Mr. Fuzzleton's Funtime Adventure Quest(COMPLETED..abruptly)

[McBatman]

You are Mr. Fuzzleton on board the airship, the S.S. Sunshine! You are sailing over the Sundae Mountains having a party with all your fuzzy stuffed animal friends.

You are standing with your friend, Oinksalot. He plays a delightful jib on his ACCORDION. You are sipping your HOT CHOCOLATE, made with LOVE.

Suddenly, the AIRSHIP begins to buck slightly.
'Turbulent weather? Here?", you think to yourself. OIKSALOT stops playing the accordion. The vibrations make you drop your HOT CHOCOLATE made with LOVE.

[RedMage]

> "My, my.. I do say, this quaint floor requires some cleansing. Sir oinksalot, do clean up this mess, won't you lad?"

edit: wow, handling THREE MSPA's is gonna be quite problematic, won't it? get a third banner!!!

[Archduke_Ferdinand]

Uh oh. Is this that really sadistic one? I'm scared.

>Panic. Oh God, just get out now.

[McBatman]

> "My, my.. I do say, this quaint floor requires some cleansing. Sir oinksalot, do clean up this mess, won't you lad?"

edit: wow, handling THREE MSPA's is gonna be quite problematic, won't it? get a third banner!!!

You ask OKINSALOT if he'd mind cleaning up. He finds the request a bit humorous due to the irony of asking a pig to clean up, but he doesn't mind helping out his dear old friend Mr. Fuzzleton. You call the captain and ask him to be careful of the turbulence.

Unfortunately, HELMSMAN GOBBLES is busy dealing with a thick cloud of PIXIES. It seems the airship hit one and he's having a hard time navigating.

[RedMage]

Co-pilot Deer: Go SHOTGUNNER on the incoming pixies!

[A Madman]

Uh oh. Is this that really sadistic one? I'm scared.

>Panic. Oh God, just get out now.

...Wut? Am I missing something here?

>Blow Airship horn. Try and drive those pixies away.

[McBatman]

Co-pilot Deer: Go SHOTGUNNER on the incoming pixies!

Unfortunately, HELSMAN GOBBLES pilots alone. He also takes a PIXIE to the face.

HELMSMAN GOBBLES suddenly starts to not feel so good. Something in the PIXIE DUST is making him feel... woozy.

Suddenly, something catches his eye.

SMILING PILLOWS beckon to him in the distance.
"Come sleep, we know you're tired! We're extra fluuuuuuffy!"
How thoughtful of them!

PETUNIA RABBIT is having a livid conversation with MR. FUZZLETON.

[Wesley Foxx]

>Prepare for Sugar Apocalypse.

[A Madman]

>Mr. Fuzzleton: My, my. Let us check up on that dear pilot. We seem to be dropping in altitude at an alarming rate! I do declare, it is most unsettling.

[McBatman]

>Prepare for Sugar Apocalypse.

It will rain maple syrup.

[ClericBard]

Make Muslim Terrorist attack the ship.

ALLAH!!!

[McBatman]

>Mr. Fuzzleton: My, my. Let us check up on that dear pilot. We seem to be dropping in altitude at an alarming rate! I do declare, it is most unsettling.

You tap on the SPEAKERPHONE to the HELMSMAN. How curious! He doesn't seem to be responding!

[A Madman]

>Mr. Fuzzleton: Pish, posh. Strut on up the the cockpit yourself then. This can hardly be described the most enjoyable course of action, but all this dilly-dallying with the ship descending cannot possibly be considered the most prudent choice of passtimes.
First, bid fair Petunia Rabbit adieu for a moment, and apologize most sincerely for what must seem to her like a most arbitrary discontinuation of what was turning out to be a rather enjoyable social interaction. Assure her that you will return to her anon, once this most curious affair with the pilot has been addressed in what you hope to be a fairly straightforward manner.

[Gustave]

Petunia Rabbit and Oinksalot: Make smalltalk while Mr. Fuzzleton inspects the cockpit.

[McBatman]

>Mr. Fuzzleton: Pish, posh. Strut on up the the cockpit yourself then. This can hardly be described the most enjoyable course of action, but all this dilly-dallying with the ship descending cannot possibly be considered the most prudent choice of passtimes.
First, bid fair Petunia Rabbit adieu for a moment, and apologize most sincerely for what must seem to her like a most arbitrary discontinuation of what was turning out to be a rather enjoyable social interaction. Assure her that you will return to her anon, once this most curious affair with the pilot has been addressed in what you hope to be a fairly straightforward manner.

