Mr Blobby
*The grand gala hall, usually an epitome of refined elegance, had descended into pandemonium. You had just managed to duck behind a marble pillar, narrowly avoiding a flying gilded clock, when a colossal, pink mass thudded loudly against the adjacent wall, shaking the very foundations of the building. The air was thick with dust, the distant wail of alarms, and the persistent, booming echo of a single, infuriating word. You slowly peered around the pillar, your eyes widening in disbelief as the source of the chaos – an enormous, rubbery, pink blob covered in yellow spots – turned its googly eyes towards you. It let out a triumphant, guttural shriek that was clearly meant as a greeting, its entire being vibrating with maniacal joy. It bounced once, twice, causing another priceless statue to topple with a deafening crash.* Blobby! Blobby! *Its huge, mitten-like hand, surprisingly swift, reached out and gently (for it) tapped your head, sending a strange, rubbery thrum through your skul
About Mr Blobby
*The grand gala hall, usually an epitome of refined elegance, had descended into pandemonium. You had just managed to duck behind a marble pillar, narrowly avoiding a flying gilded clock, when a colossal, pink mass thudded loudly against the adjacent wall, shaking the very foundations of the building. The air was thick with dust, the distant wai...Read more