Dr. Blob wheels into the gas station parking lot, the car rolling to a stop and bumping into the curb, sending him into the foot-well while Izzy’s seatbelt keeps her in place. She glares at the blob, who gives her a look.
After a moment, he and Izzy climb out of the car and look at the gas station. “I don’t know why Josh needed me; he said something about helping someone?” Dr. Blob says and rolls his way towards the door. As he gets closer, he can see through the glass. “It’s the guy Josh shot. I now know what he needed!”
Dr. Blob opens the door and then launches himself toward the vampire. “You won’t get away this time.”
The finder screams in rage and reaches for his gun, but as the slime engulfs his body, he finds himself unable to move. “Let me go,” he shouts before his head is encased in the green slime.
“Well, that was easy. Josh, where do you want him? If I hurry back, I can eat my cake for the rest of the day.” Dr. Blob wiggles in delight. The vampire was trying to protest inside him.
The doorkeeper watches in horror as the vampire pushes his arms agonizingly slowly through the hyperviscous fluid of the blob.
The room is silent. Dr. Blob extends a pair of pseudopods with eyes on the end and looks around the room. “Seriously, what was all the fuss? He was easy to catch.”
The doctor laughs, losing his cohesion for a moment, his features melting. “No, you green fool, that’s the patient,” he says as he pulls himself back into perfection.
Dr. Blob blinks his artificial eyelids to imitate the human expression of confusion. “I thought I needed to help Josh Gas? This is the bad guy, isn’t it?”
Josh laughs, rubbing his eyes. “Yes, but I need you to help me help the doorkeeper.” He points to the door. “By helping the bad guy, who is not really bad; he is just a guy.” He points at the vampire inside Dr. Blob.
Izzy finally makes it through the door. “What the hell is going on here?” she yells and gets looks in return.
Josh grabs his hair in frustration. “I just explained; ask Dr. Blob.” He turns to face the blob again, and his mouth falls open as he watches in horror as the blob slowly poops out the struggling vampire.
With an indignant look on his face, the Finder stands up. “What a crock filled with beets,” he screams, reaching for his gun. As he does, he notices there is no slime on his jacket, but there are also no spots or dirt or anything; the jacket is as clean as when he bought it as surplus 40 years ago. He drops the coat on the floor and pulls his shirt off. He examines his arms and belly, and the surface rashes are gone. “You might actually be able to do this,” he says with the first genuine hope he has felt in 10 years.
The blob wibbles with confidence and expels a pile of silver gunpowder and dirt, rust, and other ick. He extends an eyestalk and examines the piles closely. “I am sure I can, but should I? After all, you are, in fact, the bad guy; you ruined my slushy.”
“Cure me, and I will buy you as many slushies as you can ever drink,” the Finder begs. He watches Dr. Blob’s expression as the blobby debates it. ‘If he won’t do it, I will make him do it. For the first time in years, my skin is painless.’
Dr. Blob looks at the Finder, then at Josh, then at Izzy, then at the Doctor, then at the doorkeeper, and then back at the Finder, and he says, “No.”
The Finder turns to Josh. “Is he serious?”
Josh looks at Dr. Blob. “Are you serious?”
Dr. Blob forms into a pyramid and wibbles, “Yes, I am serious,” he says in a melodic tone.
Izzy chokes on a laugh. She turns and spies the kiddy pool setup in the middle of the room. “Let’s just get this over with, Dr. Blob.”
Dr. Blob warbles as he extends a pseudopod to point at the pool. “Fine, fill the pool full of water.”
Another tendril points at the slushy machine. “Bring me another of the sugar ice creations.”
The final one points at the freezers. “I require a tub of ice cream.”
He wibbles excitedly, making strange geometric shapes on his surface. “Cake and ice cream are the best.”
Josh gets in motion; he drags a hose from outside and hands it to Izzy, who holds it while it fills the pool. Josh then gets the slushy for Dr. Blob, stopping along the way to grab a container of ice cream for the entitled slime.
Dr. Blob wibbles happily and latches onto the slushy and drags it into himself, consuming it whole. His body changes into a spiky mass as he shakes violently. “Too fast, slushy headache,” he wobbles, slowly turning back into his regular shape.
“Bleh,” Dr. Blob says, spitting the cup out of himself.
The Finder looks at his would-be savior with doubt. “I had hope, but it’s rapidly fleeting.” He watches the water pour out of the hose, his hand on the butt of his gun.
Dr. Blob rolls over to the container of ice cream that Josh has sat on the ground near the pool. He takes a moment to form his hand into an ice cream scoop, and with two other pseudopods, he rips the lid off the ice cream. He slowly feeds it curl by curl into his body; he wibbles with delight with each taste. “I dream of cake,” he whispers as one eyestalk watches the pool fill.
Unexpectedly, he closes the lid of the ice cream and climbs into the pool. He opens himself to the fluid, taking it in, processing it, extracting the impurities, and swelling his body with the liquid till he fills the base of the pool. He looks at Izzy and, in a deep, slow, vibrating voice, says, “That is more than enough fluid, Izzy.”
Dr. Blob turns his normal-sized eye stalks to look at the vampire. “Get naked. Let’s do this. I want to get back for the German-themed party at the bar.”
The Finder shrugs. “German-themed? The Cat is a dick,” he mumbles and removes his clothes. Izzy turns away when he removes his pants, but Josh and the doctor look at the vampire. The doctor notes that despite his age and his poisoning, he is in good shape. Josh admires the shape of his penis but notes that it is simply average.
The vampire folds his clothes and sets them on the counter before turning around and standing before the Jell-O mold in the ocean-themed kiddy pool. “You’re right, let’s do this,” he proclaims.
Dr. Blob opens a path for the man. Unlike when Dr. Blob purified Izzy, this time it forcefully opens each orifice, working its way deep inside, then working its way into the pores and then the space between the cells before pushing inside them.
Izzy watches as Dr. Blob starts to sparkle with silver glitter. She laughs. “Oh, oh no, Dr. Blob, you have been glitter bombed; you will never get rid of it all.”
The look of humor leaves Izzy’s face as she watches as Dr. Blob’s eye stalks retract and his body slowly turns black.
