A couple of centuries after the Techo Mountain Incident, the Islanders began to notice a definite change in the strange fruits that grew on Mystery Island. Sometimes, some fruits would just disappear, to be replaced by strange new ones. This had only just recently started happening, but the elders couldn't care less, saying, 'It's natural; you probably just ate them all,'.

They decided that they needed some kind of new festival to celebrate this strange change in their foods (or perhaps they were just bored). Running in large groups around the Island, a Techo and Kougra, followed by about a dozen of their friends each, collected the remainder of some disappearing fruits, which included TeaLeefs, Pango Chutes, Tigersquashes, and certain types of Juppies and stored them away in their huts.

When new fruits sprang from the trees, they gathered some of them (Tigerfruit, Bludberry, and Tigermelons) and presented them to the Elders. Holding up a TeaLeef in one hand and a Tigerfruit in the other, the brave Techo called, 'Look carefully, oh wise Island Mystic! The fruit I hold in my right hand (the TeaLeef) can no longer be found on this Island! Search the shops and trees as closely as you may, but you will find that they have all disappeared!'

'What!' shouted the Island Mystic in the same booming voice he had used during the Techo Mountain fiasco. 'You have stolen and eaten my people's foods?'

'No!' said the Kougra, grabbing a Tigerfruit and shoving it under the Mystic's nose. 'Can you not see? This fruit is new; it has replaced the old. We must have some kind of warning of this, every year!'

'Hmmm,' said Jhudiah, who had been lurking near the doorway. 'I have noticed this change too, though I have decided to be impassive. This has also happened last year, during this time: the Month of Running. Every third month of the year, the fruit trees must change their roots and start growing new fruits to replace the old!'

'But it's so iboring/i!' said the Tiki Tack Man, who had just walked in. 'All you do is celebrate fruit, the thing that gives us both water and food - big whoop! We should make it more special some how!'

'Leave that to us,' said the Techo, his eyes sparkling.

The Kougra joined his friend. 'We'll think of ways,' he said with a smirk.

In a matter of days, several booths had been set up near the northeast shore. They were extremely strange; there was a gigantic screen which had a bulging number of fruits in a large basket with a small trapdoor at the top. A fair way away a Neopet could stand in front of a counter with a bamboo joystick and lever. As the trapdoor opened, three fruits fell out, all perfectly arranged in a line. When they moved the joystick, a hidden string would move, enabling the Neopet to control the movement of the fruits, while the lever could change the way the fruits fell by using string also. Some of the fruits could manipulate the other fruits, and the objective was to control the fruits from stacking up so high that they reached the basket until they won the game.

The elders had a look at the game, and thought it was a brilliant idea. 'A very good job,' said the Techo Master to the Kougra, and he beamed.

The next week, the elders called all the Islanders towards Techo Mountain and told everyone, 'Let it be known that every year, during the beginning of this month and lasting till the very end, we will have Gadgadsgoben, a festival to celebrate the old fruits of our beloved island and the growth of the new ones!'

The Neopets all cheered, and as they did, several large baskets of preserved fruits from the year before came crashing down upon them all. Infuriated and covered with Tigersquash, everyone grabbed a Pango Chute and threw them as hard as they could towards another Neopet. Soon, the air was thick with flying food and young pets, and the elders stared impassively at the crowd that was roaring with joy and dismay. 'MY HAIR! NOTHING GETS OUT TIGERSQUASH!' rang out from all directions.

'There's nothing left to do now,' said the Tiki Tour Guide. 'Except join in!'