It was a quaint little day that required nothing more than a slight shower forecast in the afternoon to make it interesting. Since days like that can be quite boring, we’ll skip to the day after.

“Does it ever bother you Pit, that the weather forecast yesterday was off?” asked Bob.

“Yes, I do believe I was wrong to assume so,” replied Pit.

“That’s true. However, this is the first time Pupoojomaro was off,” noted Bob.

Pit’s face suddenly lit up. Bob saw a blind deer at the window and immediately knew what Pit was going to say.

“And I have no eye deer why…,” said Pit much to Bob’s suspicion.

“Are we still talking about the weather?” Bob asked.

“I don’t know,” replied Pit, “Whether it’s the weather or whether it’s leather we should make sure it lathers.”

With a frown and a squint, Bob exclaimed, “We’re not on the same page are we?”

“I’m on page thirty eight,” Pit said, “But perhaps we’re just not reading the same book at all. Grab your hat Bob! Let’s go!”

The epiphany that Pit received was in fact, connected to the issue Bob brought up. And it was also connected with the fact that the day before yesterday, Pit had over heard Pupoojomaro telling Mr. Grocer that he was having quite a bad flu.

Bob and Pit arrived at Pupoojomaro’s house. And quietly, with the stealth of an elephant, and the elegance of a panda, Pit broke in the house by throwing Bob at the window.

Pupoojomaro was sitting in the living room and saw the whole commotion with his own eyes. Jumped on his feet, and exclaimed, “What are you trying to do Pit…?”

Before Pupoojomaro could finish his sentence, Pit charged at him with a pillow and beat the living room daylights out of him.

“Bob! This is the reason why Pupoojomaro’s forecast was off,” shouted Pit, while bashing Pupoojomaro’s head with the pillow, “it’s a job hazard inherent in weather forecasters.”

Bob, sprawled on the floor still dazed from crashing Windows, managed to murmur, “What happened? Everything turned blue…”

Pit who was almost out of breath, replied, “Bob! When a person has too much weather in his head, his judgement is clouded. That’s why, there was no rain yesterday! It’s all in Pupoojomaro’s head! The clouds surrounded his judgement, and is now pouring inside his head! It isn’t the flu, his nose is running like a tap because it’s flooding in his head!”

*pop*

Out of Pupoojomaro’s left ear, the cloud left him. And Pit finally stopped hitting Pupoojomaro. Pit’s method of curing him was a draining process, not just for Pupoojomaro.

Pit helped Pupoojomaro to his bed and poured him a warm glass of water. With a weak voice, Pupoojomaro whispered a thank you to Pit. And soon Pit was on his way back home. Satisfied that he saved a friend from drowning in his thoughts. However, Pit couldn’t help feeling that he forgot something.

“Well, as long as we helped someone today,” said Pit, reassuring himself, “right Bob? Bob? ……BOB!!”

“It’s Bobana!” exclaimed Bob pointing to the bright object in the sky.

“Hello Bob, hello Pit, sorry I’m late,” shouted Bobana from on top of the flying saucer, “I asked my friend Pupoojomaro to come help.”

Suddenly a small little man jumped out of the flying saucer. He leaped around in a sort of happy manner. He did a few spins and took a bow.

“Hello dear friends,
I’m here to seek,
A cow named Tutti,
Who is very sick!”

With that, Pupoojomaro sprinkled rhyme powder on the rest of this story.

“Oh deary me,
This is dire,
What Tutti needs,
Is induced diarrhea.

Thankfully I brought my tools,
A Scottish bagpipe, filled with tunes.
Nay, you shan’t worry for you must stay cool,
For when I start playing, the needles will come loose.”

So Pupoojomaro with all his might,
Drew the biggest breadth he ever could.
He filled his lungs until they were so tight,
That even his goose who likes to bump, stood.

And he sang,

“Didalee doo, didalee foo,
Momma forgot to give me my food
Didalee la, dedalee ta,
So I called my friends up for a pizza!”

As Pupoo sang,
It was apparent,
That something strange,
Had happened.

Tutti groan a while more,
But suddenly got up on her feet.
The needles had melted at the sound of Pupoos song,
And now where part of her blood stream.

Feeling stronger than before,
Tutti knew the needles played a role.
For the iron from the needles reached her core,
She was now iron-reinforced.

