Run Away

No sooner did Stu turn to run into the woods did he find his entire backside pelted with hundreds of tiny spears. The little peanuts were great shots indeed!

Attack!

No sooner did Stu kick dust in their little peanut eyes did he hear a tiny scream. Then from every bush within 20 feet came hundreds of peanuts... all carrying tiny little spears. Stu figure all he had to do was keep kicking sand - no biggie since these guys are so tiny...

'Take That' You Peanut-Heads

Stu hopped to his feet and kicked sand into their bewildered eyes... sending numerous peanuts flying.
He was still feeling the warmth from the near scorching and felt good to get them back for their evil deeds!

Smoldering

Just as quickly as the flame started... it was out.
The flame did nothing more that burn the lines that held Stu to the ground...
His fir was still damp from the seawater and didn't catch fire at all.
The peanuts were immediately aware of their predicament.

Lit Up

Silence filled the air.
There were a few short scratching-striking sounds that Stu recognized as the only thing on the planet that makes a scratching-striking sound.
The slightly louder sound of a match catching and igniting soon followed to confirm his suspicions.
Stu wiggled a bit, but was held fast by the tiny strings - within seconds he felt a wave of heat over most of his body - HE WAS LIT UP!

Hot Feet

Blast their resourcefulness... the little peanuts quickly regrouped around Stu's ankles. This time he would need a new plan... and quickly!

Snuffed Out

Stu foiled their dastardly plan with a simple puff of air.
His quick thinking solved an immediate problem... but the little peanuts won't be foiled for long. Though small.. they looked resourceful!

Bar-B-Q

Stu glanced around and saw little bean-sized critters piling firewood around him.
One of them had a lighted torch.
Stu realized he was on the menu.

Tied Down

Stu woke several hours later and realized he couldn't move.
He was tied to the ground with tiny little strings.
His whiskers were even anchored down... he couldn't budge.
He laid there and blinked.. wondering what to do next.

Exhausted

Stu crawled into the shade of a nearby palm tree and fell fast asleep.
As he drifted off to sleep he had a thought of his warm little home in the cliff... many miles away.

Drag Away

Stu mustered up enough energy to get up onto his knees and drag himself away from the scene of the 'crash'.
He was able to get most of the sand out of his head but still couldn't see very well as he crawled along the sandy beach.

Face Pack

Stu's face impacted the ground so hard... sand filled his nose, mouth, and eye lids.
His whole face stung a bit, and his eyes felt like they were grinding out each time he blinked.
All in all it was a terrible experience and he didn't wish it on his worst enemy.

Bad Landing

Stu hit the ground like a sack of potatoes.
It is amazing how hard sand feels when you pack your face into it.
Definitely NOT what Stu had planned.

Good Aim

Stu flew thru the air like a missile.
Thankfully for him, there was an island directly in his path.
He held on tight and braced for impact...

Launch

Stu came blasting out the Sea Creatures nostril with such force his ears popped!
He finally got a fresh breath of cool sea air... The humid stench from the creatures stomach was beginning to get to him.
He hung on tight and for a moment forgot that "what goes up must come down".

Nasal Passage

Stu directed his flying rocking chair thru what turned out to be the Sea Monster's sinus cavity.
He had no clue the creature had been suffering from a cold!
His grip on the remote became quite difficult.

Openings Ahead

Stu couldn't believe his eyes... Just ahead he saw the light of day coming from several openings.

Two small openings and one huge jaggedy scary looking opening... Stu steered toward the small openings.

Pulling 'G' s

The fish were going so fast around corners that Stu felt his whole body compress into the chair. He nearly blacked out. . It was everything he could do to maintain consciousness.

Holy Mackerel

As soon as Stu's finger hit the button a steady beam of light shone on the nearby wall.

Just as suddenly, the fish all darted for the beam spot.

Stu had seen this behavior before and only guessed that it would work on Mackerel!

Yeee Haaaa... He was off at lightening speed. His main concern was to keep shifting the focus point before he hit any walls!!!

Remotely Speaking

Stu carefully placed his hand on the remote and then with a swift sure click... Hit the PLAY button! A couple sparks at first and a sad buzzing sound, and then out came a steady beam of laser light!

Fasten your Seat Belts

Stu used the cord from the lamp to fashion himself a seat belt.

He shifted back and forth and found the seat quite comfortable.

He'll be happy it fits fairly snug in a moment..

Ready the Rocket Rocker

It was done.

All essential items taped in place.

Stu stood back and admired his masterpiece.

Stu View

Stu worked and worked and succeeded on taping 20 plus fish to the rails of the rocker.

... But then just stood there waiting for his thoughts to materialize...

Nothing.

Nothing.

Again nothing...

So he climbed up and peeked thru the monitor and saw his current problem...

the mouse cord had been severed.

A SERIOUS SITUATION INDEED... Especially if he ever was to get out of the belly of the sea monster alive.