Chapter 5: Unpretzification
Stan had a rough night with Pretzel. From what it sounded like, Pretzel stole the bed and made Stan sleep on the floor.
"Pillow fight!" Pretzel had yelled. Stan cowered under the bed. Pretzel found him a moment later. "Piggy back!" He had screamed, and leapt onto Stan's back. Stan shook him off and screamed.
"Now you listen here! This is my room and we go by my rules!" The hams heard Stan shout.
"No!" Pretzel yelled.
"Yes!" Stan shouted. They went on with this for about an hour. Finally, Stan snapped. His eyes began to twitch, his tail jerked upward, and he let out a stream of slightly eerie laughter. That was the last the hams had heard of Stan that night. Now as morning approached, the only thing to do was to check for lasting damage. The hams crept out of bed and snuck up to Stan's door. They held a net, just to be safe. Just as they were about to break down the door, Stan and Pretzel erupted. Both seemed to be coated is tooth paste.
"I'm Pretzel!" Pretzel called.
"I'm Stan!" Stan sang.
"And together we're…" They yelled together "Best friends forever!" They began skipping around the room yelling "I like blueberry pie!"
"Well, Panda, you can mend a broken bottle, you can cure a lovesick Pretzel, but can you unpretzify a Stan?" Cappy asked Panda. Panda retreated into his room, muttering something about needing supplies… and staples.
"You're pretty I like you." Stan said to Pashmina. Pashmina blushed, but when she realized he was saying that because he was crazy, she sighed and moved on. Pretzel was still drooling over Penelope, but this time it was because she clutched a seed on rye sandwich. Penelope handed it over, seeing it had drool stains all over it. Bijou set up a play pen for them, knowing they'd be lucky to get out.
"We'll never get outta this!" Stan yelled.
"Let's see if it's easier to open from the outside." Pretzel muttered. He and Stan unlatched the door and examined it from the outside.
"Nope, it's unbreakable." Stan confirmed. They crawled back into the pen.
"Morons." Muttered Dexter and Howdy together. Panda reentered the room, holding a large bag of tools and a clipboard. He took out a measuring tape and measured Stan and Pretzel. He scribbled something down onto the paper. He tested their reflexes and recorded that too. He did several more tests, including something with a tuna sandwich, at witch Pretzel turned up his nose, but Stan gratefully took a bite. Panda wrote an analysis and releases the hams from the pen. They scurried over to Bijou; each took a pigtail, and pulled. Bijou screamed.
"Sit still or we'll never get the juice out!" Stan said to her. Bijou leapt out of the way and promptly restored her pigtails to normal.
"Cappy, I drew you a pretty picture, I know it's in here somewhere." Pretzel muttered. He reached into his ear and pulled out a piano, a shovel, a goldfish, half a steak, a sticky bun and finally, a tightly furled scrap of paper. He handed it to Cappy.
"Please tell me you have a cure!" Cappy murmured to Panda.
"I do, but I warn you, it's a dreadfully long and painful process. There's no guarantee of Stan ever returning. It's a risky and dangerous operation." Panda walked over to Stan (who was sniffing Snoozer) and whacked him over the head with a big stick. Stan instantly returned to normal.
"What'd ya do that for?" he muttered, rubbing his head.
"For a friend in need." Panda responded. And with that, he led the hams out of the room.
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