So ended this very strange day,
Of its happenings none ever knew.
For this episode has dragged on too long,
So everyone repeated Pupoojomaro’s song.

“Didalee doo, didalee foo,
Momma forgot to give me my food
Didalee la, dedalee ta,
So I called my friends up for a pizza!”

“Maybe we should call Bobana since he is an expert on animals,” suggested Bob.

“Yes, that is wise. Let’s do,” answered Pit while punching in Bobana’s phone number on his mobile phone, “Bobana, please come quick! We have a professional-blem!”

Once done with the phone call, Pit took off the boxing gloves he used to punch in the phone numbers and passed the beaten up phone to Bob for safe keeping.

“Why do you bash your phone up like that Pit?” wondered Bob.

Pit grinned and sheepishly replied, “Oh, I give the phone a good wallop now and then to keep the battery going. Since the moblie phone is always battered, I don’t have to worry about the battery level falling to low.”

As Bob and Pit waited for Bobana’s arrival, there was a loud thud from a far away tree. Squinting their eyes, Bob and Pit saw two hairy objects on the ground. One was jumping in an erratic manner and the other was waving its hair.

Pit exclaimed, “I think those are the two weird monkeys…”

Before Pit could finish his sentence, Tunic used his super-sneezing power to propel himself within meters of Pit. 

“CHIMP! CHIMP! I AM NOT MONKEY!” screamed Tunic, “I’m ashamed to share 99% of the same genetic composition with the likes of you humans who can’t tell a monkey from a chimp!!”

“I’m really sorry,” apologised Pit sincerely, “Have you any news from your space sheep?”

Just then, Sputnik reached where they were. Breathless after the extremely small distant that he covered by using his super power of speed tip-toeing, he managed to reply Pit, “No… The sheep in our spaceship sheepishly told us that he was out of wool…”

“So, wool is what is needed to save this cow?” asked Bob.

“No! Silly, this just means that the sheep’s master, dame and the little boy down the lane can’t have any black wool soup for the next few months,” replied Tunic in a rather irritated tone.

Suddenly, a groan was heard from Tutti.

“I can, see a light…” Tutti said with a very weak voice, “It’s as bright as the sun…”

Tunic gave Tutti a blank stare and said, “That IS the sun.”

“No, it’s not Tunic, look again,” said Sputnik.

Tunic looked again, and to his astonishment, he saw a bright light coming from the middle of a circular object far up in the sky. The object was descending slowly and the light grew brighter and brighter…

…to be continued…

It was a lollipopish day, Bob and Pit were up early in the Looly Ville Park. They were trying to bee-friend the bee.

“Bob, beeing a friend to a bee by bee-friending them is not as simple as it looks,” observed Pit, “You really need to be a sweet talker.”

“Sweet talker?” responded Bob.

Pit leaned towards Bob and said, “Yes, one has to know the buzz.”

“Hey Pit, ever noticed that a lot of lollipops are popping today?” Asked Bob, “Look at the lollipop seller over there!”

Just as Pit was turning around, a furry object appeared screaming, “Have no fur, Sputnik can slur!”

Sputnik then don on some blings and an over-sized sunglasses and started rapping in a muffled manner, slurring his words at every chance he got to.

“Tunic! Tutti! Come on we have tooth decay to fight! Pop those lollis!”

Out of fat air, a cow and a chimp appeared. The cow was eating hay while the chimp held needles and wrecklessly ran towards every lollipop and popped them. Suddenly, the chimp slipped on a slipper and flung the needles into the hay stack.

“No Tutti!” screamed Sputnik and Tunic. But it was too late, Tutti had devoured the hatstack in approximately 26 blinks of an eye.

“Ohh, I feel drowsy,” exclaimed Tutti, “I think my haystack’s been spiked. I don’t remember having any blood circulation problems, but my whole body feels like pins and needles…” With that, Tutti fell flat on the ground, making quite an impression on the town.

“By golly, removing those lollipopping needles will be as hard as finding needles in a haystack in a cow!” Bob remarked.

Sputnik and Tunic screamed at each other in monkey talk and turned towards Bob and Pit. They told Bob and Pit that they’ll have to get help from their space sheep who is in their spaceship – P.L.A.Y. Station. Bob and Pit merely stared back not knowing how to respond.

