing less fortunate Zoners beneath his feet.

Burning the eyes of many young children watching the event on national television, the Doofi had unwittingly started to make out in Arvee. Arvee himself, a very naive car, was permanently scarred for life. His frantic screams were heard for miles around as he tried to get the stupid kids out of his interior.

And as City Hall was being destroyed, and its many fragments fell to the ground, Blocky had only one thing to say:

"Wow, Blob! Do you think we'll win, now?"

Blob couldn't answer. Well, duh, after all, it is incapable of speech. But even had Blob been created with that particular trait, it would not have been able to speak at the time, for it was too busy devouring a stray piece of City Hall ceiling that had fallen to the floor. Mmm, now that's good eatin'!