Doctor Whooves in Bad Fur Day

The next day Whooves woke up with a splitting headache. "Oh no!" he said "It's gonna be one of those days." He then stumbled around a fence and came to a strange scarecrow.

"Who are you?" asked the scarecrow. "Hello, I'm Doctor, Doctor Whooves. I need help and need to get back home to get to bed."

"Home? No!" the scarecrow said, "Oh so you can't help me at all, that's a shame." Whooves said.

"Actually, I can, maybe!"

"What's your name."

"Birdy."

"Beardy? But you don't have a beard."

"No Birdy. I scare birdies."

"Okay, so how can you help me?"

"Right, step over here." So Whooves did as Birdy said and stepped over to a strange looking thing that appeared like it had a big 'B' on it.

"See those buttons. Eh, their called 'context sensitive'. And they actually uh, press B."

"Press B?!" asked Whooves.

"Yes, then there will be a light and it goes ting, the ting noise." *Ting* a light-bulb appeared over Whooves' head. "There you go, ting."

"That's it?"

"Yes that's it." After this Whooves pressed B. And he pulled out a bottle of beer with his mouth, which Birdy grabbed saying "Don't mind if I do." and drank in one slug.

"What does that mean."

"It means context sensitive. It's sensitive to context. Try it over there." with these words the fence swung open to which Birdy adds "Or you could try again." So Whooves does it again. This time he pulled out a bottle of helium and again Birdy takes it and drinks it. "Really nice helium." he says in a really high pitched voice.

Whooves then, feeling bad for Birdy, does it one last time and again pulls out a bottle of beer. "Don't mind if I do. Thank you very much." to which he chuggs it down. "I'm going do bed now, night-night."

After walking over too the other pad, Whooves presses B. He pulls out a sobering tonic and drinks it.

"That is exactly what I needed in that point in time. Context sensitive, clever. And if you want to skip these wonderful cutscenes just press L, but we have to see them at least once."

He then walks over to a waterfall and remembers something important, he invented a jet pack that would allow him to hover and cover small gaps he normally couldn't jump over, the problem was he could only do this for a few moments.

After this he moves over to a bridge, but a gargoyle sat in the way.

So he instead pulls down a lever that opened a door he had just passed. After back tracking a bit, he enters the door which as soon as he was through closed. "Damn, it's locked. What the hell is that, a key." Sure enough there was a key that was running around. "Come here little fellow, I won't hurt you." This didn't help as it just ran away from him.

Whooves then found a frying pan on the ground beside a baseball bat and a Big Fucking Gun. "I'll take that pan." Whooves said. He then walked over to the key and hit it. Which he then used to unlock the door.

After backtracking again he decided to face the gargoyle. "Hello, you shall not pass, I've been sitting on Gothic Architecture for a long time and have no ideas of moving. Have you ever sat on Gothic Architecture it gets right up your arse. That is how I felt for 200 years."

"Isn't it too early to talk about Gothic Architecture." said Whooves.

"Well come closer and we can discuss something else."

Whooves came closer and hit him with the frying pan.

"A frying pan? Come on, what is this guy, a British slapstick comedian. Ha ha ha ha ha." The gargoyle was to busy laughing to notice a strange pony fly into him and knock him off the bridge. He hit the water so hard he hit the ground which caused the opening on the other side of the bridge to be caved in.

"Oh shit." said Whooves. The strange pony flew off in the distance.

Whooves had kept the BFG and fired it at the rocks, vaporizing them. He was sure glad he picked that up as well.