Ambrosia: Just What the Doctor Ordered

[Dr. McNinja]

(Continued from "McNinja Doesn't Steal Panties")

"And who might you be?"

Doc tried to smile. "I'm Dr. McNinja. Uh... general physician. I uh..."

Dr. McNinja lifted his right hand. His wrist was currently bent backwards approximately fifteen degrees more than was anatomically possible. The nurse rat raised an eyebrow.

"I'm guessing that's not normal."

"No," Doc winced, "Definitely not."

"You need me to look at that?"

"Like I said, I'm a doctor," McNinja shrugged, "I can take care of it."

"Well, it looks like you broke it in a fall," the nurse muttered as she coaxed a patient into opening their mouth, "which means you broke the fall with your right hand. I'll assume, therefore, that you're right-handed. Unless you want to perform a two-handed operation on yourself with only your bad hand..."

Dr. McNinja shrugged, impressed. "Nice diagnosis. But I can handle myself."

The rat rolled her eyes. "You're suspicious because I'm ratfolk?"

"What?"

"Don't worry, I don't shed fur all over the place," the nurse grumbled, "I follow standard medical protocol... Well, as much as I can, anyhow, with the resources available."

"No, no, that's not what I'm- I'm not accusing you of anything! I've honestly seen stranger! I once drank orange juice and it brought me back to life! My secretary is a gorilla! And Judy, well, Judy can be more professional than me. I just... I know some tricks."

The nurse smirked. "I think I got you beat in that area."

"Um... no," Dr. McNinja chuckled, "I definitely have more tricks."

"Really?" the nurse snatched a stained bottle from a nearby shelf and handed it to a strange bunny-sock-doll-with-legs creature which scurried away. "Did you know, for instance, that you could inject the blood of a basilisk into your wrist to set an internal cast which-"

"Oh, don't be so barbaric," Doc scoffed, "Everybody knows the best way to regenerate any part of the body is to isolate it by turning it into its own life form."

"And how, might I ask, would you accomplish this?"

"Simple," Doc said, resting his broken wrist on a nearby table, "Lifeweed."

"Lifeweed?" the nurse laughed, "And run the risk of your hand severing itself from your arm?"

"I'd rather run the risk of that than the risk of petrifying my internal organs."

"Basilisk blood can't petrify you," the nurse said, handing a bird-boy creature some pills.

"If you were to digest it while you weren't petrified," Doc snapped, "basilisk blood has a high chance of doing just that. It wouldn't petrify anything else, just your innards and veins, leaving everything else still-"

"Watch your tone, you amateur," the rat scowled as she spoon-fed a nearby Pokemon, "And you of all people, I would think think, should've heard about the petrification vaccine. It's quite revolutionary. It sends signals of petrification to petratoxic bacteria, tricking the bacteria into mollifying the body instead."

"But that would counteract the bone repair, wouldn't it?"

"Don't be silly. You isolate the fracture with a simple Neo-Gothic Architecture Maneuver."

Dr. McNinja wanted to retort in some way, but it was true. Now that he thought about it, Doc realized that the quickest way to fix a small bone fracture would be to inject basilisk blood into the marrow. He had always avoided it, even when he had basilisk blood handy, because the risk of killing someone was too great. But if you had such a miraculous vaccine handy somewhere... In a place like the Omniverse, one might. But frankly, he was more fascinated that this nurse seemed to know about supernatural medicinal practices almost as well as he did, including the notoriously difficult Neo-Gothic Architecture Maneuver.

"What's your name?" Doc asked.

"Matilda Waltz," the rat answered, "I'm the nurse practitioner in Ambrosia."

"Nice to meet you," Dr. McNinja said. He stuck out his right hand to shake Matilda's. Matilda frowned and stared at the outstretched limb.

"Wasn't that broken just a moment ago?"

"Ninja tricks."

Matilda rolled her eyes. "I should've known."

"Probably. I'm not exactly hiding it," Doc teased, "Listen, I was looking for a place to set up my own practice, but I quite like this place already. Could I stay here for a bit longer?"

Matilda squinted. "You trying to drive me out of my own business, boy?"

