Beware of Bull Booby Traps!

I <3 this, but I can't do it every week...

Like Lando Calrissian...

Fortunately for me, the Rat King had heard about the incident at Castcom back in July. That is how he came to know that the Rotting Corpse Boy had come to reside with me. So, as he and his rat servants hauled my frozen stone self back to his underground palace some other loyal servants were dispatched to locate Rodney. Go figure he wasn't home. And so they waited, as did I...clearly, I'm stone and can't really do much of anything. In fact, just be happy there's a post this week, it's really kind of hard to blog when your stone, try it sometime you'll agree, I promise. But anyway, eventually he returned and at once the rats began to squeak at him. Rodney totally didn't understand rat though so this caused problems. Eventually some rats had to go and fetch the Rat King himself. “Your friend Faux has been turned to stone and we are hoping that you know how to change him back.” Rodney pondered this for a while. “My ancient brain has to dig deep. But yes, I seem to recall a legend of my people that was lost over time...” The Rat King looked at him impatiently. “And??” “There is a mountain in the air. And, um there's a special fountain that reverses the stone curse. My Grandfather had to fight an army of gorgon half-breeds once. It was then that we went to this fountain. I was very young when we were there but I believe that I could find my way there again.” “That's it?” The Rat King smiled. “Simply reach this fountain? Not even a beast to protect it?” the Rotting Corpse Boy shook his head. “No there was a creature at one time,whether or not it still lives is another matter. That's not the biggest trial though.” The Rat King shook his head. “What could be a more severe trial than a mythical beast?” Rodney looked at him stone-faced. “The mountain is upside-down. One has to turn the entire thing around to even access the fountain.” The Rat King's smile vanished from his features. “Do you recall how to do this?” Rodney shook his head. “Well then.” The Rat King began. “Talking here does little good. Let us at least find our way to the mountain, from there, perhaps we can choose our next step?” “But how?” Rodney asked. “It is in the air!” The Rat king smiled again. “Step into your backyard.” Rodney obediently opened the back door only to be astounded at once by a very large zeppelin parked in the backyard. 'I won it from Francis, the Pirate King of Penguins in a game of black jack. “Well...”Rodney stopped waiting for his surprise to fade enough to speak. “That would explain the large letter F emblazoned on the side...” The Rat King leaned closer to the Rotting Corpse Boy. “Ready to go then?” Rodney nodded. “But where is Faux?” “Already on board.” the Rat King smiled. “I knew you'd have an idea of where to go so I had my ship prepared!” Rodney just nodded. This would be a trip like none other indeed...