Unconcerned, Sputnik and Tunic strapped on Coka Cola bottles and dropped in catridges of Mentos and dissappeared into the morning sky.

Bob and Pit were left to keep an eye on the cow.

A few moments of suspense followed by some moments of confusion passed by Freddy life. Such moments are uneventful.

Freddy stood in front of the machine in utter disappointment. “I don’t get it,” thought Freddy, “it should work. Even if it didn’t work the way it was meant to, it should have done something that will coincidentally work out and make me famous!”

Suddenly, in a subtle manner, a sound came from the machine.

“Hoo….”

“What’s that?” Freddy thought.

Freddy walked around the machine poking and kicking trying to, in his own gentle way nudge the machine to reply. But he couldn’t find the source of the sound. Nevertheless, the sound continued, “Hoooooo…”

The sound began to get louder and more intense, “ooooOOOO……. Hoo Hoo Hoo… Wah Wah Wah…. Hoo wah!!”

Freddy, in a voice just short of a scream, “Who’s that?”

“Hoo Wah, it’s me,” replied what sounded like a monkey.

“Who are you? Why do you sound like a monkey?”

Suddenly, the machine broke in half. A surviving light bulb drew out the silhouette of a black furry object. With fiery eyes the not-so-small-yet-not-so-big creature declared, “I am Sputnik the space monkey, cousin of Tunic the chimp and good friend of Tutti the cow!”

Before Freddy could react, the Sputnik jumped out and put on the pair of glasses filed with water. The fire in Sputnik’s eyes died.

“Oh my, did I just teleported a monkey from space??” thought Freddy swelling up with pride.

“No actually, I’ve been hiding in one of the light bulbs all the time. Just waiting for the right time to come out.” the monkey said

“And what time is that?”

“When the gang of shooting stars come,” said Sputnik, “because it is time. Time to call upon my cousin and good friend to fight evil with clever hand-eye coordination and complex arrangements of triangles, circles, squares and crosses. I have to return to my space station now. It’s called P.L.A.Y. – Station.”

With that the monkey leaped a year, jumped a frog and called Tutti over the moon.

“Oh boy, what have I done?” wondered Freddy, still trying to grasp the what had just happen.

Then a thought occurred to Freddy, “I know what I have NOT done. I haven’t had dinner yet!”

So Freddy went back into his house to have some strawberries that Bob weaved for him which where left over the grill in the right side of the kitchen. He was so hungry, he left no leftovers over the grill.

Freddy fumed and fumed. He was jealous. Jealous that he wasn’t smart enough to conjure up plans the way Pit did. But Freddy was good with all things conventional.

Freddy, Pit’s neighbour used shaving cream to prevent his mirror from fogging. Pit on the hand attached windscreen wipers to his mirror instead. Who got the most publicity? Take a guess. Although Pit received more attention, it wasn’t because he was brilliant. It was because he often lived on the edge of coincidences and insanity. Still, Freddy wanted to be like him.

“I know what I’ll do,” mumbled Freddy to himself, “I’ll steal that humongous machine he has in is backyard and then I’ll be famous!”

When the clock tower struck two o’clock that night, Freddy sneaked into Pit’s backyard and dismantled the machine, brought every part to his backyard and built it back. Of course, in the dead of night, Freddy could barely see.

“Now how am I suppose to camouflage this thing,” thought Freddy, “I know, I’ll ask Pit.”

“Hello…?” said Pit in a groggy voice.

“Excuse me Pit, I want to camouflage something. Any ideas?” said Freddy

“Think superman,” with that Pit hanged up the phone on the clothes line. What a way to go on line.

Freddy pondered for a while the meaning of Pit’s words. Then, it occurred to him that superman and his everyday self were only separated by a pair of camouflage glasses. Freddy rushed into the kitchen took two glasses, filled it with water and placed it on the machine.

“There! No one would notice!” exclaimed Freddy proudly.

Little did Freddy know that Pit had horrendous memory for all things uncommon. Pit never noticed the missing machine in the backyard let alone noticed the machine in Freddy’s backyard. So Freddy went about his business trying to exploit Pit’s machine.

Freddy tinkered and tankered, hammered and dented, polished and waxed. He tried every conceivable idea as to how to get the machine to start. It wasn’t until well into the evening that he noticed the a slot for three AA batteries. He rushed over to Mr. Grocer, being a cheapskate he bought only two AAA batteries.

