One day Jumple the fox and Bloomeelia were exploring a mystical shop owned and founded by moof magicians. The shop was home to many kinds of magic items used in sorcery, such as crystal balls, invincibility cloaks, wands, immortality capes, and lava lamps. Bloomeelia, having been born with most of the world’s magic powers already bestowed upon her glorious soul, liked to look at the lava lamps, and when she saw a shiny green lava lamp that was marked 20% off the original price, her insane twisted moronic illogical feminine logic knew she had to obtain it.
“LOOK AT THAT SUPER AWESOME SPIFFY LOOKING SPAZERISTIC ILLUSTRIOUS LIGHT GREEN LAVA LAMP! It reminds me of lime yogurt and artichokes, and to top it off it’s GREEEN! Get it for me already!” shouted Bloomeelia, who was overjoed.
“Uhh…err…..as you wish, lemon of my eye!” said Jumple.
So sure enough, since Jumple respected Bloomeelia’s obsession with lava lamps, and definately didn’t want to dissapoint her, he spent his last remaining Yoppel coins on the lamp. Jumple had temporarily forgotten that it was his sister Jezella’s b-day and that his parents were counting on him to buy a calculator. He suddenly remembered, just as Bloomeelia began to gaze at her newfound lamp companion.
“Hey, uhh, Bloomeelia, you know I’m glad that you got a spiffy lil lava lamp and all, but I was kind of hoping you would give me a…calculator, in return!” said Jumple grinning sheepishly. Bloomeelia suddenly took her eyes off her lava lamp in shock and amusement.
“You…….want…a calculator??? Alright Bushy Tail, tell me what happened! Talking oughta make ya feel better pally!” said Bloomeelia patting Jumple on the back.
“Well see I never used to like math until an apple fell on my head and………well..
ALRIGHT! I’ll admit it! Those were my last few yoppel coins and I was supposed to spend them on a present for my super genius sister Jezella! I feel really bad, something overcame me!” said Jumple.
“You’ve got a sister named Jezella? HA! That’s absurd!!! And I thought YOUR name was ridiculous! So you have a sister! Jumple’s got a sis named Jezella, that’s rich! COOL! So like, what’s she like? Does she practice magic? Is her tail as bushy as yours? Is she as pretty as I am? Does she dance the hula like I do?” asked Bloomeelia.
“Well…errr…ACTUALLY……err….She’s kind of a science wiz know it all weird tomboy, spoze I oughta introduce you ta her, but she’d probably try to disprove a lot of the things you do though, so be warned! She’s really not anything like what you’re expecting!” said Jumple.
“I just had a great idea! We’ll BOTH get her a calculator!!!! We’re such nice people!” said Bloomeelia.
“Err…no Bloomeelia, she really has no clue how cool I think you are, that’d be pretty embarresing! She has a name for people as pretty and cool as you and…well..the only thing Jezella’s ever heard about you is when you were put under a spell by Zasher’s wife and nearly destroyed the entire kingdom!” said Jumple.
“Ah shucks, don’t be rediculeyus, bushy tailed budday, I’ve GOT to meet your clan, and ya know what, Jumpella? She’ll be stunned when she sees what a knockout gal pal you have!” said Bloomeelia. Jumple swallowed air and gulped nervously.
“I’m sure she will!!!!! Yeah…I’m sure!! And I’m sure my..parents will be….thrilled to death! Literally!” said Jumple who was now so nervous, he was eating his paws.
“You mean your parents weren’t sucked into a martian warship when you were 2 years old like mine were? YOU HAVE PARENTS? The kind that have wings and squawk like chorus birds when they eat cheesey tacos dipped in mustard sauce? THAT KIND OF PARENT? That’s even more cool!” said Bloomeelia.


Meanwhile….back at Jumple’s house…


Jezella began her daily routine of asking her mirror who the fairest one of all was. Her phantom guru oracle Glozook (whom unbeknownst to Jezella was actually a pawn of Zasher), told her that someone named Bloomeelia was the fairest one of all, and to seek revenge on her. As soon as Jezella saw her face, she fumed with jealousy.





