*Jay Looks at all the reviews that people left for him the week he was absent, with him being concerned about them. Then he sees what Julayla says about "Tofficore," and cringes.
Jay: Okay, confession time. I actually couldn't finish the second half of the Goblin Dog story and wanted an extra week to get on it, which makes it awkward when I say that I just decided to split the second half in half again. Three parts, this is now in three parts. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go get ready for some stuff.
"WHY IS THIS TAKING SO LONG!?" Comet cried out in a state of boredom-induced agony, much to the annoyance of the people around him.
"THIS HAS GOT TO BE A NEW LEVEL OF TORTURE!" MC joined in, making everyone around them let out audible groans.
"Hey buddy, you mind keeping it down back there?" someone a few spaces in front of them said in response. "In case you haven't noticed, we're all in the same boat as you," the person said as they poked their head out of the crowd, revealing themselves to be a talking koala dressed in battle armor and surrounded by men in black suits.
"Yeah, kid," another person in line, this time some blue amphibian as tall as Buff Frog, but with a beard and vaguely Australian-styled hat, commented. "Complaining about our current situation isn't going to make things any better for you, and at best, all you'll do is make everyone around you more miserable in the process."
"I'm sorry, but did we ask any of you to provide commentary?" MC rudely shot back. "No? Then why don't you keep your mouths shut, okay? We have been waiting in line for hours now, and the line has barely moved an inch," the floating unicorn head cried out in frustration.
"I don't think I've ever felt this bored in all my life, MC! And I've had to sit through lectured by my Dad and relatives!" Comet added on, which only made the people around them even more irritated.
Fortunately, before things could escalate even further, a sudden spray of water met the two teenagers' faces, catching them off guard and drenching their heads.
"Comet, MC, stop bothering all these people!" Marcia said as she walked over to the two boys, a spray bottle in one hand, a book in the other, and an annoyed look on her face.
"Marcia, what the heck?"
"I'm sorry, but did you just spray me, Earth Turd?"
"Yes, and I will continue to do so until you two shut up and stop annoying everyone," Marcia replied in a tone that sounded more like a parent scolding her child than one would a friend. "Now come over here and join the rest of us already while we wait this whole thing out," Marcia told them before gesturing to the spot in line where the rest of the group was currently sitting, doing various activities to pass the time.
"Yeah, whatever," MC grumbled before floating over to where the others were while Comet wisely decided not to say anything. He could be crazy and reckless, but he usually knew better than to argue with Marcia when she was mad.
When the two boys got to where their compatriots were sitting, they were reminded that Marcia had brought various supplies with them when they came to this dimension. It would seem that Marcia, Jackson, Karla, and even Killian had made good use of them, too. Several opened bags of snack items lay in a pile on the ground, their contents long since consumed. Jackson was in the middle of playing a game on the Nintendo Switch Marcia had brought with her and seemed to be doing a good job at it. Karla was strumming on her ax-bass guitar while also looking over what appeared to be musical instructions on her phone. As for Killian, he used Marcia's charging phone to watch professional wrestling.
As Marcia led the two boys back to their spot, their friends noticed that they were approaching and waved to them. "Hey, guys. You done complaining yet," Killian snarked as his old buddies joined him.
"You too, Killian?" Comet asked as he slumped down onto the ground. "I thought that you'd be as frustrated about this as we are."
"Not really," Killian shrugged. "Thanks to your friend, we've got plenty of stuff to do to keep us occupied until the line starts moving, and we don't have to go hungry either, thanks to all the snacks."
Comet and MC's stomachs let out an audible growl at the mention of snacks, much to the latter's embarrassment. "Uh, Killian? You, uh, wouldn't mind sharing some of those snacks with your old pal, now would you?" MC nervously asked while putting on a grin that seemed way too forced to be real.
"Sorry, floating unicorn head," Karla said as she looked up from her guitar, "But we pretty much ate them all already."
"What?!" MC shouted in frustration. "How could you guys go through all of them?"
"We just did," Jackson said, not even looking up from the Switch he had in his hands. "Maybe you guys shouldn't have skipped out on packing food and stuff before coming here."
