Terry Adventures

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Reluctantly, Terry agrees. Even if he would rather help Stephen with his issues, checking in with the Ferry Godmother would probably be the best course of action.

"Alright Stephen, I'll get back to you on that." "Hm."

And so, Terry finally went to approach the control room, the domain of the Ferry Godmother. Unsure of what to expect, Terry lightly knocks. Immidiately, the door swings open.

"Ah, Terry, good to see you. I trust you spoke to Alfred? What a fine chap. Come in, come in, close the door. It's important."

"Well Terry, let me get right to the point. You probably remember that crystal you found on the island. Truth is, it's not just any old crystal. It is a crystal I have, in fact, been looking for. And I doubt I was the only one."

The Ferry Godmother reaches behind the crystal. Terry watches, not really sure what to expect. "The thing is, I knew this crystal was not as it appeared. I suspected whoever hid it, constructed a decoy shell around it. My suspicions were confirmed when I cracked it open." She pulls out a small blue stone.

By the seriousness in her voice, Terry suddenly realises that he is beholding something of extreme importance. "You see this, Terry? This is one of the keys to end a conflict that has been waging for many many years. Inside this stone, there are powers you couldn't possibly fathom."

Terry is in disbelief. Had they been using a mystical artifact as an axe all this time? Before he can respond however, the door to the control room is thrown open.

It's Trash, bursting in! "Godmother! It's one of the Captain's ships, approaching fast! We must prepare for battle!"

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After what seems like an eternity of Big Mouse slurping down on what remains of the Purplecakes’ purple juice, Terry comes to a conclusion.

If whatever the Ferry Godmother had to say to him was so important, she would have told him about it already. So there must be time for a quick chat with the Blue Guard.

“Hey.” “Hm.” “What’s your name? Mine is Terry!” “Hm. I’m Stephen, Stephen Blue-Inverse.” “Do you want to tell me why you’re so sad looking?” “Hm. I guess I could...” Terry eagerly awaits Stephen’s story.

Just a couple of months ago I was as happy as one could be. I had a beautiful wife and a beautiful daughter and a beautiful house and a beautiful job.

We lived in the Dome-Home. You know the one, located next to the Scorch Mountains. (Terry didn’t)

I had the perfect job, with just the nicest people you could work around. We even got cool bowties to wear in the office.

This all changed however, when our boss called in a company meeting. She told us the office had won a contest, that sent all of our employees on a week long cruise. I was excited, but also sad that my family couldn’t come with. You might recall, I mentioned how much I enjoyed their company earlier in this story. It was a nice vacation though. For three days anyways.

I remember it like it was yesterday. I was reading a good book and relaxing, while my colleagues were tearing it up on the dance floor. Suddenly, the entire ship began to shake!

I looked over and saw these... mice entering the ship... and they were lead by some sort of monster. I don’t recall what they said, it all happened so fast.

My boss tried to reason with them, but neither the monster nor the mice cared.

They began destroying the cruise ship and setting it ablaze, while at the same time taking all our valuables with them.

I was one of the lucky ones, I managed to save myself onto a piece of the deck they threw overboard.

You don’t know the feeling of true helplessness until you watch your old life burn away as you drift off into the sea. The worst part is, I could still hear their laughter, even long after their ship disappeared.

The Ferry Godmother picked me up a couple of days later. Just in time too. I was about to eat one of my four feet.

“You see Terry, my old life is gone. I will probably never even see my family again. And my job! Oh my job, I will never get it back. It’s been lost to the waters, along with my co-workers.” Stephen sighs. “But whatever, I don’t need your sympathies. What makes me special anyways? Everyone on this ship has lost so much, who cares about my issues.” Terry thinks on what to say. “Run along now. I’m sure the Fairy Godmother wants to see you now.” He can’t leve him, now could he? This guy is clearly in need of help. Maybe he should get some Terrapy. Or perhaps he really should check up on the Fairy Godmother now. It’s a tough decision. 