"No, no, no," Doc assured her, "Just... work together. You're not exactly drowning in helpers."

Nurse Matilda glanced around the medical tent. Dr. McNinja was right. The only thing in excess around here were the people who kept "feeling icky". She could certainly use another professional on par with her skills.

"Fine," the rat sighed, "But first, you'll have to be naturalized by Princess Guu... or whoever is acting leader, now that she's gone."

Doc nodded and left the tent, shouted back, "I'll see you in a bit!"

Dr. McNinja disappeared onto the streets, leaving Nurse Matilda very, very confused. But she decided to not question it. After all, this was a great opportunity. Finally, someone else with her level of medical expertise to take care of the people here.

"I might even get a weekend off, now," Matilda dreamed.

[Dr. McNinja]

Dr. McNinja unplugged his Communicator from the Recall Station.

“So… now I can just teleport back here whenever I want?” the doctor inquired.

“Sorta,” the assistant Marill chirped, “But it takes a while for the recall to work. Give it, maybe, five to ten minutes?”

“Still, beats riding Yoshi everywhere,” Doc thought, “I could put this to good use.”

The Communicator (which was essentially just an iPhone) beeped pleasantly in his hand, noting that the Recall Station at Ambrosia had been registered. Dr. McNinja tapped on the apps and explored with it, now that he finally had a chance to look at it more closely. He had already registered Nurse Matilda’s number, in case something interesting happened.

He had set up shop in Ambrosia for the span of approximately 20 minutes when he got his first call.

The rat-nurse’s voice scratched through the speaker. “Is this Dr. Ninja?”

“McNinja,” the doctor replied. He started strolling back down the cobblestone streets towards the medical tent. “And yes.”

“Good to know this thing works. We’ve got a situation out in Gumball Valley."

"Sounds like a dentist thing. Is it a dentist thing?"

"No."

"I can do dentist things."

"No, it's a-" Matilda paused. "It's a ninja thing."

"Oh," Doc replied, "I can do that too."

"Some weeks ago, a potential ally of Ambrosia, and a personal friend named Princess Bubblegum was working on an immortality drug.”

“Oh, dear,” Doc grumbled, “Are there zombies?”

“Candy zombies.” Nurse Matilda hesitated. “How’d you know?”

”I've seen it before,” Doc muttered.

"Well, the issue was more or less resolved when Princess Bubblegum revised her formula to account for the hypoglemic symptoms associated with zombiosis."

"I said I've seen it before," Doc groaned.

"Hey!" Matilda snapped, "I'm trying to give you a mission over here! You'd do well to listen to what I'm saying, you nonsensical dunce!"

Dr. McNinja recoiled and whimpered, "Yes, ma'am."

"And don't you get sassy with me," the nurse grumbled, "Anyways, smart-ass, if you're so clever, you'll know what to do. Some straggling candy zombies are harassing Tootsie Town."

"Tootsie Town?" Doc snickered, "They called it Tootsie Town?"

Matilda glared at Dr. McNinja. The phone only processed audio, but that didn't stop Dr. McNinja from somehow hearing the glare.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Your job," Nurse Matilda sighed, "You are to go and find Princess Bubblegum, who knows the formula for the cure. She is already on her way to Tootsie Town. I've already texted you the coordinates."

"Thanks," Doc sighed, then hung up. He was now at the stable by the city gates. The old man he talked to earlier was snoring unpleasantly. He had somehow managed to remain comfortably supine, balancing himself on the edge of the stool and the stable wall. A cartoonish bubble expanded and shrank, attached to the man's nose. In all his years of medical practice, Doc had never seen something more anatomically bizarre. And he had seen three-headed gorilla zombies with epilepsy posing as vampires in college. Dr. McNinja cleared his throat, getting the attention of the stablemaster, who literally popped his bubble with a sharp, awakening snore.

"Yer wantin yer dinosaur?" the stablemaster inquired sleepily.

"I'm wantin me dinosaur," Doc replied.

Yoshi trotted out of the stable, jaw suspiciously bloody.

"B'n feedin her w'ever I could fine," the old man grumbled, "She has a helluven appetite."