Jumple personally wished that he could let Bloomeelia move in and become a permanent full fledged member of the crew, but he knew that would never happen. So in order to keep his “friendship” with the lovely mysterious and beautiful sorceress Bloomeelia, he hesitantly agreed to introduce her to his clan. This was a choice he would definitely regret….at first. When Jumple hesitantly arrived at his log cabin house with the calculator…and Bloomeelia by his side, he was now on the verge of turning into a jitterbug/kangaroo/hyena/jackrabbit/watermelon hybrid he was so nervous. Jumple almost burst into a fit of nervous laughter when he heard Jezella doing her typical complaining about how disgusting most modern day Splootonian females her age were. Jumple was literally about to fall through the ground. And things only got worse when Bloomeelia began pounding on the door with her tiny delicate hands.
“No offense, but, STOP THAT!!!” shouted Jumple. Jezella answered the door, and was definitely stunned from her fur to the bone. Jumple was hiding behind Bloomeelia, who was displaying the calculator, and herself.
“JUMPLE??? Correct me if I’m wrong but something about you looks…different!” said Jezella. Jumple finally showed himself.
“You know who she is, ra..right? The random calculator delivery gal, ya know??” said Jumple who was falling apart into a thousand pieces. Jezella folded her arms, and gave Jumple “the look”
“Hey now I get it! So NOW I know why you were 69 minutes late!! Hey Ma, Pa, come look, Jumple apparently had some assistance when he delivered my calculator!” said the constant tattle tale Jezella. Luckily they didn’t hear. Jumple tried to explain.
“It’s not what you think! HONESTLY! It just sort of happened this way, you know how it is when it takes so long to get a calculator and when one of those random …mysterious…beautiful helpers come out of nowhere to find one and deliver it for you!” said Jumple who was once again grinning sheepishly. Jumple wanted to run for his life, but knew he couldn’t. The situation at hand was absoloutely horrifying. He would have told the truth instantly if he were anything like his cousin Jyffel Dumbri. Jumple, like his sister had always been a red fox, but now he was a much darker dark shade of crimson. Bloomeelia was about to make an even bigger scene and apologize to Jumple, but Jumple realized his time was almost up, and he had to spill the truth. He felt more scared then when he had raided Farmer Fooshwibb’s entire chicken livestock.
“ALRIGHT ALRIGHT, to make a long story short, see when I’m out carrying out my duties as the authentic royal messenger of the Sploot Kingdom, I run into these…errr…. people a lot! Lotsa people! People! Yeah, that be the one, PEOPLE! And one day, I met one of those people! You know, PEOPLE, and sometimes, some of those people are really PRETTY people and that’s just how….it…is..with people!” said Jumple who could barely contain his nerves which had immense nervousness. Jezella chuckled.
“I’m not really that mad at you silly. A bit confused and grossed out. Although, you never told me about….what’s your name anyway?” asked Jezella. The whole situation had put Bloomeelia in an especially goofy mood.
“Happy BIRTHDAY, sister of Jumpella! Bloomeelia’s the name, white witchcraft’s my game, pleased to meet you Jezella! And might I say you people have the coolest lookin cabin I’ve ever laid my eyes on! Oh and here’s your calculator, my dear cretin!” said Bloomeelia. Jezella was now extremely insulted.
“Is that how you greet people? By calling them CRETINS?” shrieked Jezella wondering who the heck Jumple had made friends with.
“You mean…the word cretin is an insult? It’s a regional dialect where I’m from. I always thought it was interchangeable between being an insult and a compliment. See where I come from, in my place, it’s a really really common word used in almost every single sentence by all the cretins of my country, usually used as a polite way of greeting someone new!” said Bloomeelia. Jezella was now in total shock, thinking that this had to be some weird pizza induced dream caused from staying up too late.
“Where…..exactly…DO YOU come from?” asked Jezella who was dumbfounded drain bramaged and bewildered.
“Wooshy Woods, about 298 billion miles from here!” said Bloomeelia. Jezella turned and glanced at Jumple with an angry stare. Jezella had no idea that Jumple ventured that far on his travels.
“That does it, GET LOST!!!!” shouted Jezella. Bloomeelia’s feelings were deeply hurt, and she began to walk off with dejected tearful eyes. The occasionally very cruel Jezella was actually just jealous of Bloomeelia’s good looks and ability to perform magic, and suddenly felt somewhat guilty. But not guilty enough to not propose a contest.
“Darn it, you’d better apologize, she’s my friend and yer makin a real jerk outta yerself Jezella! Don’t make me think you should have been named Jerkzilla!!!” said Jumple. So Jezella, who had definitely been making a jerk of herself, ran up to Bloomeelia and tried to get her attention.
“Look, I’m sorry. I’m just not used to opening up the door expecting my bro and seeing some cool sorceress at the doorstep!” exclaimed Jezella
“You mean you actually think I’m…cool? Me?” asked Bloomeelia.
“Yeah, I’ve actually always liked sorcery! Science and magic are
essentially the same thing anyway!” said Jezella. Bloomeelia chuckled to herself and said nothing.
“So anyway, what I was really trying to get at was, a contest! If you can prove to me that you’re really a sorceress, you can be pals with me and my bro!” said Jezella.
“Oh really?” asked Bloomeelia. Jumple told Bloomeelia to transform Jezella into a can of soup. It happened.
“You’re a…WITCH! A WICKED WITCH!” shouted Jezella, croaking up a storm.
“Isn’t she though?” said Jumple smiling.