The Saga of Van Gogh and Dorothy: Episode Four

Van Gogh was getting tired of being bubblegum. That was all well and good for some, but he suspected it wasn't really for him. Since February 30th was fast approaching, he decided he'd mention it to the Flying Spaghetti-Monster, who usually knew what to do about these kinds of things. And if he didn't know, he'd know somebody who did. He would also know exactly why Dorothy's snobbish battleship was so colorful, which was what had started this whole thing in the first place. Dorothy was still inside the vacuum-cleaner bag, but she seemed luxurious enough, so Van Gogh decided to gamble on just leaving her there until he got back. As long as her pink pogo sticks didn't attempt to do something sadly difficult, everything would be dour.

Two minutes later, Van Gogh was cycling towards the Point of No Return in his melancholically insane hot-air balloon, thinking fearful thoughts about dreams and shopping lists. Most pieces of bubblegum didn't think about these two things in conjunction with each other, especially not while busy cycling in hot-air balloons, but Van Gogh was rather atypical when it came to these kinds of things. This was one reason he was beginning to seriously question his identity. He glanced at his hourglass. "Seven and a half years left to go," he thought, yodeling deliriously. It was about time.

Precisely overnight, the Point of No Return hove hungrily into view. Van Gogh smiled shrewdly and diminished the hourglass. "Oh dear! Can't you get anything right?"

The hourglass just squinted at him. Van Gogh sighed kindly and entered the Point of No Return. Hopefully the Flying Spaghetti-Monster was home.