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Mithent's Confused Interdimensional Travels part 2

"'If you've been sucked into an alternate dimension by a Thick Air portal, please consult this list to see information on the place you are currently in. P.S. - the list is not complete.'"

Mithent scans down the list with a claw. "No, we're not in a blue world full of cheese... or surrounded by leprechauns telling us limericks. There's no white elephants, or waterfalls of Mountain Dew. Ah! Here. A pink place with balloon salesmen. 'You are in dimension 8789, a place of much strangeness. Do not be concerned if you fall down bottomless pits. You will meet a tall handsome stranger'."

"Bet it was that balloon man," complains the secretary.

"Quiet, or you're not getting that extra fudge bar this week." snaps Mithent. "Looking at this, we've got to follow the purple brick road, click our feelers together three times and find a small dog named Toronto before we can get away."

The secretary glares. "I've not got any feelers, and nor've you. I just want to go home, never mind Toronto."

"Yes, yes, we'll deal with that once we've followed the purple brick road."

And so they set off. Some rather annoying music drifts out of the air. 'We're off to see the blizzard, the unpleasant blizzard of Schnozz.' This is going to be a long trip.