"Don't I know it," Doc muttered back, remembering the dozens of ninja druggies she chewed back in Rayner's manor.

"B'seein ye," the stablemaster groaned before slipping back into his previous position. The nose bubble swelled again Yoshi cooed happily as she licked her lips and nuzzled Dr. McNinja with her bloodied snout. Doc smiled.

"I like it here, too," Doc smiled, "Now, if we want to stay here longer... We have to go help some candy people."

"Skree!" *

* "Dude, I am a full-grown velociraptor. You don't have to talk to me like a baby."

"And it's gonna be scary. There's gonna be mean people-"

"Skrawww!" **

** "It'd actually be more helpful if you were to just tell me who we're going to fight."

"But I'll protect you, okay?"

Yoshi rolled her eyes and kneeled. Dr. McNinja swung his leg over Yoshi's back and patted her neck.

"Ready?"

"Skraw."

"Let's go rescue Tootsie Town."

Yoshi screeched, as if to announce the city of Ambrosia that she'd try to be back before dinner, but that if she were late, the city should start eating supper without her, since, after all, traffic could be especially bad in the evenings. She then sprinted off into the distance.

"Yoshi, I don't think running as fast as you can will be productive."

"SCRAWW"

"Well, you're gonna get tired, soon, aren't you?"

"SCRAWW"

"I don't know why I'm talking to you, I don't understand what you're saying."

They set off once more into the woods.

[Dr. McNinja]

Dr. McNinja yawned once more as Yoshi trotted along the trees.

“Are we there yet?” Doc mumbled.

“Scraww,” * explained Yoshi.

* “I don’t know, I’m not the one with the GPS.”

“You know, I’m kinda wishing I summoned a car or something. This is taking a while.”

Yoshi paused and turned her head to glare at Doc. Dr. McNinja had slung his labcoat over his shoulder. His tie was loosened, and he had unbuttoned his collar. His sleeves were rolled up, on account of the beads of sweat gathering on his arms.

After all, the woods were hot during the mid-day. It wasn’t the type of swelling heat that populated deserts, but the moist kind, the kind that chokes you and drowns you in invisible steam. It was comparable to sitting inside a steam room while sitting on hand warmers. Doc regretted not bringing any water - he was getting dehydrated very quickly. Though his training forbade it, this was one of the many moments Doc wished he could just take his mask off.

Yoshi screeched once more in protest. Doc was now too tired to argue. He simply rested his head on Yoshi’s sweltering neck and conceded, “Okay, okay, just keep going.”

They traveled for another half-hour before they reached a stream. Doc moaned in relief and managed to somehow collapse off of Yoshi’s back. Doc struggled towards the stream, looking in to see if it was clean. Having confirmed it, he slurped greedily. Yoshi likewise stooped down to lap water into her mouth.

After about three minutes of rest, Dr. McNinja decided to walk alongside Yoshi for a bit. The velociraptor ran off to find some local delicacies, such as squirrels, birds and lost orc warriors while Doc marched through the woods.

Four hours of travel later, Dr. McNinja managed to reach the gate of the village. Matilda wasn’t kidding about the place being small. There were maybe five or six cottages constructed from thatch and twigs, fenced off by ropes and stakes. The only building that seemed to be vaguely stable was a stone tower that seemed to have been there before the village was established. The whole place overall was very shabby and hard to defend.

Which would explain the zombies, but then, not too much could explain them.

“Ah. Of course,” Doc muttered, “Undead candy people.”

Yoshi screeched and resisted Doc’s pull.

“Come on, let’s go,” Dr. McNinja hissed.

Yoshi hissed right back. Clearly, the velociraptor was not a fan of undead sweets. Dr. McNinja rolled his eyes and let go of the harness.

“Fine,” he whispered, “Make me face these people all on my own. Be that way.”

He unsheathed his katana and sighed. Last time he fought zombies, it was… traumatizing. The ninjas he had slaughtered in Rayner’s mansion had come back to un-life, and the zombies he killed… well, their families were less than enthusiastic about the whole thing. So he wanted to make sure as many of these candy people would survive as possible.