"Um, hello? That defeats the whole point of getting a Goblin Dog, dude," MC defensively said. "Besides, it's not my fault that this line's only moved like ten feet since we got here."
"True," Marcia told him as she sat down on the ground. "But it is your fault for not taking the time to prepare for what was going to be an incredibly long wait. And now, you're facing the consequences of your lack of forethought," she told Comet's other bestie while playfully sticking her tongue out, which only served to aggravate MC even more.
"Why you...ain't no one going to lecture me about the consequences of my actions!" MC growled. Before he could do anything else, though, Comet gestured for him to stand down.
"MC, don't. Marcia was right to come prepared for this," Comet admitted as he lay on his back and began to look at the clouds in the sky. "Speaking of which, Marcy, why did you have all this stuff prepared in the first place?"
"Two words, Comet: personal experience," Marcia stated. After taking the others staring at her as an invitation to further detail, the Diaz girl began to speak once more. "Over the years, Alfonso and Ferguson have ended up dragging me to a bunch of comic book and anime conventions, and I learned a few things from them. First, avoid paying for food if you can, because the lines are stupidly long and the food's often overpriced. Second, if you're going to have to wait in line for anything significant, you make sure you pack things in advance to prevent any boredom or discomfort."
"That's smart," Killian said, complimenting the girl. "When you're about to go into battle, you should make sure you have some idea of what you're getting yourself into and plan accordingly."
"I'd expect nothing less from you, Marcia. You're probably one of the smartest people I know," Jackson said, making Marcia blush a little bit from the compliment before quickly getting herself under control. The last thing she needed was for someone like MC to mock her for her crush!
MC, though, didn't seem to notice or care about any of this. He just went back to doing what he'd been doing before: complaining.
"I don't care about any of that junk, though, and I don't wanna have to sit around and do whatever it is you're doing. I just want to have a Goblin Dog, and I want it now!" MC whined in an incredibly bratty tone that only served to get on the rest of the group's nerves.
"All right, MC," Marcia said as she stood up. "I'll make this simple for you so that you can understand: either suck this up like the rest of us and keep waiting, or you can decide that getting a Goblin Dog isn't worth it and just head home."
The moment those words came out of Marcia's mouth, everyone in line around reacted in complete and utter shock at what they heard. MC let out a very loud, very audible gasp at this.
"Girl, do you even know what you are saying? This isn't just some run-of-the-mill hot dog that you can buy at a store. It's a Goblin Dog!"
"That's right!" the koala man. "Some of the people here would kill for the chance to try one. And I've got half a mind to try and do the same for you if you keep talking like that," the Koala said while brandishing an axe.
"Now you listen here, young lady," another person standing behind said, this time a short, elderly woman in a pink dress, black round glasses, and a notably square face like that of a bird. "I've traveled a long way to find this Truck just so that I can have a taste of one of those Goblin Dogs. I've been waiting in line for months for this; I even had to eat my leg off to keep from starving to death !" To prove her point, the older woman then reached down to her right leg and pulled it clean off, revealing it to be a wooden prosthetic. "I may not have seen my grandkids since then, but it will all be worth it just to eat one of these Goblin Dogs!
At this point, a talking tree with a face on it began to speak up as well. "I pulled myself out of the ground just to get a Goblin Dog," the Tree said while gesturing to its roots, covered in bandages and gauze. "I'm a bit tender, but it was worth it."
"Marcia," Killian said, "I've had a Goblin Dog a few times from that truck. Trust me, they're worth it."
"Wait, wait, wait," MC interjected. "You had a Goblin Dog? When?"
"A few months ago," Killian casually admitted. "I meant to tell you about them before, but by the time I had one, the Truck was long gone. My bad."
"You've had a Goblin Dog, young man?" The older woman asked in surprise.
"What do they taste like?" The Koala demanded to know.
Killian pondered on this for a moment before coming up with an answer. "It's not the sort of thing that can be described with just words, people, and it's something that you have to experience for yourself."
"Boo!"
"Lame!"
"Total copout, bro!"
