“Holy flying feces!” yelled Thor. “Puueey, Plopping Poop!” barked Pookie. “We need the world’s largest pooper scooper." Our two heroes had a devised a plan and without even speaking, ran to what was left of the melted Marshmallow Man. His solidifying remains could save the day. With Pookie on one end and Thor on the other, they stretched the Marshmallow Man like a giant tarp. Running this way and that, they caught each and every Organic Frisbee. Our heroes sealed the deal by rolling the Organic Frisbees into the Marshmallow Man-Tarp like a giant sleeping bag.
While Thor and Pookie tried to rid themselves of the “leftovers,” the Marshmallow Man began to regenerate. Like the Ice Queen before him, he wasn’t really dead. Slowly he began to reform. Slowly he came to his feet . . . slowly he recognized that he wasn’t as before. He was . . .