I tried finding it myself when I first moved here but. hey, I just remembered! I've heard that below the subway, there's a cave with lots of treasure. And, I doubt my mom would help me anyway. That's why we had to buy this tiny house right next to the subway. I don't suppose you know where we can get enough money. "Ok," Blob thought aloud, "we'll just need to acquire the proper funds. "That's illegal! Besides, the owners - Dave and Rick - are crooks who wouldn't think twice about killing us both." Hmm, sounds similar to my planet's situation. "So they've decided to take advantage of you humans by inflating their prices to insane levels, knowing full well a person would pay anything if they're so desperate. But it's now the only place on Earth to get them - " Their prices are really, really high though. "The health food store down the street sells lots of vitamins. "We have learned that your planet is the closest source of the vitamins we so desperately need. "Why not someone like you?" Blob sympathetically asked. ![]() But, why do you need someone like me? Why did you come to Earth?" "Will you help?"Īfter wiping his eyes, Boy puffed out his chest, looked proudly at Blob, and proclaimed, "You can count on me. "Even you?" Boy asked, regretting what he said earlier. I need to get vitamins to my people soon or they will die." "'Nothing but sweets' sounds great!" Boy said smiling. ![]() He forces us to eat nothing but sweets and won't allow us to consume healthy things like vitamins." "On the planet I'm from, Blobolonia™, an evil emperor has assumed power over my kind. I've traveled many galaxies to find someone suitable to assist me in my mission." "Why yes I am," Blobert replied, "but please call me Blob. Rifling through his notebook, Boy soon came across a picture of an alien blob. Within moments, Boy recalled how he drew something like this just like this a few days ago. "What!? I don't believe it! It worked! It worked!!!" Boy screamed as he studied the blob-like creature before him. Just then, amazingly, a creature fell from the heavens and landed with a thud in front of Boy. "I wish I had a real friend," he whispered with tears welling in his eyes. Grasping a pencil in his right hand, he began doodling when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a shooting star. ![]() Tired of spending the evening reading comics in his room, Boy figured he'd sit on the front porch with his notebook, the one in which he draws his friends, imaginary though they are. ![]() It doesn't help being a total spaz either. As you can see, Boy has had it rough since the day he was born. There is no better evidence of this than the fact that his parents never even bothered naming him, figuring he wasn't worth the effort. Nobody liked him, and nobody pretended to. Every time he'd try to start a conversation with his classmates, or join in on any of the games they played during recess, he'd get mocked. Though he and his mother had moved to the area well over 2 years ago, Boy has yet to make any friends. It's Friday night, and once again, Boy was at home with nothing to do and nobody to see. Available in five versions: low/normal quality DivX, and normal/high/low quality H.264 MPEG-4. Speed run of A Boy and His Blob: Trouble on Blobolonia with 100%, done on June 14 2007.
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