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Terry agrees. Sure, he would like to hear about the daring adventures Trash and Alfred may have encountered in the past, but he has left Big Mouse waiting long enough. 

Reluctantly, he hands the nice hat back over to Alfred. “It’s too bad you gotta go Terry, would have been nice to chat.” says Alfred, as he takes it back. But no matter. Terry feels confident this was the right decision. As he opens the door, Alfred calls out to him. “Oh, by the way, the Ferry Godmother wanted to speak with you.” 

Terry steps outside and a nice afternoon breeze hits his face. The sounds and smells of the ocean remind him of his time on the Treebark, with the Admiral and Jeffward and Bung. It seems hard to believe this was only a few weeks ago.

But what’s this? “Terry!” Big Mouse looks like he’s had a rough night behind him. The Blue Guard doesn’t much seem to care about his duty. “I’m so glad you’re here! The nights at sea are horrible! I haven’t slept one bit! I’m so hungry. And thirsty! Do you perhaps have some nice juicy breakfast you could share with me?”

And Terry does, of course! He quickly rushes over to Big Mouse, holding out the plate of Purplecakes to him.  Big Mouse digs right in. 

“Hey!”

The Blue Guard seems angry.  “Hands off the prisoner! I am under strict orders to not let anyone near him!”

Terry is annoyed. “Are you kidding me? I’m just giving him some food, he has a right to eat too, you know.” 

The Blue Guard sighs and leans over the railing. “Whatever. I don’t actually care. This whole thing sucks anyways.”

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Terry carefully steps into the cozy room. Trash and Alfred seem friendly. Well, Alfred does anyways.

“Come on pal, take a sit! We still got plenty of purplecakes left over.” That doesn’t sound half bad to Terry.

And that sounds very reasonable, poor Big Mouse must be starving out there. Island time can take it’s toll on a person.

Terry gratefully sits down at the table. It’s been ages since he sat at one of those. 

“Here, have my hat. I’m not allowed to wear it right now.”  Alfred smiles and places the hat on Terry’s head.

Terry has missed the feeling of a hat. It’s been ages since he’s worn one of those! This day couldn’t start off any better.

And yet it can! Without saying a word, Trash slides the plate of purplecakes over to him.

Terry digs right in. It’s been ages since he’s had a good meal like this! The taste does remind him of the island’s hayberries. But that’s a distant memory already.

While Terry has never spoken this language, he does feel like he perfectly understands what this voice is asking of him. 

“Hey guys, let’s play some strip poker! That sounds like fun!”

Trash and Alfred burst out into laughter. Alfred turns to him. “You don’t stand a chance buddy. Why do you think I’m sitting here totally naked? If theres one thing you gotta know about Trash, is that she’s an absolute champion at poker.” Terry doesn’t follow. He’s never heard of either poker or strip poker before.

For the first time in this conversation, Trash starts talking to Terry. “You know what little guy? I enjoy you. We’re friends now. Let us share tales of our past adventures with each other.” Terry doesn’t know about this.

“I really should check up on Big Mouse and share some breakfast with him.” Alfred looks confused. “You sure about this? I mean, even if we’re friends now, I don’t think you’ll get an opportunity again to hear our stories any time soon if you leave now. Besides, that’s just a mouse out there.” This doesn’t sit well with Terry. Big Mouse is still his friend after all. But knowing more about these guys could come in handy later.  Another classic dilemma.

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Terry gets out of his sleeping niche and sits down to put on his boots and the remaining kneepad.

That seems like a sensible idea. The Captain might not even have the stick yet. But where would he find these elemental crystals? Maybe he should ask somebody about them. 

Terry stands up and looks around. Muffled sounds of metallic clunks and banging reach him through the closed door to his right. That must be the boiler room. Terry wonders who maintains it. He suddenly feels very lost. This ship seems much bigger than before.

Excellent idea, thinks Terry.

And so, he begins to wander through the belly of the ship. Someone should clean up around here, lots of junk laying around. Blue electric torches light up the rooms. The Pink Girl is sleeping. Terry tries to be as quiet as possible as he walks towards the door with the exit sign above it.

