Nube had been gardening and had scratched his arm. What he needed was a quick glaze to smooth over the cut. But where was his egg white glaze that he always keeps close?
'MWAHAHAHAHAA' U. Eppendorf cackled! She was extremely happy with herself and the cunning evil plan she had successfully hatched. Egg white glaze stealing is something the marshmallow mafia does best, and tipped off by the sly dragon as to where Nube kept his stash, it was an easy task. Then, the letter was sent:
Noob, wHerE is Yor glaZe? iS it in thE lAByRinth oF mystIC jeLLY beans?
Although he knew that the Labyrinth would be hard and perilous from the stories told by the families of those lost to the labyrinth. He also knew this was set up by the evil dragon as a way to kill him without looking like the bad guy. But Nube had to go, it was a matter of honour, no one messes with a gingerbread man's glaze!
Nube travelled the 600km to the entrance of the Labyrinth of Jelly Beans on his cotton tractor which he had borrowed from 'The Wise Fish' Phil and George.
The entrance smelled sweet, as you would expect, but with a hint of feet, the smell of danger. As Nube proceeded into the maze of mystically multicoloured sugar lumps the door behind him locked, the world spun and a voice boomed 'Open the tin can in front of you or wither and die in this room forever, hahaHAHAHA!'
Hmmm, a troublesome task for a gingerbread man with no fingers. 'Ha!' Nube thought, 'It would have defeated say a goat but not a gingerbread man. Of course my baking spatula that I always keep handy in case I ever lose a limb, similar to a boy scout carrying a 10p piece.' Nube managed to stab the tin and lever the lid open. He soon as he did so stars leaped from the can and Nube felt something pull him feet first through the floor into a deep pool of swirling syrup.
'What smells wiffy and eats it's own kind while living a life in liquid? Answer me this and you will be one step closer to your beloved farm!' Nube thought long and hard, drooling with concentration, even consulting his dictionary of 'how to think long and hard about riddles'.
'A fish! Its a fish!'
Suddenly the syrup drained in a whirlpool and shot Nube into a thin corridor. As he walked through towards a door at the far end the ceiling became the floor and the inside became the outside.
Now Nube was, as common sense would suggest, illiterate. This helped a great deal when it came to choosing which bottle to drink from in the test before him. 2 poisons and 1 safe drink:
one clear and sparkly,
one was purple and bubbly
one was in an opaque container with the words 'THIS IS POISON' on it
Loving the funny squiggles on the opaque bottle and with no verbal instructions Nube glugged away, and behold! It wasn't the poison after all but another Labyrinth deceit! Task completed, YAY! Not only this but his glaze appeared on the table in front...
'HAHHAHAHA, you think it's all over now don't you....but let us see if you can get out as easily as you got in!!!'
34 hours later...
by this point the tasks were getting harder and more dangerous...alas, during hand to hand combat with an overgrown walnut with 12 arms, Nube suddenly noticed a bright green sign flashing 'EMERGENCE EXIT, PUSH TO OPEN' Nube knew this one, Wells had informed him what this sign said during their quick escape from last weeks bank heist. He made a dash and busted through the iron doors, exploding into his own garden with the most inelegant role. Home. Safe. Repaired scratch. Job done.
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