“It’s the same,” thought over-thrifty Freddy, “Same number of A’s.”

By the time Freddy had put in the batteries, it was already eight o’clock at night; well past his dinner time. Not knowing what button was for what, Freddy pressed everything and stood back.

…to be continued…

Bobana asked, “Pit, are you sure this is going to work?”

“Yes” replied Pit, cool and calm.

There were rumours going on in town that behind that cool as a cucumber Pit exists a mad scientist that’s planning to take over the world. What about all his successful attempt to save the sky? What about what he did to the leaves for autumn? The rumours have it that those worked out coincidently.

“Bobana, I know you doubt me,” said Pit while checking the wirings of some machine he had just built, “Eventhough, you spent good money to buy those magazines, you shouldn’t buy into their lies. This town is just not ready for me.”

Still with a tinge of doubt, Bobana’s frown lifted. Well, Pit’s sanity wasn’t top on Bobana’s Concerns’ list.

In Pit’s small backyard stood a monstrous machine. Tubes connecting segments with segments, pressure valves, various coloured light bulbs and even those little steam vents that made it look like it was right out of a fiction writer’s imagination.

Bobana, “How’s this going to work?”

“See all these valves, levels, meters and blinking lights?” asked Pit with the most serious of tone.

“Yes?!” Bobana could hardly stand the suspense.

“Well,” said Pit in matter-of-fact manner, “I haven’t a clue what they are there for. The only thing here that works is this fire extinguisher.”

“What???” exclaimed Bobana. His face suddenly turning red. Then green, then orange.Pit ran for his toolbox and pulled out a chameleon wrench and pried the chameleon from Bob’s face.

“Phew, that was awkward,” said Pit, “It’s time to get Bob. Hey Bob, come here!”

Bob fell on his face when he landed after his trip to save the moon. On top of that, all 33 vertebraes had fused into one blob.

The moment Bob opened his mouth to speak, Pit shoved the hose of the fire extinguisher into Bob’s mouth and pulled the trigger.

“You need a good straightening out,” shouted Pit.

*Phoom

Bob inflated and regained his height. Bobana found his lost chameleon. Freddy wasn’t happy he wasn’t mentioned as the on-looking neighbour.

“Queer” said Darwin with wide open eyes.

“Pop!”

“Oh. Here, let me help you,” said the zoo keeper Bobana while picking up Darwin’s eyes.

In a rather serious tone, Darwin says, “This is scandalous, I’ve never seen such a creature before, clown suit and all. Smells like cheese, and one fifth the height of the average man. Intriguing. I wonder if this is far more primitive or advanced?”

Bobana decided to give Darwin his professional opinion, “I don’t know.”

“Precisely,” Darwin, “I’ve always thought that way too. I’ll just follow my formula for the deduction for the evolutionary point of a creature.”

Pulling out a roll of toilet roll, Darwin proudly said, “Only I have figured out that the toilet roll is a modern version of a compact scroll! Aren’t I brilliant? But don’t spread the news yet!”

Bobana was not impressed. The creature had a flatten face with huge nostrils. It couldn’t be too stupid as it had requested for a phone call before. The farmer who sent it in said it fell from the sky. Yet it had no wings. Curious little creature it was.

“Now, let’s see,” said Darwin, trying to focus his reading glasses, “Step one, describe the creature. Does it have a spine? Bobana ask him this…”

Bobana listened to Darwin’s whisper intently. He then turned to the creature and said in a low intimidating voice, “You feeling lucky punk?”

The creature expressed shock and recoiled.

“Invertebrate!” concluded Darwin, “Now, that would put it between 40,000 to 50,000 years old. Only one way to find out which part of the link it is.”

Darwin took out a set of twelve die and handed it over to the creature and said politely, “Roll them please.”

The creature rolled the die and Darwin with great enthusiasm took note of all the values and substituted the sum of into a complex algebra formula and took first 3 digits.

“Hmmm, 3, 8, 2,” said Darwin in a deep ponderous manner. Darwin flipped his drawing book to page 382. On that page was a hand drawn picture of a man.

“Dear me! He is our ancestor!” Darwin screamed in excitement.

Bobana wasn’t amused.

At that very moment Pit shows up.

