11 Mud, Glorious Mud!

CHAPTER 11 MUD, GLORIOUS MUD! Actually, when I say 'never to be seen again', what I really mean is 'never to be seen again until we struggled our way back up to the surface'—I was just trying to make it sound more exciting.

We were lost in a vast ocean of mud. For as far as we could see, there was nothing but mud: mud, mud, mud, mud, mud and… more mud.

But then, in the distance, we saw a tree—and not just any tree. It was our tree! 'There's our tree!' said Terry. 'It's come to save us!' 'Help us!' shouted Jill. 'We're over here!' We tried to swim towards it, but it was too difficult—the mud was so thick, we could barely move.

'If only we were in the treehouse,' said Terry, 'we could use the GRABINATOR to save ourselves.' 'But if we were in the treehouse we wouldn't need to be saved,' I said. 'Oh yeah,' said Terry. 'Good point. Hey, I know! We could use the voice activation option. On the count of three, everybody yell "GRAB"! One, two, three…'

It worked! One of the GRABINATOR's long arms extended up out of the tree, pulled us out of the mud and dropped us back into the safety of the treehouse.

'Well, we certainly got all the mud out of the bog toad,' said Terry. 'In fact, we got a lot more than I expected!' 'We sure did,' I said. 'But where are all the blobs?' 'I don't know,' said Jill. 'It's so hard to see anything in all this mud.' 'Wait,' said Terry. 'I think I can hear them. They're singing. Listen…' We all leaned out of the tree and put our heads close to the mud, and as we listened we heard the song that the blob had sung when it was telling its story.