"You see, Earth Turd? This is why getting a Goblin Dog is worth all this trouble," MC said as he looked at the human girl.
"All right, fine, I get it," Marcia said as she held her hands up in a defensive posture. "But this just means that you're going to have to be patient like the rest of us are."
"No way. I want a Goblin Dog, and I want it now!" MC whined again.
"Well, too bad, because it could be a while before we end up getting one with how slow this line's going!" Marcia said, clearly not wanting to hear more of MC's bitching.
"That line's not moving slowly," Comet said out of the blue, catching everyone by surprise.
"I'm sorry, what?" MC said as he spoke what was on everyone's minds.
"There's another line where the Goblin Truck is," Comet said as he lazily pointed off into the distance. "Those people are walking away with plenty of Goblin Dogs just like that," the boy said, snapping his fingers for emphasis.
The rest of Comet's friends found this hard to believe, even for Comet, and thus began to strain their eyeballs to determine whether or not Comet was right or if he just imagined things. Sadly, they were still too far from the front of the line to see anything. That's when Marcia got an idea.
"Hold on a second, guys," Marcia said before reaching into her backpack and pulling out a pair of worn-out but still functioning binoculars before pressing them up to her eyes. Sure enough, she quickly saw that Comet was right. There was another line, this one much closer to the Goblin truck and containing a few dozen or so people in it instead of the potentially thousands in the line they were currently in.
"Oh my gosh, guys, Comet's right. There's another line there, and they're getting Goblin Dogs before anyone else."
"Oh yeah, that's the VIP line," Killian explained. "They're for people who are willing to shell out extra money to buy merchandise or order Goblin Dogs on the U-Net, so they get priority."
"WHAT?!" MC screamed. "Killian, why the Seven Hells didn't you tell us about this!? AND DON'T YOU DARE SAY THAT-"
"You didn't ask," Killian said before MC could finish his threat, making him stutter out of sheer frustration.
"I-YOU-GRAAAAAAH!" At this point, MC was so angry that he had lost the capacity for verbal communication. He even started to foam at the mouth, much to the concern of everyone around him.
"Hey, um, is your friend going to be all right?" the frog with the Aussie hat asked as he looked on in concern.
"Yeah, just give him a few minutes," Comet said as he stopped laying with his back on the ground. "He only gets like this when he's frustrated, but he'll cool down."
"Fine by me, heh heh heh," the elderly woman said as he started munching on a bucket of popcorn that she inexplicably got her hands on. "Now this is what I call entertainment."
As MC continued his angry foaming at the mouth, he happened to catch something out of the corner of his eyes heading back to the Goblin Truck: that same Goblin with the drum and accordion that had already passed by them several times. Before any of them could even react, MC flew over to the Goblin and, using his horn to grab him by his uniform, proceeded to lift the poor guy into the air.
"WHA-HEY!"
"All right, you. I know that you are working for whoever's running that Truck. So you are going to tell us how we get into the VIP line, or you will see what I am like when I am hangry. And you will not like me when I'm hangry!" As if to emphasize that point, MC's horn began to glow with magic, prompting Comet and Marcia to run over and try to restrain their mutual comrade.
"Do what he says, dude! I think he means it!" Comet told him in desperation. Whenever MC started to act like this, there were few things in the Universe capable of calming him down; even Comet had problems with that from time to time.
"Okay, okay, look. The VIP line is only open for priority customers. That means you either paid for Goblin Dogs online, or you bought a bunch of merchandise," the little Goblin hastily explained. "Now, I can get you guys in, but you're still going to have to pay for it all upfront."
"That's all? Oh, okay," MC said as his mood took a complete 180, dropping the poor Goblin down onto the ground and letting him scamper a few feet away from them. "Hold on; I think I got some money in my back pocket. Comet, can you reach in there and get it for me."
"On it, bro." Comet then somehow reached his hand inside MC and began rummaging around through it, much to Marcia's exasperation.
"Hold on, give me a second...there!" Comet then pulled out his hand, opening to reveal...a few coins and some nuts. "Drat. This can't be enough."