A spiraling staircase stretches out before him, and so Terry proceeds to climb it. Isabelle snores in her own sleeping niche. Terry wouldn’t want to upset her, so he stays quiet. Finally he reaches the top.

Terry finds himself in a cozy little room. Trash and Alfred are sitting at the table playing cards. Alred greats him. “Oh hey Terry, glad you’re up!” Trash looks up from her cards. “Look little man, I think we might have gotten off on the wrong foot yesterday. Wanna sit down with us? We got breakfast and we got playing cards.” Terry thinks. He did want to check up on his friend the Big Mouse, who’s still tied up outside. Though he would also like to get to know these folks a little better. Tough choice.

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A chilly breeze blows through the dead forest. Steps are drawing closer. 

A cloaked figure runs past.

It seems to be followed.

The figure hides behind a chunk of wall.

The Mice Patrol seems to have lost him, even the tracking monster can’t pick up his scent.

They continue walking.

The figure slips away.

Finally, he has made it to his actual target.

The Captain’s Rally.

Rumors have been spread for months about this gathering, but the day has finally come. Captain Horace seems to be in the middle of a speech, next to him the captured Admiral. “-finally my dear followers, we are ready to begin our plan!”

The crowd of mice and monsters listens intently, they’re excited to hear what he as to say.

“Our enemies are captures, and finally, the Scept of Infinity is complete once more.”

“That’s right Gerd, there’s no escape for you now. You should have joined me when you had the chance.” “STOP!” 

“Leave the Admiral alone! I don’t know what you’re about to do, but I will stop you!” Terry has drawn his convenient sword. This is it, the Captain will fall.

“Oh, Terry, so glad you decided to join us! Unfortunately, you can not stop me. You see, I have finally collected the four elemental crystals: The crystals of liquid, gas, solidity and most importantly heart!”

He points the Scept of Infinity at the Admiral. “Let me give you an example of what this baby can do!”

The crystals begin to glow and a beam of light hits the Admiral in the chest.

Something begins to spread around his body. The Admiral gives up.

He looks at Terry. “I’m sorry.” 

His whole body has now turned gray. The Captain triumphantly raises his hook.

In this moment, the Admiral begins to disappear.

The dust that he once was is blown away by the breeze. He is gone.

Silence has fallen over the rally. Everyone is too shocked to react.

“NOO!” Terry is distraught. This can’t be happening.

Captain Horace laughs. His laugh grows louder and louder until Terry wakes up.

Oh, that’s right. This was all a dream. He is still on the ship. Luckily, this can never happen in reality. Or could it? No, of course not. Terry sits up.

How long has he slept? It feels like he was out for a while. It all starts to come back. That’s right, he and the Big Mouse were finally rescued off of the island by the Ferry Godmother.  Terry feels anxious somehow. Maybe he should explore the ship for a while, get to know the crew a little better perhaps? But then again, he wouldn’t know who to go to first. There’s of course his friend the Big Mouse, probably still in chains. Or maybe the Ferry Godmother herself? Trash and Alfred probably also have some interesting stuff to say. Or maybe he should talk to Isabelle and the other two, whose names he still doesn’t know. This is a lot to think about, and he just woke up.

In the beginning, there was nothing but darkness for us.

We were like sheep, waiting to be rescued.

But it all changed when the Color Wizard rose...

He pickes us up and examined us. He saw that we were worthy.

So he carried us into the light.

He showed us our new world: The Grey Plains. He set us down and allowed us to build our homes here.

And soon, we had created Monochrome Town. And we all lived happliy here. 

“So this is why Terry. This is why we don’t wander.” 

“But dad, we’re the Colorless Wanderers! Are you sure we aren’t meant to explore the world sometime?”

Terry’s dad chukled. “Of course not son! Otherwise we’d be defying the Wizard’s wishes!” “Terry, Reginal, dinner’s done!” “Oh, I hear your mother’s calling! Come along now Terry my boy.”

