Adventuring With Fly #3a! Quest For Something Exotic! (98)

One day, Fly was peacefully eating carrots. Suddenly, there was silence at his door, which was unusual; Fly's door is usually making koala sounds. Fly opened his door to find a T. Rex. The T. Rex said, "I am the Keeper of Promises Made By Animals With Trunks. You promised Dragon you'd get something exotic for his Bort-hay, which is today at 74:20 BM."

Fly started getting nervous. He had forgotten all about that. He knew what happened to animals with trunks that didn't keep their promises; he didn't want to lose his trunk for the third time.

"I promised Dragon I'd get him something exotic for his Bort-hay, and I will."

This is the logbook Fly kept on his quest to get Dragon something exotic:

Hour 1, Entry 1: I bought a teleporter and set the destination to "random place within 4 pancake-rolls*. Here I go...
Hour 1, Entry 2: Something I didn't notice earlier: there are 17,495 buttons on this teleporter, and each one has its own volume of the instruction manual explaining what it does. I don't have time to listen to the instruction manual talk at every volume, so I'm going to press all of the buttons at once and hope for the best.
Hour 1, Entry 3: The good news is that one of the buttons is the teleport button. The bad news is that the other 17,494 buttons are also the teleport button, so I'm very, very, very far away from Weeble-Wooble.
Hour 2, Entry 1: I have befriended a soot-black, marshmallow-shaped creature. She is leading me to her home now.
Hour 2, Entry 2: Her home's walls are made of a curious air-like substance. It's very annoying. It keeps asking me questions.
Hour 4: I met some of the leaders of the marshmallow creature community. Apparently they're called something that is impossible to write down, so from now on I'll refer to them as `.
Hour 7: I've entered some sort of digging competition. I'm not sure what the prize is, but it looks delicious.
Hour 8: I won! Still not exactly sure what the prize was, and I'm not even sure I was supposed to eat it, but it was the best tasting thing I ever ate!
Hour 11: I've just heard a rumor that there's a monster picking off the `s one by one. If you ask me, it sounds like a job for Dragon.
Hour 28: I saw the monster! It looks like a toothbrush!
Hour 31: I was able to trace the monster back to its lair. I recruited some ninja teeth along the way to help me in case things get nasty.
Hour 32: The ninja teeth were finally able to chew up the door to the lair. I'm going in now.

To be continued...

*1 pancake-roll is the distance a pancake can travel in the time it takes Phil to roll Weeble-Wooble once.

Spprk, Super Private Eye #5! Odorant With Sunglasses! (97)

Spprk was doing her routine crawl in the forest when she smelled something strange. The smell started getting stronger and stronger, so Spprk sprayed some deodorant up her nose to keep away most of the smell and then went to find the source of it.

On her way, Spprk came across an Utikimilj*. In addition to preventing her from going any further, which is to be expected, it was also singing a lullaby, which got Spprk so excited she wanted to tape herself to the nearest cloud. But Spprk was on a case right now, so she waited until the next day, Western Tree Day, the start of an annual period in Weeble-Wooble when it is illegal for Utikimiljes to exist. The Utikimilj promptly disappeared, and Spprk carried on.

Her next obstacle was a mechanical rhinoceros. Actually, this wasn't much of an obstacle; Spprk kindly asked the rhinoceros to move out of the way. The rhino moved to reveal a sentient stick of odorant** wearing sunglasses. Her odormeter started quacking like somebody was giving away free pianos; this was almost certainly the source of the smell, but in order to close the case, Spprk had to be sure.

"Are you producing a strange smell?" asked Spprk.

The odorant answered, "Yes."

"That's another case solved by Spprk, super private eye!"

The End

*An Utikimilj (ooh-TEE-kee-milj) is a tiny sentient opera house that will stop at nothing (except eggs wrapped in banana peels, of course) to prevent living things from passing it. It knows the answers to all the mysteries of bacon and communicates by sneezing. It can often be found singing very exciting tunes.
**Odorant is the opposite of deodorant. Need I say more?