“Hey, I’ve come to get Bob,” said Pit.

“Sorry, I haven’t seen him,” said Bobana. Darwin was too caught up in his discovery to notice Pit’s presence.

“There he is, in that cage,” said Pit pointing to the strange creature, “He flu to the moon last night and fell down. I forgot to plan his descend. Looks like he landed on his face.”

“Oh,” said a stunned Darwin, “This is sad, really sad, if only…”

The creature said with a slur, “Sorry thoo thisabboint you, but I really need to grow see a thocktor.”

Darwin was disappointed, he knew one day he’d be found out. Just not so soon. Bob was glad Pit came in the nick of time, he was almost named “Dar-win-ner”. But he’s been called “Dar-lo-ser” before. But please don’t tell anyone.

…continued from part 1…

As soon as the clock struck twelve, Pit pulled Bob into the car and dashed of to the fashion show.

“Bob, when we are there, sneak through the back door and run on stage and put your nose on the cat walk,” instructed Pit.

Bob nodded. He looked dazed from the preparation. The moment they arrived, Bob dashed out and everything was like clock work. The second his nose touched the runway, his running nose dragged him forward. His nose ran so fast he caught a flu and he was airborne!

“I’m flu-ing!” Bob exclaimed.

“Go Bob! Save the moon!” Pit shouted.

Inch by inch Bob ascended up into the sky. The moon was getting bigger and bigger, nearer and nearer, further and further!! No! This isn’t right!

Panicking, Bob realises that he’s flu too high!

“Help! Help!” cries Bob.

Suddenly, a meteor hit Bob, sending him flying towards the moon.

Crash.

“Hey, pretty boy, what you thing you’re doing?” said the Moon.

“I’m Bob and I’m here to fill you up, Mr. Moon,” proclaimed Bob ever humbly.

“It’s Miss Moon to you,” said the Moon, “Do I sound at all manly?”

Trying to avoid the ever ponderous debate that ensues mistaken gender identities, Bob pulled out all the blue cheese from his clown suit. He starts to put it on the Moon, filling every hole and making the Moon round again. The Moon was rather amused.

“Bob, I can’t thank you enough,” said the grateful Moon, “But you must go now, there’s a gang of shooting stars on their way.”

Bob nodded and looked down at the earth. Pressed his nose on the Moon and took off! He waved as He flu back to earth.

To his horror, the space rats that come once in a blue moon appeared and started eating the Moon!

“No!!” screamed Bob. He tried to turn back, but gravity had a strong grip on him and his flu was getting better.

Just when the Moon was about to completely consumed, the gang of shooting stars appeared. As the old folks say, “Them gunslingers took ‘em down good!”

Bob was relieved. For a while. He realised he no longer had the flu and was free falling.

In one day, the Moon was returned to its full glory for a while, shooting stars had a space rat barbeque and Bob lost eighty percent of his height.

On a rather fairy day, Pit was busy weaving strawberries out of straw wondering whether to attend a fashion shows organised by the circus. Out of the blue, a knocking on the door startled him.

He endeavored to ascertain the identity of the visitor.

“Hello there Bob,” said Pit looking Bob, “Anything the matter?”

“I was just thinking the other day about how we saved the sky, I reckoned we could do the same for the moon!” said Bob.

Pit assumed his thinking pose and pondered for a while what he would have for dinner later.

Bob waited for a while before nudging Pit.

“Oh dear me, lost my train of thoughts. You were saying?” said a blushing Pit.

“Save the moon!!” exclaimed an exasperated Bob, “My plan is to bring all these blue cheese up to the moon and fill her up!!”

“Ingenious! What do you need me for?” replied Pit excitedly.

“Well, I can’t figure out how to reach the moon,” said Bob sadly, “…and I can’t afford a plane.”

Pit smiled proudly and said, “Bob! I was surprised that you actually thought of something useful to do this time. Instead of questions like ‘where is my thinking cap’. I will help you!”

Pit made Bob eat a tub of ice cream while standing in front of his opened refrigerator.

“How do you feel?” asked Pit.

“Light headed,” said Bob.

“Great!” said Pit, glad that all was going according to plan.

Pit packed all the blue cheese into a clown costume and picked out two rather snazzy pairs of clown shoes. “Can’t attend a clown fashion show without these!” thought the ever suave Pit.

…end of part one…