Gumby asked the clay, "Do you remember what happened to me?"
The clay whimpered, "Unfortunately, no. It's very fuzzy, but I do know that we need to get your guitar back."
Gumby was a bit intimidated and asked, "Wouldn't people be freaked out to see me all covered in green clay like this?"
The clay clung to Gunby's chest in a light hug and said, "Of course not."
Gumby took a deep breath, relaxing the clay, and stood up to grab his piggy bank before leaving the house.
Gumby said, "I sure hope this is enough."
He walked down the street, a bit self-conscious. It felt like an eternity before he finally came to the store, his clay very gently clinging to his skin. He took a deep breath before he stepped into the music store.
The clerk behind the counter looked happy to see him.
The clerk chirped, "Hiya, Gumby! Thanks for taking care of those BlockHeads last night!"
Gumby sighed in relief and chirped, "It was no problem! I was doing what anyone would do."
Gumby then changed the subject by asking, "How much for that Radical Blue electric guitar in the window?"
The clerk replied, "Oh, that would be 37 dollars, including taxes."
Gumby opened his piggy bank and pulled out a handful of bills. He handed the bills to the clerk.
Gumby asked, "Is this enough?"
The clerk quickly counted the bills and replied with a smile, "Yes sir, you all set!"
Gumby said, "Oh boy!"
He closed his piggy bank, picked up the guitar, and left the store with a smile.
The clay being said, "You're carrying too much! Let me absorb the piggy bank so your hands are free."
Gumby asked, "What?"
The clay being pleaded, "Trust me!"
Gumby pressed the piggy bank into the clay, and it immediately vanished before his eyes. The clay started to grow over his fingers, making his hands more glove-like.
"Aw man," Gumby whined, "How am I supposed to play without fingers?"
The clay being chuckled, "Let me show you."
Gumby then put on the guitar and began to strum it. The clay being encouraged, "Sing a little, Gumby."
Gumby sang as he played the guitar, "He rocks in the tree tops all day long.
A hoping and a bopping and a singing his song.
All the little birdies on Jay Bird Street,
I love to hear the little birdy go tweet, tweet, tweet!
Rockin robin!
Go, Rocking Robin!
Go Rocking Robin, you're really going to rock it tonight!"
Suddenly, A wave of power washed over him and the town when he stopped, and before he could react, the clay enveloped his head but only his eyes like a hood. When Gumby opened his new clay eyes, he saw the world was different now. The people around him currently resemble him more; they are shaped in one color, and the world around him looks like it was made of simple clay as well.
Gumby was amazed, and he looked at his feet, noticing there were a few holes in the ground where he was walking before. Gumby could see the seams of the clays above and below, but he didn't mind. He felt at home in this clay Lakeview.
The clay being chirped, "Welcome home to Clayville!"
Gumby gasped in amazement!