"Trust me, it isn't," the Goblin said, his arms crossed with disdain.
"Well, guess we got no choice. D-Fly, bribe the man so that we may get in the VIP line."
Comet shook his head at this. "I don't have any money on me, and I left it all back home. And even if I did, my Dad would kill me if he found out I spent my allowance money on Goblin Dogs."
"Bro, are you serious? You're going to give up just like that?"
"Oh, for the love of-hold on, you two." Marcia then rummaged through the shorts' pockets underneath her skirt before pulling a substantial wad of cash and handing it to the Goblin. "Will this be enough?"
Comet almost went bug-eyed when he saw how much money Marcia was holding. "Mar-mar, how much money is that?"
Marcia shrugged her shoulders. "About 650 bucks, give or take."
The little Goblin took one look at the wad of cash and got this huge grin on his face. "Yeah, that'll do!" He said as he then grabbed the wad of cash. "All right, you and your friends all get into the VIP line."
"All right!" Comet then ran over to the others before MC and Marcia could even process what was going on and told them, "Guys, guess what? We're getting in the VIP line!"
"All right!"
"Sweet!"
"There's a VIP line?"
As for everyone else in line, they groaned in utter annoyance at the fact that Comet and his entourage were able to get closer to getting a Goblin Dog than any of them had thus far.
Spongebob Narrator: A Few Minutes Later...
"I cannot believe that this truck has so much crazy merchandise," Marcia said as she looked over herself and her friends as they now stood at the end of the VIP line. Only now, their attire had slightly changed. Comet had swapped out his normal, horn-tipped footwear in favor of these slippers made to resemble hot dogs, along with these matching socks with hot dogs that, somehow, managed to light up. Jackson and Killian were now sporting pointy-eared hats with the face of a smiling, silly goblin on the front. The rest of the group was wearing various shirts meant to promote the Goblin Dog truck, each having the image of a grinning hot dog emblazoned upon them. Even MC had a shirt, though when asked why he needed one when he had no arms or hands, he responded with the following:
"Bitch, I do what I want!"
And nobody objected to it after that.
"Hey, Mister?" Marcia said to Roy as she struggled to carry the rest of the group's supplies on her back, a job made harder due to her now wearing a foam finger. "Is buying all of this stuff necessary to get in here?"
"Yes," Roy said. "This is the 'VIP' Line, as in 'Very Interested in Buying My Products.' Buy the products, you get in this line, you get priority treatment, and you get the Goblin Dogs."
"So what, you just make us buy more stuff to further entice us into waiting to eat Goblin Dogs?" MC asked, questioning the Goblin's logic.
"Pretty much," Roy shamelessly admitted. "I've found that it's a good way to boost our revenue while also keeping customer complaints to a minimum."
"Dude, that is deviously sinister," Jackson whispered to Comet.
"I know, and it kind of reminds me of something Jonah would do," Comet whispered back.
"Well, I like this stuff; it's super lit. And it's giving me inspiration for some music," Karla honestly admitted as she continued to play with the strings on her ax guitar.
"Yeah, whatever," MC brushed off the comment. "So, do we get the Goblin Dogs now, or what?"
"Oh, no. You're still at the back of the VIP line," Roy said as he pointed to the rest of the people waiting in front of them for the Goblin Dog truck. "So it looks like you're going to have to wait a little longer. But remember, goblin dogs are worth the wait, " Roy sang as he skipped away with a T-shirt Cannon on his shoulder.
"But how long are we gonna have to wait?" MC called out to Roy. Sadly, he was already too far away to hear him. Or he just didn't care enough to answer.
"Hmm..."Marcia brought her free hand up to her chin as he looked over the line of people and began to do the math. "There are about a hundred people in front of us, factoring in the normal line of non-VIP people, doo doo doo...we should reach the front of the line...in about an hour. Two hours tops."
"TWO HOURS!?" Comet and MC exclaimed before letting out a very loud "NOOOO!"
"BUT I CAN'T WAIT THAT LONG!" Comet said as he began to fall on his knees and complain dramatically, any lessons he might have learned earlier seemingly forgotten.
