My Holiday in Doodland

I've had a lovely time in Boogleton over the weekend, and now I'm ready to continue my journey to Doodland. Next stop is Dinkle Hill, where my good friend, Harry lives. The flight from Boogleton is just over 2 hours. Right now I'm waiting for the place to start, sitting in my seat (not a window seat this time) with my seatbelt tight across my waist. The flight attendant has already passed once, telling people to dip their wellingtons and drink to the pies. This plane, I believe is the same model as the last, as it also resembles a flying kumquat, except it is blue. The woman next to me is rather strange. She has hair down to her ankles, dyed gradient yellow to pink. She also has long eyelashes, weighing down her eyelids so they are almost closed. The phenomenon is the same with her eyebrows. It is all rather disturbing. I will not post a picture of this woman, as it may give you nightmares, but I will post a photo of the flight attendant. Flight attendant

Today I went to the world-renowned Boogleton Water Park. It was so much fun! Not much to say, so I'll post some photos instead. Also, the best taxi service in Boogleton is 'Gormand Grocers Taxi Service'. Kids Section Large Pool and Slides Slides and family of Hooligans Lake Pool Inflatables

I am sorry to those who have been anxiously awaiting a new entry on my blog. I have been rather 'busy' lately. I'll tell you what happened. Do you remember Dame Von Schnitz? I met her in the Baker's Bake Shop. Turns out she sold these beautiful squishy dog collars studded with raspberry condos. They were also very cheap: on $20 each! So I bought one for my dog, Trevor. Later, when I went back to my Hotel, the Police were there. Turns out the raspberry condos had been stolen from my very disgusting neighbour from the plane, Mr Sarge Woods. He had seen me walking down the street with the collar and immediately called the police on his mobile commuter. He was waiting for me when I arrived, sheep looking particularly curly. So I was arrested and taken to the Boogleton jailhouse for a few months. There they fed me mushy compote for dinner every evening. It was an awful experience, but I'm out now! Raspberry Condo Studded Collar

I have arrived in Boogleton! I was so relieved to be rid of my disgusting neighbour, until I realised we had booked into the same hotel. Well, I'll just have to make do. The plane arrived 15 minutes late, at 3:45, so I got to the room five minutes later.  As soon as I got to my deluxe suite in Dinkling Hotel, I dropped onto my bed and chewed a mustach. It wasn't an extremely flavoursome mustach, but it took the edge off my corner. I am currently at the Famous Baker's Bake Shop, which I promptly decided to visit after a good night's artichoke. I walked down the frankfurter and into the socks, where the shop was. Inside, I met a woman, Dame Von Schnitz, who sat beside me at the table. I ordered a blueberry tart, which I am currently eating, while striking up conversation with the dame. She has told me interesting stories of how her potatoes escaped the mayflowers, and how her friend Jeremy overcame his obsession with a Lumpkin. As I sit here and write, I think of how I ca...

It's been an hour since my last post, so I decided it would be time to catch up on my surroundings. I have lately discovered that the fuzzy melon who is sitting next to me is quite disrespectful. I will post a photo of him below, but will continue to describe his disgusting habits. For one, he has a tendency to curl his sheep. I know this doesn't seem so revolting, but believe me, to put up with it for 3 hours, and to know it will continue for 2 more is simply nightmarish. Another fault is his suspicious merry-go-round. It sits on the tray-table in front of him and creates a bowl of soup every 10 minutes. It is miso, but still. Worst of all is how he keeps charbroiled mussels in his hairdryer. I don't think I need to explain. Mr Sarge Woods That's him. Can you see how those sheep are curled into little rolls? It's revolting. And those mussels. Ugh. Well, at least I'll be able to leave him behind when I arrive in Boogleton. 2 hours to go!

I started my journey at 10:30 this morning (17th September), boarding a 5 hour flight to Boogleton, on my way to Doodland. I've been on the plane for 2 hours now, but I am not bored yet, which is a definite plus. Another plus is that I have the window seat, and have been amusing my fried rice by staring out the window. I have discovered that this plane distinctly resembles a flying kumquat, which I do not mind, because I am quite partial to kumquats, being one of my favourite fruits. Right now, I am passing over Denville (Similar to Denmark, but smaller) and can see the miniature fries lolloping below. I'm afraid to drink the water provided, in case it is poisoned, as it has a strange tint. They say it's natural, but I don't believe them. I'll keep you posted on my following excitements over the extent of this journey, so stay tuned! Photo of the Flying Kumquat Plane I boarded at 10:30 today