Four Corners of the Earth: A Grojband Story

by MLGhungrydew

After the cataclysmic events of "Six Strings of Evil." Grojband has fallen off the dam and into the flooded city. Their only intern, Reggie, had to watch in anguish as his friends were washed away, along with his happiness and job. But when the fist of opportunity knocks, he must travel the globe to find his friends on a grand adventure. Now complete!

5. A Friendly Fondue

We begin the second act of the story with Reggie on the plane, as Switzerland is drawing nearer. Reggie is in for a hard night though, as you will see!

I was sleeping on a reclined airport seat, in a very peaceful manner. However, I was awoken by a fat guy next to me snoring like a tuba. On my right, a toddler was watching Dora at full blast at 11:00 PM. "Agh, turn that off!" I groaned quietly. The toddler started screaming "REEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!", and it woke up the entire plane, including the fat guy, who farted in fear. "I'm gonna puke!" A random guy said. I looked out the window, and saw the Swiss Alps. "We will be arriving in St. Moritz in 30 minutes." A flight attendant said. I took a look at the GrojTracker. "Great, he's in the Alps." I thought.

After 12 hours of screaming toddlers and farting blobs, I arrived at the St. Moritz airport. "Time for my mountain voyage." I thought as I went to the baggage claim, but I couldn't find my suitcase ! I asked a staff member where it was. "Ihr Koffer ist hinter dir." The staff member replied. "Come again?" I asked. "Ihr Koffer ist hinter dir!" The woman said again. It took a while until I realized the worker was saying my bag was right behind me. I got off the airport and took a bus to the Alps.

I stepped on the snow, and looked up the mountain range. "That mountain is 15,000 feet." The bus driver said. "Never tell me the odds!" I joked, as I began my climb. The cold wind howled past the pastures. "I'm starving..." I shivered, when I saw a fondue hut, and at the high height of 2,500 feet. I went inside for a tasty snack. "May I take your order?" A blue haired waiter asked. "Eh, sure. I'll have an American...Er...Swiss cheese fondue with crackers." I mumbled. "Coming right up." The waiter said. That waiter looked very familiar. Then it dawned upon me. "Wait, I'm pretty sure that was Corey!" I exclaimed. "Would you like anything else, sir?" Corey asked. "Corey, is that you?" I asked. "Reg? What brings you to Switzerland?" Corey asked. "I'm looking for you!" I said. "Huh, I wonder how you-" Corey asked when I cut him off. "I'll tell you later. We gotta go!" I exclaimed. We walked outside the fondue hut when Corey tripped and knocked over a row of snowmobiles. "HEY! YOU BETTER PAY FOR THAT!" A Snow-biker said. "We gotta run!" Corey said. We grabbed a wooden sled and rode down the mountain. Five snowbikers rode after us while firing pistols. "I thought this country didn't participate in wars!" I yelled. Suddenly, we went up a wooden ramp that launched us 20 feet into the air. "Why is this happening to me!" I complained. We crashed into a grassy pasture next to a bunch of goats. "I can't feel my arms.." Corey groaned. The snowbikers were still on the snow, giving us death stares. "We can't chase them, they're on grass!" The main snowmaker said. "Why don't we walk?" Another one asked.

Later back at the airport...

"Great, we escaped the snowbikers! Can we go home now?" Corey asked. "We have to go to Tokyo first." I replied. "Wait, why are we going to Tokyo?" Corey asked. "To find Kin." I said as we boarded the flight to Tokyo.