Which was an interesting mission. The description “Candy People” was a valid description of the creatures limping around the village-turned-graveyard. The first zombie Doc saw was one of those mints that were swirly red and white, gnawing on the lifeless body of a candy cane with limbs. A Tootsie Roll with a mustache was dragging his legless body around with one deteriorating arm, slobbering at the mouth. A moldy Hershey’s bar kept losing pieces of itself as it bashed its head against the tower door. The only things that these zombies held in common with each other were that they were anthropomorphic candy and that they had glowing, green eyes that protruded from their sockets. Grossed out, Dr. McNinja glanced up.

There was a spindly woman at the top, reaching out from the window, screaming at Doc. Dr. McNinja squinted to look closely. The woman was dressed in all pink. Her long hair, which extended below the windowsill, and even her skin was also bright pink. The only thing not pink about her was the thin gold wire that wrapped around her head, which shot upwards around the middle. Judging by the shape of the wire and the blue gem that tipped the little spike, she was wearing a crown. Which meant that Doc had found his ally.

Unfortunately, his ally was screaming because one of the candy zombies was chewing on her shoulder.

“Hey!” Doc shouted, “How you doing?”

“IT BIT ME!” the princess screamed.

“Uh, yeah, I see it,” Dr. McNinja replied, “Does it hurt?”

“DOES IT HURT?!”

“I’ll be right up.” McNinja waved cheerfully and strolled casually to the tower. Princess Bubblegum shouted, “Wait!”

“Just let… Science… Do the work!” the princess shrieked in pain, “Science… Is my rrraaWWWGHHH”

Princess Bubblegum let out one final shriek of pain as her skin almost instantly grew moldy. Her entire personage grew a shade greener. Her skin almost became liquid and her eyes swelled up, as if someone from behind was squeezing them. They filled with a mysterious green liquid, until she looked no different from the other candy zombies. Dr. McNinja was too late.

“Uh, I’m a big fan of science, too!” Doc shouted, “Listen, just hang tight! I’ll be right there and we’ll just… science it out!”

Dr. McNinja looked down and saw the zombie candies creeping around. Suddenly, they all turned and glared at Doc.

“I think they heard me,” Doc muttered.

[Dr. McNinja]

Wait, how quickly did the Princess turn into a zombie?

Doc wasn’t sure, but it seemed to be in a matter of seconds. Which was new. Generally, the undead took a lot longer to convert the living.

“Ooookay,” Doc grumbled, “This is new stuff.”

Dr. McNinja gripped the handle of his katana as the candy zombies approached him. Since he was to cure the zombie plague without harming the candy people, he had to just charge through. But seeing as Princess Bubblegum was turned into a zombie, he had no other medical experts, essentially, Dr. McNinja was screwed.

Doc pulled out his grappling hook, swinging it with all of his strength. The stone tower was give or take 30 meters away, which was farther than his range. He’d have to somehow fight through the horde of candy zombies until he was, at most, 10 meters away.

That was fine.

Doc cracked his knuckles and sprinted forward. He hopped onto the head of a rotting Twix bar, and kicked off. He landed with a roll, then punched another candy zombie straight in the face.

“I call this the Jawbreaker!” McNinja chuckled, “Haha it never gets old”

He slipped under and hopped over any other approaching candy zombies, taking care to not be bitten by any of them. Remembering the mission to not kill any of them, he smashed many in non-vital areas with the butt of his sword. This was not to say that he was fine the whole time through. One of the zombies got so close to biting him that his coat got ripped.

“Nope nope nope nope nope”

Doc rushed forward one last time. Right as the crowd started to overwhelm him, and some Jolly Rancher had his shoulder inside its mouth, Doc launched the grappling hook at the top of the tower. Kicking off the ground (and narrowly missing the Jolly Rancher’s infectious zombie bite) Doc started climbing the tower. The candy zombies groped around for something grab, but Dr. McNinja was, after all, a ninja.

As he pulled himself up the tower, he realized he had no idea what he was going to do at the top. For all he knew, Princess Bubblegum was waiting for him to get to the top so she could eat him. In that case, he’d have to think of something quick that wouldn’t kill the princess. It seemed that, of all of the people Doc couldn’t kill, the princess was probably high on that list.

