The really really squishy stuff

Not sticky just squishy. Like trying to walk on either a down-filled matress or a water bed. Fun to bounce on. Good place for a nap within a nap.

I walk across...kind of. In order to get across it efficiently I had to kind of jump, and of course I thought that was excellent so I went all out. Sproinging across the stuff was the best thing that ever happened to me.

I decide to figure out how high I could go. I push off as hard as I could. It wasn't high enough, so when I came back down I pushed bounced off fervently and almost literally flew! I soared up, and over, and back down. Back up. I forgot about possibly going anywhere, I was totally absorbed in bouncing.

I bounce for so long that I totally lose track of everything else. I end up bouncing so high I end up on Mars...I guess I left.

I sproing again, but this time I'm trying to stop so I can go somewhere. I let go of Martin, and then pick him up again when I see that he can't get around on his short legs. I walk to Rainbow Road.

I am feeling really sick. Too much dizziness. I fall onto the squishy stuff and fall asleep.

i skip through the bouncy stuff i see someone asleep, i walk over and bounce near her.

I groan and stand, almost throwing up. I try to kick the person an end up falling over. I go back to sleep.

"Ug what a party pooper!" i do a backhand-spring away.

After a little bit I wake up. I go to my dream, my house.

"muhahah" i follow the person

i skip onot the squishy stuff, then decied to jump around for a while. When i was done i decided i would nap, a dream inside a dream, how weird. When i woke up i jumped around again.

I walk over and decide to start bouncing, knowing that the pickle army doesn't enjoy FUN.

"Are you sure the pickle army doesn't enjoy fun?" I too bounce, flip a few times, and bounce some more. "What's this made out of, anyway?"

"Uh... magic?" I guess, and nod in mid air. "That's probably why they didn't check the small house sooner. They thought it'd be fun. Though I guess they'll catch on eventually."

"Oh. Makes sense. Is there anywhere where we can be safe from those pickles?"

"Not that I've found," I shook my head. "But they hate fun. Fun and dingos."

"All we have to do is find some dingoes, then. Simple."

"Where on earth do you find dingos?" I wondered aloud.

"I dunno."

"That was helpful." I snorted.

"I know." I bounced some more.

I just rolled my eyes and kept bouncing.

"What is THAT?" I shout and point to a dot on the horizon.

"What?" I turn and squint. There IS a small dot, constantly making its way closer at the same pace. I widen my eyes. "It's... THE PICKLE ARMY." Well, most likely. Either way... "I've got to go!!!" I race away as fast as I can on this squishy stuff.