The Blob
Part IX
The pandemonium lasted a full half-hour. That's how long it took someone to call Biclops, have him rush over, and try to get things under control. After a few minutes of wrangling, Biclops managed to pry that hungry Wiggie off of Bigfoot's last remaining patch of hair. He also stopped Arvee in the parking lot and restrained the Doofi once more, handing their leashes back to Responsible Reggie. And to top it all off, the entire event was filmed on national television (though one particularly nasty bit with the Doofi had to be cut for mature themes).
City Hall lay in ruins, but at least no one was hurt. Well, okay, a lot of people were hurt, but nobody that we care about. In case you're wondering anyway, the Haha Men escorted them to the Hospital to have their bodies un-flattened.
"We judges all simultaneously agree on one thing." ChalkDad announced to the remaining crowd. He was a bit in a hysteric mood from all the excitement; definitely not the gentle, kind deli worker everyone was used to. "All of you people have psycho pets, and none of them deserve this handsome prize money."
"Blob caused no harm!" Blocky called out in vain.
Moe Squito, who was limping on his two undamaged feet (he dared not fly, for one of his wings had been mutilated in the Bigfoot incident), shook his head. "You didn't do anything to help! Now look at us all! How am I gonna perform at the Lava Lounge tonight?"
Biclops finally took a stand. He had just finished cleaning up the last bit of collapsed ceiling. "There's nothing else to see. The pet show is cancelled, and the prize money goes to no one. You can all go home now."
Blocky wasn't ready to give up. He threw himself on the ground, edging closer to Biclops, his primitive hands clasped together in a begging posture.
"Please!" He pleaded. "I must feed my blob! It is hungry and it demands food!"
A nameless member of the crowd answered instead. "How many times do we have to tell you? It's just a spineless, emotionless, stupid little blob! You're better off without it!"
Maybe that nameless member of the crowd was right.
Blocky glanced down at Blob. People had been trying to demote the loyalties of his beloved pet all day. Even now, Blob looked uncompassionate and uncaring, tending to its minor bodily wounds in silence.
"Blob…" Blocky began, his eyes already filled to the brim with tears just waiting to fall. "I… I'm sorry, but… I'm not sure that I should keep you anymore."
Blob remained impassive. It was probably ignoring him.
"Please don't cry!" Blocky pleaded. "It's going to be very hard for both of us. I just don't think I make a very good pet owner. I don't even have any money."
Snap started to pay a little attention to the scene at hand. "Blocky, are you sure you really want to do this?"
"I have to. It's… for the better…" Blocky nearly choked on his own tears. "And… he deserves someone better, anyway. I can't feed him."
"Hey, don't give up yet! We can go find some food. This doesn't have to be the end for you and Blob." Snap really is experiencing an unlikely change of heart, but I needed someone to support Blocky in his time of need.
"Yes… it does."
And with that, Blocky closed his eyes, mourning bitterly to himself, and walked away.
Snap, with renewed vigor, headed back over to Biclops. He had a bone to pick with the giant. "Hey, Biclops!"
The chalk mine's guardian was obviously not in the best of moods. Rolling his eyes, he turned to Snap with a blatant lack of interest. "Whaaaat is it, Snap?"
"Blocky and Blob didn't do anything to ruin the pet show. They've been looking forward to this for… uh… well, just a few hours, actually, but… all they did was stand there! They didn't cause any mayhem! They deserve to win. And anyways, Blocky needs the prize money to feed his pet!"
Biclops sighed. "What do you want me to do about it? It's the judge's decision. And they've already cast their final vote."
Snap's face fell, exasperated. His posture slumped as he tried to repress his frustration. Musty hopped on his shoulder, trying to assure him.
"I tried."
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One more chapter remains. Wh00t.