D'oh! I thought I'd lost this crustacean.
"Hi, Thickshell. Where's Mr. Treant?"
Thickshell: "I don't know. We were just minding our own business by the campfire when some crazy Galka with a hatchet started chasing him. I was too busy hiding behind that bush over there to see what happened next."
Ah, if that Galka only knew how delicious crab meat is...
Anyway, we're in the Rolanberry Fields now. And look what we have here.
My favorite--Rolanberries!
I don't think anybody would mind if I just had a taste. Mmm...juicy...
I don't think anybody would mind if I took some more "tastes" for the road.
???: "GIT YOUUUUR HANDS OOOOF ME BERRRRIES!"
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Thickshell: Uh-oh! A Goobbue!
"A goober?"
Thickshell: "A Goobbue! And he looks hungry! I'm outta here!"
Thickshell... Always there when you need him.
Goobbue: "PUUUUT DOOOOWN ME BERRRRIES!"
No way, man. Eat my dust!
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WHACK!
Ouch... That's gonna sting in the morning...
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