“I dunno dad, I’m not sure I wanna spend all my life doing the same thing.” “Nonsense, you’ll grow to love it! We all did.”

But Terry still wasn’t satisfied. He couldn’t stop thinking about it. Should he really only do what the Wizard told his people?”

His train of thought did not continue however, as his mom placed a bowl of grey porridge in front of him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. 

“Have a nice eat!” Terry loved his folks and grey porridge.

But somehow, today grey porridge didn’t seem good. His parents enjoyed it, why couldn’t he? So, he decided to head out and ask his good friend Muscle Pete, out in the Greywood Forest.

“Oh boy, Terry, I don’t know! I kinda just like chopping down trees! There’s always a tree chopper in town, and that’s me for now! Why would I wanna do something else? You should ask Farmer George though, he might have the answer you’re looking for!”

“Nay Terry son, never thought about doing anything differently! Outside world? That’s danger and stuff. Besides, I’m the farmer, I can’t leave. You should ask the Priest.”

The Priest and his assistant were standing in front of the temple. “Here ye, here ye everybody! We need donations! I will venture out to the Crossroad Village to buy new paint for the statue of the Grand Color Wizard!”

The crowd seemed to be supportive of that plan. Terry wasn’t. This wasn’t getting him anywhere.

“How can everybody just be happy doing what they’re told? I don’t get it.” The other kids look perplexed. Henry raises an eyebrow. “Man Terry, you are one odd kid.”

Terry took offense to that. But before he could respond, Gerald approached. “Ey y’all, the Baker’s letting us help him bake the bread for tommorow! Come on, you can’t miss this!”

Excited, the other kids ran off, leaving Terry behind.

He had to get out of town, there was no quiet moment here.

And so, Terry just began walking. Past the town square, and past the Wizard Temple, the only building allowed to have colors.

He walked past the farm, and past the Hump Animals. Night was setting in. 

He walked past the very last buildings of the town, and into the open plains. He did not care that everybody told him it was dangerous, he just wanted to see what was out there.

Eventually he came to a cliffside. And what he saw was beautiful.

A wide, open landscape. Filled with colors!

The Priest always told them, that only the Wizard could lay claim to colors, which is why the outside world would soon be destroyed. But Terry liked colors. 

Maybe the other Colorless Wanderers didn’t see it like that, but that’s okay. Someday, he’d wander away from Monochrome Town. And if he did, he would make sure never to think about the Wizard.

Morning.

Time for Horatio to wake up.

The dumpster swings open.

“Hoo man, hoo boy. Another day for Horatio. Time for breakfast.”

“Yup, this is breakfast.”

Horatio is thinking. The bread is stale. Tastes good. Maybe Horatio will sleep in a bed tonight.

“Yo, Horatio!” Oh great. It’s Janitor.

He looks angry. Gotta get down quick.

“’Sup?”

“We had a deal pal, where is the loot?”

Horatio rolls his eyes. “Oh come on, you know me. If you need a silver knife you’re gonna get a silver knife. Though it sure would be nice if you’d let me know what you need it for, for once.”

“Ah come on pal. You know I can’t rat my employers out like that. Anywhos, here’s your pay. Thanks Horatio.”

“Uh-huh, sure bud.”  Horatio doesn’t really care. He has 3 coins now. Maybe he won’t spend it all on a drink today.

As he leaves the construction site, he notices crowds of people flocking to the stage plaza. What now?

“-and this is why we can not allow some outsider to take office in our dear town! Instead, reelect me, Burgermeister Snapfeeder! Remember how I fixed the one window on the town hall behind me!”

The Burgermeister continues screaming. The crowd seems to be very interested in what he has to say. His opposition only seems to be amused. He’s probably gonna win this election.

Horatio doesn’t care for politics. It’s like whatever.  “Ey, Horatio!”

Phew. Just Clarence the police monkey. He seems to wanna talk about something. “Glad I have found ya. I need to share some unfortunate news with you. Remember Terry? That little guy who wandered into our town a few months ago?”

