"Alfred, there you are!" Larry-Boy shouted as he saw his friend. Larry-Boy was out of breath by now! "I got your note, and I'm here to help!"
"What's
that?" Alfred asked. "Oh, my note! Oh, well, I ... I wanted to show
you my new fish tank that I bought today. I don't need help, I need
KELP … you know, for the fish tank. It's a kind of seaweed."
"What?!?" said Larry-Boy. "I came all this way, I fought giant Fibs and nasty Rumor Weeds, I dodged taxis and leaped across all of Bumblyburg … and you want seaweed?"
"Yes, er … sorry about that. I suppose my handwriting could use a little improvement."
Larry-Boy smiled at Alfred, and the two started laughing. As the sun set over Bumblyburg, Larry mumbled, "It isn't RUMOR seaweed, is it?"
THE END
