A Chapter That Is Bigger than An Ant's Left Nostril
Rule Number 26 in the Q Dimension: Do not obey Rule Number 26.
En masse, the five mini-Ernies not containing an Ernie rushed the mini-Ernie containing an Ernie, containing him within mini-tes. Having contained him (in a handy containing container that had been contained in the dark and mysterious truck) the five (not to be confused with the Furious Five, Famous Five, or Fast and Furious Five) turned their gaze onto the Martin they considered most likely to be able to help them (with Mini-Ernie-Larry politely redirected to Steinhoffenburger by Johnson upon choosing incorrectly).
"So," Mini-Ernie-Roger, taking the role of spokes-Ernie, asked Martin Steinhoffenburger, "You're a famous former astrophysicist. How would you suggest we get out of this situation?"
Steinhoffenburger furrowed his brow and pondered the problem before him. A few moments passed, and then he sighed. It was no use, he couldn't think of a way to get his two dollars back.. Having given up on his predicament for now, he turned his attention to the question that had been asked of him.
"Sorry, what? I wasn't listening."
For his inattention, Steinhoffenburger received a number of mini-kicks in the shins, and a repeat of the question.
Turning his great intellect to the problem,Steinhoffenburger quickly deduced a solution (after all, returning disembodied-voices from mini-sixth-of-an-original-person bodies to their original pre-black-hole/pre-cat/pre-mini-Ernie conditions is far easier than getting change returned).
Using mainly spoons, Steinhoffenburger quickly put together a rudimentary de-mini-body-and-restoring-original-pre-disembodied-form-inator and focussed it one by one on each of the five. With a loud and expensively-created sound effect each of the five found themselves transformed back into their original human form within moments, and there was a congratulatory round of high-fiving to celebrate. Even ROGER seemed to be in his original form and not suffering the effects of Ernie's evil shapeshifting plot.
With Ernie still miniature and locked in a container, his minions felt free to ignore him, and cross to the 'good side' in order to enjoy one of those Asterix-style end-of-adventure feasts, including (to Roger's great joy) watermelon, provided by Mamma Ville Jeenius (indirectly, thanks to Dark and Mysterious Driver having snuck a few extra slices of Watermelon Pie during dinner and now bringing them out to share).
Yes, it seemed that good had triumphed over evil, that peace was reigning in that little village we know so well, and that the confusing collection of Rogers, Harolds, Martins and Ernies might be on the brink of finishing their adventure.
"A toast," ROGER said, raising his glass around the large banqueting table that had been procurred from some random location, "To Roger, without whom I'd still be at risk of turning into a used car salesman named Frank, and whom sorted that whole problem by... uh..."
He paused.
"Wait... did we really stop that whole process, or did we just ignore it while I was disembodied?"
POP!
And ROGER turned into a used car salesman named Frank.
"Daang," he muttered, "That sucks."
THE END
Previous Chapter
En masse, the five mini-Ernies not containing an Ernie rushed the mini-Ernie containing an Ernie, containing him within mini-tes. Having contained him (in a handy containing container that had been contained in the dark and mysterious truck) the five (not to be confused with the Furious Five, Famous Five, or Fast and Furious Five) turned their gaze onto the Martin they considered most likely to be able to help them (with Mini-Ernie-Larry politely redirected to Steinhoffenburger by Johnson upon choosing incorrectly).
"So," Mini-Ernie-Roger, taking the role of spokes-Ernie, asked Martin Steinhoffenburger, "You're a famous former astrophysicist. How would you suggest we get out of this situation?"
Steinhoffenburger furrowed his brow and pondered the problem before him. A few moments passed, and then he sighed. It was no use, he couldn't think of a way to get his two dollars back.. Having given up on his predicament for now, he turned his attention to the question that had been asked of him.
"Sorry, what? I wasn't listening."
For his inattention, Steinhoffenburger received a number of mini-kicks in the shins, and a repeat of the question.
Turning his great intellect to the problem,Steinhoffenburger quickly deduced a solution (after all, returning disembodied-voices from mini-sixth-of-an-original-person bodies to their original pre-black-hole/pre-cat/pre-mini-Ernie conditions is far easier than getting change returned).
Using mainly spoons, Steinhoffenburger quickly put together a rudimentary de-mini-body-and-restoring-original-pre-disembodied-form-inator and focussed it one by one on each of the five. With a loud and expensively-created sound effect each of the five found themselves transformed back into their original human form within moments, and there was a congratulatory round of high-fiving to celebrate. Even ROGER seemed to be in his original form and not suffering the effects of Ernie's evil shapeshifting plot.
With Ernie still miniature and locked in a container, his minions felt free to ignore him, and cross to the 'good side' in order to enjoy one of those Asterix-style end-of-adventure feasts, including (to Roger's great joy) watermelon, provided by Mamma Ville Jeenius (indirectly, thanks to Dark and Mysterious Driver having snuck a few extra slices of Watermelon Pie during dinner and now bringing them out to share).
Yes, it seemed that good had triumphed over evil, that peace was reigning in that little village we know so well, and that the confusing collection of Rogers, Harolds, Martins and Ernies might be on the brink of finishing their adventure.
"A toast," ROGER said, raising his glass around the large banqueting table that had been procurred from some random location, "To Roger, without whom I'd still be at risk of turning into a used car salesman named Frank, and whom sorted that whole problem by... uh..."
He paused.
"Wait... did we really stop that whole process, or did we just ignore it while I was disembodied?"
POP!
And ROGER turned into a used car salesman named Frank.
"Daang," he muttered, "That sucks."
THE END
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