Somehow during the charge against Jenny, Speedy had been clubbed over the back of the head by something and fallen unconscious. Now speedy had come out of torpor. Chad and Mirthful watched in horror as Speedys body was pierced and riddled by invisble knives. "Save yourselves!" Speedy screamed as he beat against the invisible aggressor. Chad and Mirhtful did not need to be told twice. They grabbed a pineapple each and made like the wind in the opposite direction.

Chad and Mirthful rushed up the stairs, above they could see the bright blue sky. They reached the top and looked around, they felt the wind on there faces, and the smell of the nearby sea. Mirthful said "Where now Skinman?" Chad replied "Attnam, now lets get a move on before the pineapples rot."

Mirthful replied, "Why wait?" and dove right into his mouth first. Chad followed suit.

After the feast, they wandered around for a while. "Where the hell are we Skinman?" said Mirthful "Don't you have a map." Chad then said "OK, so i don't know where we are but..." he looked up "Look smoke, we must be close."

And they saw the ramparts of a huge structure which looked like a gigantic stone frog from afar. Mirthful just couldn't help himself and intoned "Ribbit!"

They walked closer...

They saw a general store to the right and a blacksmith to their left. There were many people. People in heavy armor (sentries obviously), townsfolk, farmers, banana growers, itinerants, and beggars. A beggar barked in Mirthful's direction, "Yo, biplegic strapling, how bouts' some gold fo' me? I ain't had a pint all day!" Mirthful barked back, "Get me 2 new legs me mon, and I be giving thee thy gold!" They continued walking along, feeling the crush of humanity in the largest city they had ever known. "Aye, dis' be da' life. But yo' know what, Chaddy boy, we needs to be gettin' a job soon. We still have barely nothing on us. We needs to eat." And with that Mirthful headed for a local bar. A bard was in the corner strumming on an ebony harp. Tis da' day when Sherry cometh La da da da da, da da da da! With her whip she shall slice thee La da da da da, da da da da! Here a whippo! There a whippo! La da da da da, da da da da! And when your limbs all be severed off La da da da da, da da da da! It was the worst song the two had ever heard, but none of the patrons cared anyways, as they were all drunk out of their minds. "Here here! Here's to stone-cold frogs!" a drunk farmer screamed and bought shots of vodka for everyone. A comely maid handed both Chad and Mirthful a drink each. They downed them with hesitation and felt better immediately. Then Mirthful tripped on the floor and fell on his nose. "Har har har!" said a man in full plate mail. "I've always wanted to see how a man without legs tripped! Now I know! And knowing is half the battle!" Mirthful was quite incensed. He had worked hard all these years building a reputation as the best legless fighter around. And besides, he wasn't really "legless," but rather "semi-legged" (since he had his legs up to the knees). Anyhow, bar fights were a common occurrence anywhere that the guards let go on for the common man's entertainment as long as no one got killed. Mirthful immediately swiped at the armored man's legs twice with his bladed crutches. Mirthful got a lucky strike! The man's left leg collapsed as it was split in two. Ooohhh, that was nasty. Bone projected out of his knee. "ARRRGGHHHHHHHHH! I gonna' kill you!" "You welcome to try tripod!" said Mirthful saucily. The man was obviously in great pain, but was so pissed he continued to crawl towards Mirthful. Mirthful took out his other leg with repeated blows. "How you like that, boy?! I daresay I cut you down to size now. Have some respect for your elders!" "Help me!" the newly biplegic man said. He staggered under his armor and was overloaded. Everyone in the bar ignored him. Instead, they started a game of chewing tobacco and spitting on top of him. Soon the man was replaced by a growing mound of brown tobacco juice. Every so often the maid would come around and carve out a hole to his mouth so he could keep breathing. Some men put a few flowers in the mouth as a joke. Mirthful had obviously made his point.

Chad then said "You showed him." Just then two large men came in, wearing armor from head to toe. They approached Chad and Mirthful, and picked them up with ease, they then chucked 'em out the door, one of the men then said "We don't like your type around here."

"Great! We didn't even get to finish our drinks!" cursed Chad.

Then Chad remembered why he even started out on this adventure. (See first page). "Hey Mirthful, I just remembered I gotta deliver this scroll."

Chad walked down a snow covered path, and at the beautiful building ahead of him. Chad stoped, mouth open, and looked around, the fountains along the path had frozen in mid air, and the trees where trimed lovely. "You try'n to catch flys," said Mirthful "Lets give 'em the scroll and then go get drunk again."

They walked down a hall of incredible splendor, decked out with fruit, food, golden ceremonial things. Frogs light and dark hopped by and sang beautiful enconiums to Valupurius. And it just kept on going. The interior of this gigantic frog-shaped temple was was vast...opulent. It turned out that Mirthful himself started gaping and that Chad had to nudge him along.

Mirthful started talking to one of the frogs. It croaked happily. Mirthful tried again. It croaked again. Chad finally intervened and said, "Dude, it's a frog. It's just gonna' croak." And with that, the frog gave Chad the most hurt look a frog could and cursed him. Chad immediately got this strange feeling that he couldn't put his finger on.