Abominable Gumble Bottersnikes & Gumbles

Terror swept through every corner of the junkyard.

The sickening sound of snikes being torn limb from limb

until the only thing left

was a pile of waxy, stinking, smouldering snikers.

-Nnah!

-What did it? Tell us!

A creature more fearsome than the deadliest snike.

It was the giant snike-eating Abominable Gumble.

Bounce, don't do that!

Snikes...nearly... spanked me.

Ha-ha.

What were you thinking, gumbling around Snike Hill on your own?

I wish we could keep those scaly slime buckets away from

the gumble tree for good.

The Abominable Gumble could do it.

It could if it existed. But it doesn't.

Gosh, no, because I made it up.

But what if it did exist? Or, what if the snikes thought it did?

Huh?!

Five good predictions in five days.

You're on a roll, windbag.

Give me another and I might not sit on your head.

Luck, your fetid putridness. Pure luck.

Weather prediction is a mysterious art.

There are things we can't understand. Blurgh, blurgh!

Whatever! Just tell me the weather.

-FLIES BUZZ

-Ooh, it could be anything.

Wind, sun, rain.

Unpredictable weather should be blamed on gumbles.

Squidgy, disgustable gumbles!

And on forces, forces bigger than you or I forces, I say.

Forces! Bigger,

big forces.

Gumbles. Yes, wah! Wah! Wah!

She says gumbles are up to something.

Get off your lazy, scaly bottom and bring me one now!

I am going to squeeze a confession out of them.

Of course, your malodorousness. There is nothing I'd rather do.

And what's going to bring the snikes to the Abominable Gumble cage.

Me being a genius, that's what! Get a whiff of this.

Mwah! Smells like snike bum.

Hah. They'll chuck their grubs for it.

That's my plan.

Ha-ha, ha-ha!

Testing, testing. 1-2, 1-2.

Hello, junkyard.

Ha-ha, ha-ha!

Come on. The sooner we catch a gumble,

the sooner I can ditch you two snotgobblers.

-SNIFF SNIFF!

-Mwah, huh, huh!

Get a load of this!

Mm! Old slippers with a hint of...

armpit. Divine.

-Ha-ha.

-No!

-Gumbles.

-No, it's gone.

What's gone?

-What's it on about?

-The Abominable Gumble has escaped.

-You mean the giant snike-eating Abominable Gumble?

-Yes.

The giant snike-eating Abominable Gumble.

Giant what?

Giant snike eating Abominable Gumble, you say?

The one with the really sharp teeth that eats snikes?

-Eats snikes?!

-Rubbish! Gumble-busting claptrap.

Time for the Abominable Gumble. RARARARGHH!

Typical. You want something doing...

RAAARGH!

Maybe it can wait.

Ha-ha!

-That was grubdacious!

-They totally bought it.

-Come on.

-Last one back is a wompuss!

-I'm sure they believed us. Maybe.

I'll just make sure.

FLIES BUZZ

A giant snike-eating gumble?

If you ask me, it is a load of old...

Weathersnike warned us about gumble forces at work.

And what did you do about it?

Nothing. I should sit on your head.

-Y-Y-Your vileness...

-Shut up!

There is a giant snike-eating gumble in the junkyard.

Everyone is to stay near their beloved king

and keep him safe.

And above all, catch that thing.

Excuse me, your scaliness.

Far be it from me to question your superior intellect

but how exactly are we going to catch it if we have to stay here?

-Yes, sorry. Stupid question.

-Ha-ha!

Time for part two of Operation Abominable Gumble. Who's in?

-There's a part two?

-Oh, come on.

Can't have part one without part two.

Argh!

You're in my spot, you scaly old phoney.

I think you'll find it is her spot now.

Go and make yourself useful and catch that giant gumble.

Yes, your vileness. Of course. Giant gumble.

I'll catch one of those grub guzzlers myself

and spang the truth out of it.

-Loving your work, footgumble.

-Oh, it's nothing.

-Snike!

-Crumble guts. Quick. Hide!

I don't think this is a good idea.

-The king said...

-I don't care what the king said.

We will catch one of these little grubbers

and squeeze it till the truth pops right out.

Ah! Giant gumble!

Oh, for snot's sake.

In light of this new evidence, those snikes leave Snike Hill.

Your scaliness, if they are real footprints, why do they just stop?

Ooh!

Sorry, your vileness.

Another stupid question and another wonderful chance

to admire your superbly fetid tail.

Ah, fetid tail!

-Best tink ever. Ta-dah.

-Gross. I like it. What is it?

Half-eaten snike tail.

-Whoa.

-Ha-ha, not a real one.

A bit of mattress stuffing and some paint. Pretty good, huh?

And what exactly are you planning to do with it?

Ow!

Abominable Gumble. Ha-ha-ha.

There is a snike-eating gumble here in my very own junkyard.

ALL: Yes.

It will eat me...us in our beds. ALL: Yes.

Yes.

We must attack.

ALL: Yes!

What? No.

Let's kill the giant gumble and destroy the gumble tree.

Now, before I sit on your heads!

CHANTING: Kill, kill, kill.

Oh, crumble guts.

CHANTING: Kill the giant gumble.

I see the problem.

They won't rest until they have killed a giant gumble.

A giant gumble which doesn't even exist.

Oh, yes, that is about the size of it. I'm sorry.

I was so sure they would leave forever.

CHANTING: Kill the giant gumble. Kill the giant gumble.

-Ha-ha!

-This had better be a good one, Tink.

It is. We will give them that giant gumble.

That is what got us into this mess in the first place.

CHANTING: Kill the giant gumble! Kill the giant gumble.

Kill the giant gumble!

It's real!

Don't eat me. Eat her.

Eat her.

Argh!

Is it...? Did I...?

-You killed it.

-I did. I mean, I did. Yes, I did.

Obviously I did. Who else was going to do it?

Wait till the king hears what a hero I am.

LAUGHTER

-We did it.

-Did you see their faces?

-"Eat her, eat her!"

Ha-ha.

Haven't gumbled like that in years.

So, who is coming to see if the snikes

really think they killed the Abominable Gumble? Ha-ha!

Ah, yes, well, I fought the giant snike-eating gumble for hours,

such strength, such prowess.

You didn't even believe in it!

Oh, shut up or I will sit on someone's head.

Oh, you should, my liege.

-Hers.

-What? No! His.

Right, that's it!

He went for the double-header.

Oh, that's got to hurt.