Part 2

Part Two: Unfortunate Happenings

Wotmikler Whiplertipple finished his food quickly and ran to the door. “Be careful,” Dopindipla Dearnorta called to him. “I will mum!” Wotmikler Whiplertipple put on his doll cap and ran outside. “I’ll show that Burrnick Bloaker how well I can jump vegetables!”

Wotmikler Whiplertipple was determined to jump the pumpkin that lay in his path. He ran up and jumped. “Ouch, you missed it!” Wotmikler Whiplertipple looked up. Fogbottler Fanusbee and Burrnick Bloaker had a sack in their arms. “Where is Lutinlimp Lidlalipack? Err… I mean, Todlitted Tobsy?” Fogbottler Fanusbee asked.

Wotmikler Whiplertipple looked down at Fogbottler Fanusbee’s left foot. “My father, Jumplopper Jocksinkler knew it! You’re in league with Lutinlimp Lidlalipack II! I see the white mark, I’m not blind.” “Answer Fogbottler Fanusbee’s question,” said Burrnick Bloaker. “I told you,” replied Wotmikler Whiplertipple. “Todlitted Tobsy died last week! You can ask my cousin Wablofglin Walbdlockskin!” Wotmikler Whiplertipple cried.

“That’s it! You won’t listen!” said Fogbottler Fanusbee. “You’re going to pay the price,” said Burrnick Bloaker. “We’ve taken Gawlbawla Gorkintina!” Shouted Fogbottler Fanusbee. They bounded off and hopped over the pumpkin.

“My,” said Wotmikler Whiplertipple “Gawlbawla Gorkintina is gone! What shall mother say? And father? I can’t let them know.” Wotmikler Whiplertipple ran into his bedroom, and grabbed some doll outfits. “I must run and find Gawlbawla Gorkintina before mother and father discover she’s gone!” Wotmikler Whiplertipple thought.

He ran out the door, hopped over an assortment of vegetables (including the pumpkin), and ran in the direction of Kolpernipsy Kongosliknickler, the wisest cricket’s (that ever lived) house.

When Wotmikler Whiplertipple arrived at Kolpernipsy Kongosliknickler’s house he found that he was not the only guest. His cousin, Wablofglin Walbdlockskin (who had run from Fogbottler Fanusbee and Burrnick Bloaker) was there along with his friend and colleague, Masofrine Mirgurgleflanty.

“Why,” cried Masofrine Mirgurgleflanty. “If it isn’t old Wotmikler Whiplertipple? Last time I saw you; you were in bed, sick with a case of Bluebunny sickness, weren’t you? Your hair sticks up now as much as it did then” He snorted in amusement (he wasn’t a nice sort of fellow). “If you’ll excuse me, Wablofglin Walbdlockskin and Mastfried Yourgurgly (or whatever your name might be), but I came with urgent business,” Announced Wotmikler Whiplertipple.

“What? What is the matter?” asked Wablofglin Walbdlockskin. “Why, its Gawlbawla Gorkintina, she’s gone!” cried Wotmikler Whiplertipple. “I’ll be back,” said Wablofglin Walbdlockskin.