WF & The Master go on Safari.

The following is a complete account of the time Widdle Frunkut and The Master went to Kenya:

Chapter 1:

Date: September 8, 2022

Location: Master Devlin's Quarters, The Masters Council Grounds, Widdlington

Master Devlin: Widdle Frunkut, you must learn!

wF: Learn what?

Master Devlin: How to be a good pupil! You must be focused and learn to apply yourself, now that the war is over... Come along, Waldo, it's time for an adventure!

wF: Nah... Not in the mood. Waldo be chillin'.

Master Devlin: Ohh... 🥺

wF: Your adventures are pretty gay, anyway. Also, you are rude.

Master Devlin: How?

Waldo pulls up a Waldoverse log entry and shows it to the Master:

"Get the hell out of my office, Widdle Frunkut!" - Master Devlin

Master Devlin: Yeah, yeah, whatever... Fine, I'll go by myself. Goodbye.

wF: Wait up! We're coming too!

Master Devlin: No, you said you weren't going. You've had your chance, Sparky...

wF: Yeah, well, we've changed our minds... So, where we go?

Master Devlin: ...Kenya.

wF: Why? Away to see your fellow negros, eh?

Master Devlin: I dunno. We've not caused havoc on the African continent yet.

wF: Whatever...

Waldo climbs under the Master's hat.

wF: ...Wake me up when we get there.

Master Devlin: The last time the Master and Waldo went to China, Waldo started saying rude things. Ended up causing a brawl!

wF: Uh huh... 🥱

wF: 😴

Some time later, The Master and Waldo arrive in Nairobi.

wF: Are we there yet?

Master Devlin: Yes. We've arrived.

wF: Cool!

Waldo looks around the busy streets...

wF: Masta... Why is it all chinamen everywhere?

Master Devlin: I don't know.

wF: They be taking over Africa!

Master Devlin: Oh look! A black man! Let's go talk to him!

wF: Good day, boy! Where...are...your...fellow...Negro?

The man responds with a series of unintelligible clicks.

wF: Oh dear... Waldo wants to go home.

Without warning, the man grabs Waldo, swiftly decapitates him, and tosses his body into a simmering pot of soup.

Master Devlin: GOOD LORD, MAN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING??

The Master quickly picks up Waldo's head from the ground.

Master Devlin: Are you alright, Waldo?

wF's head: Don't feel so good. Bit lightheaded. Or lightbodied. Can't tell. Where arms?

Master Devlin: Can you not just regenerate?

Waldo's face scrunches up as if straining to perform a difficult task, but nothing happens.

wF: No, sir. Trying to. Not worky. Maybe jetlag...

The Master approaches the man cautiously.

Master Devlin: Excuse me, sir, can I have my goblin's body back?

The man responds with another series of clicks.

wF: Take it, Masta! Grabs it. Kill that c***!

The man lifts the body out of the soup. Waldo's body is limp and grotesque, drenched in the broth.

Master Devlin: There you are, Waldo.

wF: Thanks... 🤮 It'll likely take time to reconnect and heal. Must sleep...

Master Devlin: Let's get out of here. Perhaps we can find you a witch doctor...

Chapter 2:

They walk down a dank street lined with shops, each advertising the services of shamans or mundunugu.

Master Devlin: Let's try this one, shall we?

They enter a dimly lit shop.

wF: This place looks nothing like Larry's. It's too reputable!

Master Devlin: Excuse me, sir, would you help my goblin? He's feeling a bit weary.

The shaman takes Waldo and starts extracting his fluids.

wF: 😓

The shaman then staples Waldo's head back on.

wF: 😵‍💫

Master Devlin: Umm, sir, is that really necessary?

The shaman clicks in response.

Master Devlin: Ahh, I see.

wF: What's he saying?

Master Devlin: I don't know. I think it's Swahili or something.

The shaman hands Waldo back to Master Devlin. Waldo now looks like a dried scrotum.

Master Devlin: How do you feel, Waldo?

wF: Not so good. But I can feel my feet and fingers now, at least. I could use a health elixir, though.

Master Devlin: Umm, sir, do you have any kind of health elixir?

The shaman hands Master Devlin a brown liquid.

Master Devlin: Umm, thanks. Will this help?

The shaman clicks again.

Master Devlin: I see. Thank you. Here, Waldo, drink this.

wF: 😕 Smells like foreign dirt.

Master Devlin: I agree, but it's all we've got. We can leave it if you want.

Waldo reluctantly drinks the brown liquid, grimacing as it goes down. After a few seconds, a peculiar sensation takes hold of him—his body begins to tingle, and a fizzy, almost effervescent feeling bubbles up inside him. His face contorts, stretching and twisting in impossible ways, gradually morphing into a whimsical, Seuss-esque appearance, with exaggerated features and a mischievous, cartoonish grin.

Master Devlin: Oh dear...

wF: Gee whiz, that's got a kick! Well, pay the man, Stan!

Master Devlin: All I have is Goblin Brand dollars...

The shaman takes some GB money and eats it.

wF: He seems satisfied. Right then, let's be off!

Master Devlin: Yes, let's...

The shaman suddenly runs over and snips off some of Waldo's hair, putting it in a glass jar.

wF: 😳

Master Devlin: ...Right. Um. Where to now?

wF: I don't know. Oh, by the way, I'm sorry to hear about your grandmother... Let's go on safari!

Master Devlin: Very well. I think it's fair we stay away from Kenya.

wF: How about Rhodesia? 🧐

Master Devlin: Umm. Rhodesia hasn't existed since the '70s.

wF: Oh...I say...Well, if I recall my geography...Abyssinia should be not far from here. It's curious though, I expected to see more European colonists around these parts, but it's all just slaves and chinamen.

Master Devlin: Waldo... What century do you think we are in?

wF: Um...The most recent one? The one with Queen Victoria?

Master Devlin: Oh dear...

wF: It's not?

Master Devlin: I'm afraid not. Those Kenyans really did a number on you, didn't they?

wF: Savages, the lot of 'em!

Master Devlin: Yes, indeed. Well, just so you know, Queen Victoria is long dead.

wF: Ah...Shot, was she?

Master Devlin: Well... she was shot at, but he missed, I believe.

wF: Well, we better be off! You don't want to be late for your appointment with Dr. Livingstone, I presume? Come along, Stanbot. To Victoria Falls! Tally-ho! Um...Which way is south?

Master Devlin: Dr. Livingstone is long dead too... And Stanbot isn't here. It's me, Master Devlin. Come along now, Wally...

Waldo takes Master Devlin's hand. He's very shaky on his feet and seems to have aged a few millennia in the past 24 hours. He looks like 'The Major'...

Master Devlin: Good lord, Waldo...

Waldo's hand breaks off.

Master Devlin: Oh...Here, let me get that for you...

wF: Thank you, Danny.

Master Devlin: I think the Voodoo men sucked the life force out of you. It's best we get you home.

wF: Quite possibly, old chap. Yes, yes. Jolly good, eh what...

Master Devlin: Oh dear... Right, let's go...

The story continues with WalDOS Troubleshooting