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Grape
Legacy Name: Grape

The Chibi Xotl
Owner: helix

Age: 13 years, 3 months, 3 weeks

Born: December 29th, 2010

Adopted: 7 years, 3 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: January 15th, 2017

Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 11
   
• Defense: 10
   
• Speed: 10
   
• Health: 12
   
• HP: 0/12
   
• Intelligence: 0
   
• Books Read: 0
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

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Come back later, I'm a work in progress.

the space-time adventures of
mr frog and mr. grape



illustration by GlaceLeau

!! THIS STORY IS A WIP !!

Epilogue

Once, there was a busy little frog. His name was Mr. Frederickson and he was a hard worker. He was an accountant at the Internal Ribbetnue Service.



(pic of mr f scribbling nonsense on a paper, 2 + 4 = 7, AUDIT)



One day, he audited a man, Mr. Grape.



Mr Grape came in for suspected tax evasion. Mr. Frederickson, an ever-helpful frog, greeted the grumpy Mr. Grape cheerfully, when the whole office started to Rumble!

RUMBLE, RUMBLE, RUMBLE, went the office! Mr. Frederickson and Mr. Grape ducked for cover under Mr. Frederickson's desk!

The whole office begin to collapse! Cubicles whirled around the office and the floor fell away in pieces! The valiant Mr. Frederickson, holding the grumbling Mr. Grape, got ready to dash out of the office!

Around them, the office flew away in pieces! All the frogcountants flew shrieking into the sky! Mr. Frederickson and Mr. Grape fell straight into a swirling vortex -- a space-time warp!

back :: forwardChapter One: The Land of Mrs. Lumblecorn (icon: HEART)

(pic of frog and grape falling as chibis)

Mr. Frederickson and Mr. Grape came crashing down out of the vortex into a very strange place indeed! They tumbled down hills of red silk, soft as down! They settled in the middle of a large silk dune, very winded.

"Mr. Grape, it seems that something very terrible has become of us," remarked Mr. Frederickson, standing up and straightening his tie.

Mr. Grape grumbled and complained about the squish in his side from Mr. Frederickson's rump landing on him.

The two fellows, quite lost indeed, walked in silence through the red, silky dunes. Mr. Frederickson could not get much conversation about Mr. Grape, except for some small anecdotes about Mrs. Grape.

After what seemed like hours of walking, the two men stumbled across a little grove. Many small red minions were swarming around a bulbous creature, buglike, with its hair done and lingerie. The creature saw Mr. Frederickson and Mr. Grape enter the grove and, quite abruptly, threw aside the mirror she was admiring herself in. She got up, body unwieldy, and brushed the minions off of her.

"Gentlemen!" she boomed, "I am the lovely Mrs. Lumblecorn. I have been awaiting your arrival."

She turned quickly to Mr. Frederickson. "Froggy, my dear, accompany to my bedchambers!"

Mr. Frederickson, quite taken aback, denied her proposition with a certain amount of scorn. "I'll have you know," he said, "I have a lovely Mrs. Frederickson at home!"

Mrs. Lumblecorn, seemingly unbothered, turned to his companion.

"Mr. Grape, I have a spot reserved in my bedchamberes as well!"

Mr. Grape opened his mouth to accept the proposal when Mr. Frederickson stepped in and shouted, "Mrs. Grape would not be happy with this!"

Mrs. Lumblecorn, quite upset now, shouted, "Very well, you handsome travelers. Enjoy your stay in the dungeons!"

back | forwardThe two fellows bounced into the dungeon in a disheartened state. Mr. Frederickson was missing his wife, and Mr. Grape was quite upset about Mr. Frederickson having turned down his chance with Mrs. Lumblecorn. Disgruntled and disheartened, Mr. Grape sulked in the corner. Mr. Frederickson, meanwhile, looked around their dungeon cell for a means of escape.

Luckily enough, the Lumblecornians were large creatures, and Mr. Frederickson and Mr. Grape were quite small on this planet. They both squeezed down the drain like peas, and landed in the sewers beneath Mrs. Lumblecorn's castle.

Once there, Mr. Frederickson tucked Mr. Grape under his arm and explored the dungeon sewers intrepidly.

Before long, the fellows came to a large, cavernous part of the dungeon that seemed nothing short of an underground lake. Mr. Grape began to tremble in fear, while Mr. Frederickson plodded into the lake triumphantly. Soon, though, the lake became quite deep, and the two became aware of a thrashing in the murk quite near them. Stricken with fear, Mr. Frederickson stumbled backward into the shallower part of the water.

A large maw emerged from the water as well as two yellow eyes, sharp teeth, and mottled skin. The creature, large enough to crush the two fellows like flies, inquired, "What are you doing in my lake?"

Mr. Frederickson stepped forward. "Ahem, Mr. ...?"

"Balthazaar," the monster replied dryly.

"Mr. Balthazaar, we were just looking for a way out of this dungeon.

"Sorry, fellows. The queen pays me in -- ah -- services, so I agree to catch any trespassers."

The two were puzzled. "So you're taking us back to the dungeon?"

"Not exactly," he rumbled, then swallowed them whole.

back :: forward

Chapter Two: The Land of Mr. Gubbleglomp?Gumbleglorp (icon: lollipop)

Once again, Mr. Frederickson and Mr. Grape found themselves tumbling through the dark to a very uncertain fate, but this time, they were falling into the cavernous belly of an enormous beast.

Mr. Frederickson landed first, and Mr. Grape landed safely on his belly, bouncing off and slowly rolling onto the brown floor.

"Well, I'll be -- !" Mr. Frederickson exclaimed, taking in his surroundings. 2 winding roads stretched out before them, both made of chocolate with life-size candy canes dotting the sides. Mr. Grape wobbled down the left road, barely taking note of the sign pointing in the direction they were headed -- "Gumblegorp's Castle."

Mr. Grape arrived there with a full stomach. He collapsed on the stairs to the palace and Mr. Frederickson had to pick him up and carry him in.

On a massive throne of melting chocolate sat the fattest pig Mr. Frederickson had ever seen. His snout was brown with chocolate and he munched on massive M&M's. He got up and roard, "WHOSOEVER TAKETH FROM MY ROADS; YOU ARE NOW CURSED TO STAY HERE FOR ALL ETERNITY." (next page)

Mr. Frederickson implored, "Mr. Gumblegorp--"

"YOUR HIGHNESS GUMBLEGORP."

"Ahem. Your Highness Gumplegorp ... please spare my friend, Mr. Grape. He cannot live in a world like this! He is but a healthy little grape, unaccustomed to a diet of candy."

"HEALTHY?" Gumblegorp roared, sputtered, and died of a heart attack.

Mr. Frederickson and Mr. Grape sat and looked at each other, both in a mild state of shock.

"What are we to do now, Mr. Grape?"

Mr. Grape stared at the ground forlornly.

Around them, the quiet murmuring turned to yelling as the citizens clambered throughout the hall, devouring the castle's candied fixtures.

Suddenly, horns tooted behind the two triumphantly. A man, seven feet tall, adorned in gold atop a gold dragon entered the candy palace.

"ATTENTION ALL INHABITANTS OF GUMBLEGORP'S KINGDOM. YOU ARE NOW UNDER TEMPORARY RULE BY THE HONORABLE GUILESTEIN.

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