Noble surfed on his shining hubcap on the ocean. He was looking for Monty.

       "Hellooooo!" bellowed Noble. When he got no response he tried his walkie talkie.

       "Hellooooo!" he yelled into it.

       No answer.

       Billy's eyes were wide open, and his jaw would have been on the floor if he were in a cartoon or a silly book.

       There, in the glade, was a jellybean tree.

       This had been Billy's short-lived obsession during his woogies experience. He had tried to force the tree to give him jellybeans. But now he wasn't looking for jellybeans, he was looking for Steve. He wished he would find him. Then he had an absurd craving for cheddar cheese.

       Adam Sandler, the vibrator Jenny, and Björk watched all the search parties leave Blondeworld Island Coast in the search for those individuals who had sadly disappeared as a result of Woogies 3.

       They were alone. The three . . . entities stood around the gaping hole left by Heather when she had flown in reverse and drilled herself into the bowels of the earth.

       "What should we do?" asked Björk.

       "I guess we should check out the hole and see if she's down there," said Adam.

       "I'll go," volunteered Jenny. "Just drop me down there."

       Björk picked Jenny up and dropped her into the hole. They heard a splash.

       "I found her!" squealed Jenny through the water. Björk and Adam looked at each other, their eyes lighting up with glee.

       "I think she's dead," said Jenny solemnly, and the light went out of Björk's and Adam's eyes.

       Mia hopped along the sidewalk, all the Londoners looking at her funny. She wasn't sure if it was her long black hair that they were staring at or if it was her vestigial wings, but she didn't care.

       Alex sat on his eraser butt, chewing on his nails in Blondeworld Island Forest. His assignment had been to find Pimpy. He had left the group with a purposeful stride, looking like he knew where he was going, and as soon as he reached Blondeworld Island Forest, he leaned against a tree and picked his nose, trying to think of where Pimpy could be. The answer was: he didn't know.

       Suddenly Alex had a brainstorm. He would use his Woogies 2 acquired power of matter transformation to find Pimpy! He picked a shroom and contemplated its shroomness. Then he changed it into a Pimpyfinder. It pointed to where Pimpy was. In this case, it pointed straight up.

       Alex looked up unbelievably. The moon was up there! Alex put the Pimpyfinder in his pocket, put his arms over his head in a diving stance, and rocketed into the air. Of course, he was a rocket by now. As he blasted through the stratosphere, he looked down at Blondeworld Island. It was so small!

       Alex's head bumped the moon roughly, and he abruptly changed back into a human (with a normal butt) and landed on his feet on the moon. Alex's Pimpyfinder pointed left, so that was where he went. He spotted Pimpy, whose undies were full of moon rocks. Pimpy was sitting on the ground, surrounded by moon rocks. He was picking them up and scrutinizing them, sniffing them, licking them. Every once in a while, Alex saw as he approached, Pimpy would growl and throw the moon rock away.

       "Hey, Pimpy, over here!" yelled Alex.

       Pimpy snorted and looked up.

       "Come on, Pimpy! Come home!"

       Pimpy jumped nervously to his feet, scattering moon rocks. He looked so silly standing there, bewildered, his undies bulging with moon rocks, that Alex began to laugh. Pimpy looked sad.

       "Why are you laughing?" Pimpy asked.

       "No reason. Come on, Pimpy. Say the magic words and come home with me."

       "Why?" asked Pimpy.

       "'Cause I'm Alex the Prophet and I say so, dillhole."

       "Fuckin' shit! I got woogies, mang!"