"AND I'M SO HUNGRY!" MC added on.
Getting a look of equal parts embarrassment and annoyance, Marcia took off her backpack, reached inside, and pulled out the squirt bottle before squirting the two in the face again.
"Well, that's too bad, guys," Marcia sternly told the two boys. "You two were the ones who wanted to come here in the first place, and you should've been prepared for something like this to happen. So suck it up and be patient like the rest of us."
"But I don't wanna! I want them now!" MC whined, prompting Marcia to spray him again. "Will you quit doing that, Earth Turd?!"
"No," Marcia bluntly said. "And if you can't keep quiet, then I'm dragging both of you back home. Or do you not want those Goblin Dogs?"
"Don't tell me what to-," MC started to say, only for Comet to put his hand over the Colthead's mouth to shut him up.
"No, no, Marcia! We'll keep quiet, we swear!" Comet hastily said, knowing that Marcia was dead serious about this. Sometimes, even Comet wasn't willing to piss off Marcia.
"That's what I like to hear," Marcia said with a satisfied smile on her face as she and the others set up their makeshift camp once more and returned to doing what they'd been doing earlier.
"Heh, heh, heh. This is even better than wrestling," a familiar voice said from behind them. Much to Marcia's surprise, the elderly woman that had been talking to them before was now standing right behind them, munching on a bucket of popcorn as she watched the teens argue with each other.
"Whoa, lady. When did you get here?" asked Karla.
"Oh, I followed you guys here when you weren't looking," the woman calmly admitted. "I didn't feel like waiting any longer than I had to," the woman told Karla before looking at Comet and MC. "And as for you two, you could stand to learn a thing or two from that little lady over there," she pointed to Marcia, now lying on the ground with a book in her hands. "Take it from someone who knows what they're talking about: a little patience will go a long way for you in life."
"Um, didn't you just say you cut in line like two seconds ago?" MC couldn't help but point out.
"Because I'm Alice Green, and I do what I want!" the woman yelled at them as she raised her fist. "You got a problem with that?!"
"Wow. You're cool, lady," Karla couldn't help but say in admiration.
Spongebob Narrator: Sometime later...
" You might think this line is long. But listen to my goblin song. Heh heh, I love this job," Roy laughed to himself as he returned after making enough passes around the two lines he had waiting for those sweet, sweet Goblin Dogs. Due to the sheer popularity of his hot dogs, he would always get massively long lines wherever he chose to set up shop. It was one reason why he frequently moved his Truck around the Universe; to keep hangry customers from tearing him to shreds trying when they couldn't get a Goblin Dog. Still, even something like that had its limits, which was why he came up with the idea of giving out free t-shirts. Not only did it keep people satiated, but it also served as a great way to promote his business. As fun as it was, though, it was time for him to get back to work on making Goblin Dogs. Slipping behind the back of his Truck, Roy swapped out his band outfit for his chef uniform and headed inside the Truck.
"Got to keep up the illusion," Roy reminded himself. Despite many people believing that several people manned the Goblin Truck, Roy did everything. Normally, that would be too overwhelming for one Goblin, but Roy had a secret up his sleeve. When he had first started his food truck business, he made it a point to travel to a dimension that specialized in creating magical automatons. With the inhabitant's help, he could charm his Truck to do all of the work whenever he had to step out for a while. He had even gone the extra mile and made an animatronic version of himself to give out Goblin Dogs to customers when he wasn't around, and no one was the wiser for it.
"Well, time for me to get to work," Roy said as he opened the backdoor to his Truck and prepared to work his culinary magic.
"Sorry to tell you, pal, but you won't be doing any more work for the rest of the day."
Roy almost jumped a foot into the air when he heard the strange, unfamiliar voice come out of nowhere. Nervously shaking, he looked around the interior of his Truck, trying to figure out who said that.
"Wh-who's there?" Roy called out, trying to keep his voice down not to arouse suspicion from the customers. "Whoever you are, y-you shouldn't be back here!"