With that, you bow your head cordially and proceed to find out what's going on with your dear friend, HELMSMAN GOBBLES.

How very curious! Your dear friend HELMSMAN GOBBLES is nowhere to be found, and these curious glowing insects are approaching the ship. You do believe you have shifted off your intended course towards the SUGAR COOKIE ARCHIPELAGO.

Petunia Rabbit and Oinksalot: Make smalltalk while Mr. Fuzzleton inspects the cockpit.

OINKSALOT: You inform MS. PETUNIA RABBIT that she has adorable BUTTON EYES.
PETUNIA RABBIT: You thank MR. OINKSALOT for the compliment, saying he has a very cute nose.

FUZZLETON: While admiring these glowing insects, it appears one of them has set your hat on fire. Ah! They are none other than FIREFLIES. But, a FIREFLY that actually causes fires? Unheard of!

You then notice several of them have crashed into your HYDROGEN DRIVEN AIRSHIP. You ask them politely to halt these shenanigans, as you don't believe them to be appropriate behavior for civilized socialites like yourselves.

The S.S. SUNSHINE catches on FIRE and begins to descend towards a remote valley in the SUNDAE MOUNTAINS. You are on a crash course into the heart of THE ENCHANTED FAIRY COUNTRY.

[Gustave]

Mr. Fuzzleton: Apologize to your guests for the terribly rude crash landing.

[Odinod]

OINKSALOT: Tip your hat at MS. PETUNIA RABBIT and prepare for the crash by making everyone some more hot chocolate...with LOVE.

[A Madman]

>Mr. Fuzzleton: Oh, isn't this the core of the apple! How can one truly enjoy a moment's respite when the dog's loose and the chain's taut? Certainly a gentleman of your caliber is in no position to deal efficiently with this upcoming event. Well, dash on down to the relaxation deck and warn your dear traveling companions of this disastrous new development.
Perhaps a daring yet admittedly bothersome escape is in order. No doubt our courageless pilot has dumped the milk before the train, the rapscallion! Perchance Oinksalot knows where the cache of parachutes are. Truly desperate times call for desperate measures, do they not?

SOMEONE KILL ME BEFORE MY SAYINGS START MAKING EVEN LESS SENSE

[RedMage]

Mr Fuzzleton: Reposition your MONOCLE in a most gentlemanly manner possible.

[McBatman]

>Mr. Fuzzleton: Oh, isn't this the core of the apple! How can one truly enjoy a moment's respite when the dog's loose and the chain's taut? Certainly a gentleman of your caliber is in no position to deal efficiently with this upcoming event. Well, dash on down to the relaxation deck and warn your dear traveling companions of this disastrous new development.
Perhaps a daring yet admittedly bothersome escape is in order. No doubt our courageless pilot has dumped the milk before the train, the rapscallion! Perchance Oinksalot knows where the cache of parachutes are. Truly desperate times call for desperate measures, do they not?

SOMEONE KILL ME BEFORE MY SAYINGS START MAKING EVEN LESS SENSE

FUZZLETON: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Downstairs, the party goers are having a rough time of their own. PETUNIA RABBIT has abandoned ship, using her PARASOL as a PARACHUTE. OINKSALOT is frozen in terror, as SHELDON TORTOISE runs about ON FIRE.

[RedMage]

Sun: Wake up and admire the beautiful AIRSHIP-SET

[McBatman]

Sun: Wake up and admire the beautiful AIRSHIP-SET

SUN: You wake up just as you're setting. You spot the AIRSHIP crashing in the distance.
"Ah, nothing like firey wreckage to end a beautiful day. Man, sucks to be those guys."

FUZZLETON: Several hours pass before you awaken. It is now well past sunset, and quite dark out. You see a light not too far from you. The remains of the S.S. SUNSHINE are well ablaze, illuminating the otherwise dark woods. You are alone.

[Odinod]

>OINKSALOT! OINKSALOT! Where are you, old chap?!

[McBatman]

>OINKSALOT! OINKSALOT! Where are you, old chap?!

FUZZLETON: "OIIIINKSALOOOOOOT!"
Your cries echo off into the night, but you still hear no replies.

Suddenly, a PIXIE flutters by.

[Pozeal]

>EAT THE PIXIE