“Sure do! Let me tell ya, I love that little dude! We’ve been pen pals since he left! Haven’t heard from him in a while but he’ll get around to writing me back, he always does.”

Clarence removes his sunglasses. Why? “I’m sorry Horatio, but the National Guard informed us about which ships went missing at sea this week, and it appears some sailors saw the Admiral’s ship burned down, after being attacked by Captain Horace himself. We have no word if any of the crew made it out alive.”

“But, that would mean Terry..” Clarance puts his paw on Horatio’s shoulder. “Sorry Horatio, I thought you should know. Maybe he’s fine.” Horatio says nothing.

Here Horatio is again, back in the Tavern. Drinking another Green Juice. All his coins spent, once again. It’s embarassing really.

Terry is fine. He must be. Nothing that bad would happen to the little guy.

“Oh little buddy. I hope you’re alright.” The last letter he ever sent. No. The last one he sent so far. There will be more. There have to be.

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The voices remain quiet for a while. Terry makes up his mind. Perhaps they have begun saying something now, but it unfortunately was too late to be incorporated into his train of thought.

“Sure, you can have it!” Terry feels that he can trust the Ferry Godmother, and thinks the Big Mouse’s Crystal Ax will be in good hands with her.

With the sun beginning to set, Terry walks back to the ship, just in time to witness the crew pulling the last supplies on deck. Everyone seems exhausted by now, after having spent all day running around the island.

Terry walks up to the ship. Once he climbs this ladder, he will have left the island for good. He takes a deep breath and steps off the island.

At the edge of the jungle, the animals gather, to watch the ship leave. It appears they can go back to their regular business now. Shame, that small round ball and the grey hunk where fun to watch. 

The Guide sits down at the edge of the island. “Well Terry. You made it.

You conquered this challenge. 

You have found new allies. New friends.

You are save for now. It appears you won’t need me anymore for a while.

But know that big things are coming. More mysteries to solve. More adventures to be had.

But for now, you can relax.

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The voices grow very loud. They are certain that the Big Mouse can’t be left behind. Terry steps forward.

“We can’t leave him behind! He’s my friend. I’m not going without him. He’s not a bad guy anymore, he’s changed! If you leave him behind, then I’m staying here too.”

The Ferry Godmother and Trash exchange a glance. Terry seems to be serious. It seems like there’s just one solution here.

The Big Mouse sighs as Isabelle ties the last knot.

Terry is unconveinced. “Come on guys, There’s no need for that.”

The Ferry Godmother turns to Terry. “I’m sorry Terry, but we must make sure. If what you say is true, then there is nothing to worry. But these mice have caused too much harm for us to let him roam freely.”

The guy with the hat walks up to Terry.  “Howdy Terry! I’m Alfred. I’m a chronicler, I travel the world to write down the history. Maybe you could show me around the island for a bit?” Terry agrees.

After showing Alfred around the island, Terry finally leads him to the arts and crafts cave. “Truly fascinating!” Alfred is exstatic, as he begins scribbling down his findings in his journal. Terry leaves him to it.

As he returns back to the beach, he finds Trash and the others carrying supplies from the island back to the ship.  “Terry?”

Terry turns around. It’s the Ferry Godmother, holding the Big Mouse’s Crstal Ax.  “What’s this?” “Oh that’s just the Big Mouses’ Crystal Ax. We found the crystal in some cave next to a skeleton, and it was the hardest thing around, so we used it to chop the wood.” “Would you mind if I took it for myself for a while?”

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The standoff continues, as the three faces on the boat await Terry’s response.

>Answer the one on the left (”Who are you? What is your business?”)

“My name’s Terry, and uh, I was part of the Admiral’s crew, but we were attacked by Captain Horace, so now me and a buddy have been stranded on this island for like a month now.”

Terry awaits a response.

“Also, do you guys have any watermelons? We might have scurvy.”

The one on the right responds first. “Sure we do dearie. You can have some later”. She turns to the other two. “I think we can trust him, any enemy of Captain Horace is my friend.”

“Fine, but if he tries something I’ll knife him. Also he can’t bring the spear.”

