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?

Dawge #68! The Glüps! (96)

Dawge was going on his mid-mid morning stroll through where the skeins of yarn grow, when he saw a giraffe. Of course, Dawge stopped and sat right in front of it because Dawge is a law abiding citizen now.

After exactly 2.3 seconds, Dawge got up, fed it a pickled pickle, and continued walking.

"Ahh," Dawge sighed, "What a great day. And just like Aardvark Q. Pook once wrote, 'The better your day gets, the older lemons will get.'"

Dawge soon saw a small gathering of trees, and peeked inside. Dawge was flabbergasted.

Inside, there was a village of Glüps*! Due to the green and blue buttons laying around, he could guess that it was Vote For Me Day!

Dawge, knowing how dangerous these creatures can be, stepped in cautiously.

One of the Glüps notices him coming in, and thought he was running for King**. 

The little Glüp ran up to his friend and shouted excitedly, "Glüp glüp!" 

"Glüp?! Glüp. Glüp glüp. GLÜP GLÜP GLÜP GLÜP GLÜP!!" His friend replied.

"Glüp glüp glüp," said the little Glüp to his other Glüp friend, "Glüp glüp glüp glüp glüp glüp glüp!"

Dawge could understand what they were saying, due to his Glüp translator. The conversation went like this:

"Hey, hey!"

"Huh?! Oh, it's you. DON'T EVER DO THAT AGAIN!!"

"No no no, you don't understand. I met one of the candidates!"

Dawge was then thrown up onto the tree trunk, where they would smack their buttons, and vote.

Dawge was nervous. Being the Glüps' King was a big responsibility. But he was willing to do it. 

He was up there with another Glüp running for Queen.

After 30 minutes, they finally figured out how buttons work. And that Dawge wasn't a Glüp, too.

"GLLLLÜÜÜÜÜP!!!" Shouted one of the Glüps.

It was a word Dawge never wanted to hear. "WAAAARRRRRR!!!"

All of a sudden, Dawge was swarmed by Glüps. All of them were bumping into him and making the noise of a squeaky toy.

If Dawge didn't run, he would've been...I don't know but probably something bad!

Luckily, Dawge got away from them and threw a giant mushroom behind him to keep them there forever. Unless they ask nicely.

The End 

*Glüps are creatures that have the nose of a turtle, derpy eyes, and a squiggle smile. They also float about one foot off the ground.

**Glüps live in a monarchy, but vote like it's a democracy. Who ever wins gets tiny sparkly wings that do absolutely nothing, but they look pretty (kinda)!

Super Dawg #8! Dr. Kaat Kidnaps Spork! (95)

Dawge and Spork were having a very insightful conversation on a beautiful Satuesday morning.
    "But is pudding really edibl-"
    Suddenly, Dr. Kaat appeared! "Hello, Dawge. Hello, Spork. Bad-bye, Dawge. Come with me, Spork." Dr. Kaat grabbed Spork's tail and flew away on his evil rocket-powered hover-blimp.
    "Spork! No!" Dawge called, "I'll get someone to save you!"
    Dawge ran home and danced Gangnam Style for 9.26 seconds to turn the toaster on his back into a suit of armor. He was now Super Dawg, the crime-fighting catfish! Super Dawg flew to Dr. Kaat's tower.
"Hello, Super Dawg," Dr. Kaat said, evilly, "I presume you came here to save Spork."
  "Nope. Just came by to give you your weekly lemon shipment. Your normal lemon delivery fish is busy today."
"What‽ He's never been busy! What's he doing?"
A sound came from behind Dr. Kaat which vaguely resembled the sound of a bathtub being drained. Then there was an explosion of rambutan juice, and a clown car came flying out from the blast in slow motion. The clown car proceeded to eat Dr. Kaat. Then one of the doors opened and out came Spork, followed by a fish with a tie that said Weeble-Wooble Lemon Delivery Service Inc.
"Saving Spork, ya smelly dog!"

The End