
Chapter 1
It was an ordinary day, not unlike the very next one. Mr. Barbas yawned as he sat on his bed and looked out the window. "Right", he said. "Today is going to be the day!". And off to the bathroom he went, to get himself ready.
In front of the mirror, he tried to put the comb through his hair, but alas, the comb just bounced off his bulbous head and flew off and into the sink it went. "Right" he thought. "Well, that was pointless! But I do wonder whose comb that is!" You see, Mr Barbas was a jelloblob, an ancient race of beings, that has existed for thousands of minutes, ever since the Big Splat even. Jelloblobs are big jell-like things, higher in height than wider in width, with a face on top, big expressive eyes, funny mouth and floppy ears, and come in all sorts of colors! Much like pacman ghosts, only funnier! But they can be serious too. Like Mr Barbas. And absolutely no hair on their heads! Actually, their heads werent separate from the rest of their bodies. You could just tell they were heads simply due to the fact that there was a face there. Ever since the Big Splat, all jelloblobs were similar, but varied in sizes and colors. Oh, and moods.
Mr Barbas, lived on Noodletown. Many jelloblobs lived there, but also other things too, like people, and elves. Elves were terribly secretive though, so noone ever hardly saw them. Terribly, terribly secretive.
Still, Noodletown was a pleasant place. No house was taller than a bus, and each of them had a nice garden, meticulously kept, with all sorts of things. Mr Barbas's house for example, had flowers. Tulips, to be precise. Oh Mr Barbas's tulips! They were quite a spectacle. They came in all sorts of colors. Mr Barbas loved tulips, maybe cause they reminded him a bit of jelloblobs, shapewise. They were his pride! But I digress.. Noodletown. Noodletown had one of everything. One bakery, one dry cleaner's, one tatoo parlour. It was totally self sufficient. Its people did not need much, but what they need, they always found, in Noodletown.
Noodletown had another special characteristic though. It was built all around a small hill. Not too steep though, so that whereever in town you were, you could always look up and be able to see the top of the hill. And on top of the hill, there was a castle. Significantly taller than a bus, that was. And in the castle lived... a dragon!
Yes, yes, like most things, Noodletown was not perfect, having a live, fire-breathing dragon living in it. Evil? Well, depends on your definition of evil. It would never come swooping down on the citizens, eating them and setting fire about. But noone that set for the castle, was ever seen back alive. Well, noone, except Johnny the Mute.
Johnny had managed to go near the dragon's castle, to pick up his kite, after it landed very near its portcullis. He had met with the dragon, face to face, but he couldn't tell anyone about it. See, Johnny the Mute, could not talk! You know, being mute an' all. And every time he tried to draw what he saw in that castle, his pencil broke! So he just gave up trying to explain, and everyone else gave up asking. So, was the dragon evil? Most suspected so, but there was no proof. None of it was fireproof.