From Another World

Act 3: Glommites Here, There, and Everywhere

*Scene opens with Ringo trying to sweep up the mess in the living room of the house. Bartholomew is on a coffee table, staring at the Baby Glommite that Ringo had placed on the floor in front of it. The Baby Glommite stares at him*

Baby Glommite: *Squeaks, trying to say a word*

Bartholomew: *croak*

*The Baby Glommite tilts her head, looking at the frog, studying him. She raises her hand, stares at it, and is able to turn it into the front half of Bartholomew, albeit with a few too many misplaced frog limbs coming out of her arm. She turns her frog hand towards Bartholomew, and it croaks. Bartholomew stares wide-eyed at it, not sure if he should be scared or confused at the sight. Ringo watches them as he comes to sweep up the are around them*

Ringo: Under any other circumstances, I would think that that would look really weird instead of cute.

Baby Glommite: *Babbles Happily*

Bartholomew: *Rolls his eyes*

Ringo: Hey, I'm looking for anything to lighten the mood at this point.

*Ringo continues to sweep everything into one large pile. He sweeps it all into a dust pan and goes to throw it away. The Baby Glommite stares at Bartholomew and turns her hand and arm back to normal. Ringo walks back into the living room and stares where the couch used to be*

Ringo: When I wished to have a larger living room, this is not what I meant...

*He looks up at the hole in the ceiling*

Ringo: There's no way I can fix that.

*Ringo pick up the TV remote from the floor and stares at the TV, which wasn't damaged. He looks over at the Baby Glommite*

Ringo: Is there anything you do on Glom for, like, for fun or something?

*The Baby Glommite stares at him, and, thinking about the letter blocks that she was playing with on Glom, changes her hand into a block*

Ringo: Okay... Do the older ones have any fun activities?

*The Baby Glommite shrugs, changing her hand back to normal*

Ringo: Eh, I guess that you weren't actively paying attention to anything they did that wasn't for you. You do seems to be... like... A baby one of them, after all.

Baby Glommite: *Babbles some more*

*Ringo walks over and places the remote on the coffee table, sighing*

Ringo: So... Is there a reason why they they sent you here?

*The Baby Glommite looks up at him for a moment before nodding her head. She stands up and tries to look aggressive, certain patches of her light pink fur turning darker, matching the shade of fur that grown up Glommites have*

Ringo: They... They all really wanted you here because they didn't like you?

*The Baby Glommite shakes her head, and tries fo form more arms. She succeedes in forming 5 more arms, though they are very tiny and scattered randomly on her body*

Ringo: Oh, just your ruler didn't like you. Is that it?

Baby Glommite: *Babbles, her extra arms and darker fur disappearing*

Ringo: Hmm. Does anyone else know that she sent you down here?

Baby Glommite: *Shakes her head, looking sad*

Ringo: Sounds just like her to leave someone stranded.

*Ringo turns to look at Bartholomew*

Ringo: Just be happy that I didn't take you with us that night we saw that movie.