"Maybe," the voice replied, followed by the slow creaking of the door he had just come through slowly being closed behind him, "But I go where I want to." Roy felt his muscles begin to seize up as he finally realized that the mysterious voice was coming from directly behind him. Feeling his body seize up in terror, he slowly turned his head to look behind him at the intruder...and then his green face almost went as white as a sheet.
"Hello there, Roy."
"...And that's why selling a huge chunk of my farmland ended up being the worst decision I've ever made," the old woman (Alice Green) finished saying to the group standing in front of her. "But it was worth it to help my family," she then added on a more positive note.
"Wow, cool story, lady," MC snarked to Mrs. Green, clearly not wanting to have to listen to her. "But you know what isn't a cool story? Us having to wait in this crazy long line just to get a stupid hot dog!"
"I know, bro! This is the worst!" Comet joined in on the complaining. "We shouldn't have to wait this long just to get something to eat!"
"Oh, boo-hoo," Mrs. Green said in response. "So you two have had to wait a few hours in line. Big deal. Do you not remember me saying how I've had to spend months waiting in line to get one? I deserve to get a Goblin Dog way more than you two whiners, but do you hear me complaining? No. Do you hear your nice lady friend here complaining about it?" She asked, referring to Marcia. "No. Because unlike you, she knows the value of waiting for something good to happen to her. Now, if you really want to get one of those Goblin Dogs, then you have to be willing to put in the time and energy to get them! So shut up and quit complaining already!"
"Lady, I don't care about any of that stuff that you were saying just now," MC said, completely dismissing Mrs. Green's words of wisdom. "I just want to get to the front of that line and have one of those Goblin Dogs!"
"Bah, forget it. You're hopeless," Alice said, giving up on trying to reach MC. Not that MC was even listening in the first place.
"Come on! Please, just let something happen that will let us get to the front of the line!"
Fortunately, or possibly, unfortunately, the Universe seemed to respond to MC's pleas-
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
-because at that exact moment, something did happen. However, it was not something that anyone was going to like.
At this point, there were still several dozens of people waiting in line in front of the group (and Mrs. Green) for the Goblin Truck, so that made it a little difficult to see what was going on. Lucky for them, word of what was happening spread quickly down the line. Given how everyone in front of them looked concerned, though, things did not look good for anyone.
"Hey, man," MC said to one of the people in front of him. "You got any idea what's going on? Why's everyone freaking out and going crazy?"
"I'm don't know, really, but I think that something's going on with the Goblin Dog Truck," the guy said to them, much to the other's concern. Before MC could inquire further, events had already seen fit to fill them in. In the sky above the food truck, a massive, holographic screen appeared, and on it was an image of Roy being held at sword-point by a mysterious cloaked figure, and Roy was struggling to escape, to no avail.
"Let me go, you crazy-"
"I wouldn't keep struggling if I were you, Goblin. Not unless you want to lose an arm or a leg," the figure threateningly said to the Goblin before turning to face the unseen camera. "Attention, everyone who decided to waste their time waiting in line to get food from this runt: the Goblin Dog truck is currently closed until further notice. Just how long depends on the choices that a certain group of people here will make."
The screen then changed again, this time displaying an image of a group of well-dressed teenage boys that were running through the hallways of some sort of gothic institution. Most of the people watching didn't get what they were looking at, but for the likes of Comet, Marcia, and MC, it was enough to widen their eyes. They knew all too well what this mysterious figure was showing them: it was a photo of them leading the revolt at Sgt. Oleg's, with Comet and Marcia, dressed in their disguises.
"Uh-oh," MC winced.
"I know for a fact that these three," the cloaked figure pointed with their free hand to the trio in the photo, "are currently here, amongst all of you. So I'm going to make this simple: either these three show themselves in the next five minutes, or I skewer the Goblin and burn this roving establishment until it's a pile of ash. Choose carefully."
"Somebody, please help m-"
The projection was cut off before Roy could finish his cries for help, which prompted all Hell to break loose as most of the people present began to panic. Those closest to the Goblin Dog Truck started to run in the opposite direction in a state of panic, which then began to spread to everyone else in line behind them. Pretty soon, the domino effect led to absolute pandemonium beings began to descend upon the lines of people formerly waiting to get a Goblin Dog.
