There comes a moment in every creature’s life when they sit quietly, clutching a cabbage, covered in soot, wondering where it all went wrong.
George’s life is basically that moment.
Earlier today there may or may not have been a rocket-powered contraption involved.
There may or may not have been fireworks.
There was definitely an ignition source.
And Dennis.
Dennis had, (allegedly) against George’s clearly expressed autonomy, previously strapped him to a rocket-powered bog and sent him Stockholm-bound at approximately 167 mph.
In hindsight, leaving Dennis unsupervised for 4.76 minutes was perhaps not the wisest decision.
George’s fur is still smoking.
The Emotional Support Lobster is considering a career change.
The workshop smells like regret and burnt duct tape.
But that’s the thing about habits.
At the time they seem like a small thing.
A quick thing.
A harmless thing.
Just a spark.
Just an “I wonder if...”
Just a moment.
And then suddenly you’re sitting in the ashes of someone else’s questionable life choices, hugging a vegetable for emotional support.
No judgement here.
We’ve all had our moments.
Still....
Today is No Smoking Day.
Which seems like a good day to put the lighter down, step away from the explosives, and maybe make slightly better decisions than the ones that led to this situation.
Dennis will not be taking this advice.
George would like to clarify that he was not smoking.
George was simply the nearest available passenger when Dennis discovered both fireworks and plumbing.
For those keeping track, the rocket luge incident was a month ago.
This is ..... "unrelated".
This is just another day of Dennis being Dennis and George being George.
Frankly, he deserves our sympathy.
Betty agrees.
Probably.
Hard to tell.
She’s a cabbage.
Previous absolutely unrelated incident:
https://thegremlinwrangler.blogspot.com/2026/02/the-gremlin-winter-olympics-day-8.html