It wasn't easy getting him on the subway. The giraffe alarm went off, so we had to think fast. We left a trail of Cinnamon Toast Crunch for the guards to follow - right into a pit of lava. The train came rushing by and we hopped quickly aboard.

We made our way across the Brooklyn Bridge, posing and faking smiles with the Grauff for his camera.


Times Square was still miles away. We used our Magic Flute the Princess gave us after beating Level 8, and rode the back of tornado all the way to the Millennium Ball.

Time was of the essence, Grauff had to get back home by 3 to watch Maury Povich. Still, he refused to leave without meating Elmo.

Finally, we spotted the red rat behind some shrubbery. Grauff puked he was so nervous! BEST DAY EVS!

Moral of the story - you get what you want when you bite people.
To keep his mind off of eating us all in our sleep, we've been forging him a new friend (below) from the depths of the swamp. He should be parachuting on to our roof any day now, upon which is will receive a hot bath and some tomato soup with croutons.

TO BE CONTOVRE...
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