Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Adventures of Grauff, Vol. 1: Times Square

For months, the Grauff has been acting really messed up towards us for keeping him locked up in the dining room all day and night. He demanded we take him to Times Square to meet Elmo, or else he was going to splinter us between the toes in our sleep. I said to him, "Bah! Y'all got little rat legs, you can't even walk up the stairs, let alone open up my chamber door". And then he bit me.

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.
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We made our way across the Brooklyn Bridge, posing and faking smiles with the Grauff for his camera.
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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.
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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.
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Finally, we spotted the red rat behind some shrubbery. Grauff puked he was so nervous! BEST DAY EVS!
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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.
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TO BE CONTOVRE...

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