#5 Pit Helps Bob Save The Moon ~ part 2

...continued from part 1…

As soon as the clock struck midnight, Pit pulled Bob into the car and dashed of to the fashion show.

“Bob, when we are there, sneak through the back door and run on stage and put your nose on the cat walk,” instructed Pit.

Bob nodded. He looked dazed from the preparation. The moment they arrived, Bob dashed out and everything was like clock work. The second his nose touched the runway, his running nose dragged him forward. His nose ran so fast he caught a flu and he was airborne!

“I’m flu-ing!” Bob exclaimed.

“Go Bob! Save the moon!” Pit shouted.

Inch by inch Bob ascended up into the sky. The moon was getting bigger and bigger, nearer and nearer, further and further!! No! This isn’t right!

Panicking, Bob realises that he’s flu too high!

“Help! Help!” cries Bob.

Suddenly, a meteor hit Bob, sending him flying towards the moon.

Crash.

“Hey, pretty boy, what do you think you’re doing?” said the Moon.

“I’m Bob and I’m here to fill you up, Mr. Moon,” proclaimed Bob ever humbly.

“It’s Miss Moon to you,” said the Moon, “Do I sound at all manly?”

Trying to avoid the ever ponderous debate that ensues mistaken gender identities, Bob pulled out all the blue cheese from his clown suit. He starts to put it on the Moon, filling every hole and making the Moon round again. The Moon was rather amused.

“Bob, I can’t thank you enough,” said the grateful Moon, “But you must go now, there’s a gang of shooting stars on their way.”

Bob nodded and looked down at the earth. Pressed his nose on the Moon and took off! He waved as He flu back to earth.

To his horror, the space rats that come once in a blue moon appeared and started eating the Moon!

“No!!” screamed Bob. He tried to turn back, but gravity had a strong grip on him and his flu was getting better.

Just when the Moon was about to be completely consumed, the gang of shooting stars appeared. As the old folks say, “Them gunslingers took ‘em down good!”

Bob was relieved. For a while. He realised he no longer had a flu and was free falling.

In one day, the Moon was returned to its full glory for a while, shooting stars had a space rat barbeque and Bob lost eighty percent of his height.