The one group that managed to stay relatively calm (comparatively speaking) was Comet, Marcia, and MC's group. To be fair, both of them were in various states of worry.
"Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, oh crap!" MC kept saying over and over, his mind beginning to race. "Guys, this is, like, really bad! Do you know what this means?"
"No Goblin Dogs?" Karla innocently asked.
"No, girl!" MC snapped. "That psycho's looking for us!" he said, gesturing to himself, Comet, and Marcia. "They're probably working for Mr. Abhorrent!"
"Are you sure?" Even Marcia was more than a little concerned.
"Earth Turd, we're the reason why he got driven out of his school and had to go on the run! Of course, that maniac's going to send some hitman to try and off us!" MC then began to fly around frantically. "We gotta get out of here while we still can!"
"Wait, MC!" Comet said to his longtime friend, making him stop where he was floating. "We can't just leave! If we do, that person's going to skewer the only guy in the Universe who knows how to make Goblin Dogs! If that happens, then we'll never be able to enjoy them for ourselves!"
"Comet, your priorities are a little skewed, but you're right," Marcia agreed. "We can't just leave, and we need to do something."
"Um, guys," Karla spoke up as she and Jackson finished taking stock of the situation (and making sure their belongings were secure from the panicking masses). "I don't know if any of you have noticed, but it looks like that old lady from earlier is already doing something."
"What are you talking about?" Comet asked.
"See for yourself," Jackson said before pointing towards the Goblin Truck. To be more precise, he was pointing at Mrs. Green, who had begun to angrily march towards the Truck, cane in one hand, purse in the other.
"Uh-oh. Lady, wait!"
Before any of the others could even figure out what the Hell was going on, Comet had already run after Mrs. Green, much to Marcia's frustration.
"No, Comet, come back! We need to think up a plan!" Marcia shouted as she ran after him, leaving MC, Killian, Jackson, and Karla behind.
"Um, do you think we should do something to help them out?" Karla couldn't help but ask.
"Yeah, but what are we supposed to do? It's not like we have anything that we can fight with?"
"Ahem," Killian spoke. "I might be able to help with that."
Will Comet and the others save Roy from Rastkora? Will Comet ever learn the value of patience and trying to think things ahead? Find out next week! But first, a word from our sponsor.
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NightAroma-Few things. First, I already got someone to voice Tad's counterpart, and I think it's appropriate. As for Rastkora's VA, I'm leaning towards Laura Bailey. IMDb her. Second, Toffee and Rastkora don't really have any relationship right now as I write this. And NO SHIPPING! Third, I wanted MC to get to know Comet's Earth Friends, as they're going to be interacting a lot more from here on out. And I think he'd like Jackson and Karla's laid-back attitudes pretty well.
Gorg-You done? Because expect Killian to appear on Earth more than a few times. I have some ideas on how he'll react to learning that Humans have devoted much of our energy to the fighting arts...for better or worse.
The Wandering Hippie-You're not wrong, Hippie. In fact, the only reason I remember the episode is that Jerry Trainor plays Roy, and it introduces Kelly. Also, the kit is something that I've done in the past. One thing I've learned about going to conventions is that you want to be prepared for anything. Especially waiting in line. And yes, I have bribed my way into a better spot in line before, don't judge me.
NightAroma-I mean The Fairly OddParents was one of those cartoons that I always loved watching, but not to the same level as Spongebob or Avatar. Plus, Timmy Turner is one of Tara Strong's most iconic roles. Also, good suggestions for M! Mina's VA. I love all those guys. Fun fact: Daran Norris also played Gordy in Ned's Declassified School Survival Guide and Buddha Bob in Big Time Rush.
Kraven the Hunter-At least it ended, though. The Simpsons won't!
Julayla-NO TOFFICORE! That is a crack pairing, and unlike what Hippie did with Moon and Toffee, you can't justify it.
Gorg-Thanks.
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Also, shout out if you figure out what show that elderly woman's from.
