“See, movies sometimes don't make sense because they don't ever send the right heroes – there would never be a 'Year of the Blob' because all we would do is send Rob with a spoon, and all that chocolate jiggly pudding would just be gone!”
Seven-year-old Amanda Ludlow did not fully understand movies or the world, but her grandmother, Mrs. Thalia Ludlow, always enjoyed Amanda's attempts.
“Yeah, maybe the 'Hour of the Blob' – and there are 10 of us, so since Rob loves to share, it might just be the 'Minute of the Blob' – but horror movies aren't supposed to make sense. I didn't know you liked chocolate jiggly pudding though.”
“Oh, it's great – Rob and I both love it, but, see, I don't want it on me while I eat, while Rob doesn't mind a mess. He likes to get into his food with his whole body, so, I'd let him deal with the blob.”
Rob was five-year-old Robert Edward Ludlow III, Amanda's baby brother, and not “Lil' Robert” to her because they were pretty much the same size.
“Yeah, Rob likes to wear his food a bit – he's into the total experience,” Mrs. Ludlow said. “I think he would go for chocolate jiggly pudding wrestling just like he would go for mud wrestling.”
“Right, so, that's his type of job,” Amanda said. “I mean, there's enough chocolate jiggly pudding for him to be a hero and me to have a nice bowl and be cute and happy.”
“Guess I better get started making some chocolate jiggly pudding for dessert today,” Mrs. Ludlow said.
“And I'll help!” Amanda said. “I wanna see how you get the jiggle in it!”
now I want chocolate jiggly pudding.
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Yeah, that was my problem too after writing that!