And so, Terry drops his spear and climbs up the ladder, excited to finally have found a way off the island.

Now he finally gets a good look at the crew of the boat.  The red one waves at him. “Hi Terry, I’m Isabelle!” The one in the middle smiles. “Howdy, I’m the Ferry Godmother. I own this boat.” The one on the left looks suspicious. “Trash is the name.” She points to the right of Terry.

“And there’s the others.” Three nervous looking people eye him carefully. Now that Terry thinks about it, the one with the hat seems familiar, and so does the armored Trash.

As Terry is taking everything in, he hears a familiar voice calling for him. “Terry, is that you on the boat?

It’s the Big Mouse!

“Big Mouse! I stopped the ship! Come over, quick!”

“Awesome job Terry! The raft didn’t work out, but looks like we’re not gonna need it!”

“Now hold on a second here!”

Isabelle and Trash look angry.  “You can’t bring one of the Captain’s mice on board! Everyone on this ship is here because of them!”

The Big Mouse is very angry. “Didn’t wanna come on your stupid ship anyways.”

The Ferry Godmother steps forward. “I’m sorry Terry, but we can’t take him with us. His kind has hurt too many innocent people. Everyone here had to be rescued because the mice destroyed their ships. You can still come with us, but he can’t.”

The three others have already gone into hiding.

The sun is burning hot in the sky. A flock of Sea Doves glides through the clear air. 

The Murky Sea, in the Crooked Cane Field. A slime crab is taking in the sun, a nice change of pace from the dark green waters below.

A small wooden lifeboat, the Chestnut is gently floating through the field. Inside, we see some familiar faces.

It’s Bung and the gang, still in the boat they used to flee the dreadful attack of Captain Horace. Even the Emerald Lizards, who snuck on board on the Floating Convenience Store, made it.

Jeffward and Sinclair are playing cards, the last deck they managed to swipe from the burning Treebark. Sinclair is winning. Jeffward can’t tell, but her twitching tail gives away that she has a good hand.

With a sigh, Bung leans over the edge of the boat. Days of drifting on the open sea have left him hungry, thirsty, and weak.

But what he spots now, he simply can’t believe.

It’s land! They will finally be saved!

“Full speed ahead”, Bung yells out. 

After weeks out at sea, the Chestnut is washed ashore.

Bung is about to cry. They finally made it. Sinclair helps Jeffward out of the boat.

Quickly, Bung walks up the nearby hill to take a look at their surroundings. In the distance, large towers stretch out into the sky, and massive mountain formations seem to cover the landscape. “We can make this work!”

Gleefully, Jeffward throws sand around.

Sinclair is suddenly overcome with self doubt, and she carefully begins voicing her concerns. “Hey guys, I know you only took me in because you had no other choice, and if you want me to leave now I totally understand.”

Bung kneels down in front of her. “Are you kidding? After what we’ve been through? We’re basically family now, there’s no way we would leave you behind!”

Sinclair is still unsure. “Are you sure? I never... had any friends like you guys, the Captain didn’t like it.”

“Well, the Captain isn’t here, now is he?” Bung still reaches out to her with his paw. Jeffward chimes in. “Yeah, come with us, we love you!” Sinclair is close to tears.  And so, she rushes over and gives Bung a hug.

“Hey!”

“What are you guys doing on my beach?”

Nobody knows what to say. Finally, Bung speaks up. “Uh, we’re kinda having a moment here. Besides that, I don’t see your name on it.”

“Can’t you read? It says Glunk’s Beach, right there! Now get off my property!”

“Listen dude, we didn’t mean to intrude on your property, but Captain Horace and his mice burned our boat down, and we had to land on your beach, otherwise we would’ve starved out there.”

Glunk sighs. “So another batch of pirate refugees, eh?”

“Fine, fine. Come along, You can stay for the night, but you gotta leave in the morning.” 

Without hesitation, Bung, Jeffward, and Sinclair follow the helpful Glunk. Their own journey has just begun, and they will face many unknown dangers, but for now, they are safe.