Doodle Journey

This is a story I'm going to make up completely on the spot about this page of doodles that I found on my desk. Don't worry, I've made sure to black out any of the un-useful stuff. You know, work notes, addresses, phone numbers, boring stuff that's clearly just taking up space.

Here goes:

Once upon a time, in a time that wasn't a time, but more of a space, there lived a small, buggy-eyed robot named Gantron. One day, on his way to the great layered-cube forest, he got caught in a snow flurry. It was there that he saw the beautiful snowflake, Melinda, and immediately fell in love. But as he was passing her his gift-triangle, something terrible happened. The jealous gravity-gnome Bargle became jealous, with the jealousy of a mountain, and carried Melinda off into the black scribble of darkness. Gantron's heart exploded.

Heartbroken, Gantron asked his electric grandmother stormcloud what he could do. 

    

     "Well," she said, "Why don't you just call her on the phone?"

     "I would, shocky granny, but the Great Artist who created our world has scribbled out the phone number!"

     "Oh, I see." the cloudy lightning-grandlady said. "Well, then I've got it! Why don't you just go to where Bargle has taken her? I saw the address written- ah, well, crap."

Alas. The Great Artist had allowed the black ink of destruction to blot out the only address in their whole world. It seemed that Melinda truly was lost. 

But, suddenly, a tasty hexagonal quesadilla fell from the sky, and filled Gantron's wisdom-belly. Suddenly filled with knowledge and gooey cheese, Gantron put on his best tie somewhat resembling a cat's nose, and jumped down the scary scribble-corridor to where Bargle could be found.

     

     "You cannot have her!" Bargle cried. 

But Gantron had a secret weapon. Armed with a starfruit and the color red, he gave it everything he got. Bargle fought back with strange backwards and squished hiragana with such force, the very edges of their world became ragged. 

Just then, Melinda pulled out her secret weapon: the hairy circle. hurling it at Bargle, he screamed, and was sucked into the blank space, becoming pure potential, ceasing to be Bargle. 

Melinda and Gantron embraced, poofing into a flurry of hearts, birthing a new snowstorm of baby robotic snowflakes, beautiful and buggy-eyed.

And they all lived happily ever after.

THE END

(you're welcome)