He shuffled to the right so that the rope would start swinging. He kicked to and fro, eventually building momentum until he was in full swing. After a few of seconds of this, Doc wrenched the cord free from the tower, launching at again on the other side of the tower, which had no convenient windows for zombies to chew him.

Doc clambered to the roof of the tower and sat down on the rough, slightly disgusting roof tiles. It was cold, and hard to breathe, though that might have just been because he was out of breath. Naturally, no zombie incident was incomplete without a cold, foggy night. Fortunately, there was at least no obnoxious cold wind, what with their being in the forests and all. The candy zombies below were practically screaming at him.

“Suuuuuggggarrrr” they grumbled, “Neeeeed suuuuuugggarrr”

“Oh, I see,” Doc pondered, “That’s what Matilda meant by hypoglycemic. Oh, is that why they eat each other? They want sugar. Oh man. Sugar is candy brains.”

Another loud moan interrupted Dr. McNinja’s thoughts. Doc stopped winding up his grappling hook and took a deep breath.

“Alright,” Doc muttered, “I can do this.”

He latched the hook onto the roof, hoping it was strong enough to hold his weight. With a grunt, Doc hopped off of the roof, letting the rope slip a little between his fingers. After falling a short distance, he clenched his hands, converting his vertical speed into a rotational one, one that swung him right through the tower window.

To his surprise, there was nobody inside the tower. He was completely alone in here. The room was clearly the princess’ outpost. The walls were covered in test tubes, each filled with liquids that were more or less the same suspicious shade of green as the zombies’ eyes were. There were several petri dishes that were overflowing with overgrown fungi, possible a sample of zombie candy flesh. Clearly, the princess’ experiments had not worked. One of the samples seemed to have developed a higher growth rate than others, and perhaps even a consciousness. It was currently in the shape of a jaw, limply biting at the dust on the ground. This was probably the zombie that bit the princess.

But that didn’t answer the question of where the princess went. The trapdoor was locked, and frankly, it was too complex of a lock for a zombie to manage. So Princess Bubblegum couldn’t have left the room by going downstairs. Which meant…

Doc leaned out the window to search for any hot pink zombie remains. He couldn’t find any under the slithering swarm of undead sweets.

“So where did she-”

“GRAalGH”

“Oh, that’s where you waAAGH”

He punched the zombie Princess Bubblegum in the face in panic. Thankfully, it did not do any permanent damage, but enough to knock the princess back. Doc took the sheath of his katana from his back and used it to shove her against a wall by the neck. Her rotting jaw snapped at him uselessly, hands clawing a bit more successfully at his face.

“Oy! Not the face!” Doc protested, whipping the sheath across her face. That was an impact that would have knocked the average person out. However, Princess Bubblegum, being a zombie, just got right up.

Dr. McNinja was at a loss. He didn’t want to kill a potential ally, especially so early in his time at Ambrosia, but at the same time, the Princess couldn’t be neutralized in any way that wouldn’t kill her.

Except…

Doc kicked her down to the ground. While she struggled to rise with her withered arms, he wrapped the princess’s ankle with his grappling cord. When he completed the knot, he picked up the undead body of the princess and threw her straight out of the window.

As she fell, she growled, “RRRAAAaaallllll”

Doc, looking out the window, saw the body snap ten meters below the window. Thankfully, the whiplash hadn’t killed her, as demonstrated by the Princess growling angrily at him. But the princess probably wouldn’t be too happy that her dress was not really being held up. Dr. McNinja covered his eyes and shouted back, “Sorry! Didn’t think that through!”

“RRRALLLGHGHAAH”

“That’s a very good point, princess,” Doc muttered, “I should get back to work. Except I have no idea how to stop this.”

Doc closed his eyes to think. He was distracted by the horde of the sugary zombies downstairs. Curing the undead was no easy business, and Dr. McNinja wasn’t particularly a big fan of being a whole village’s dentist for a week.

“Okay, come on,” Dr. McNinja struggled, “You’re a doctor. You know how to science. How do you science out of this-”

“Squeak!”

Doc unsheathed his sword rapidly and scanned the room for the source of the noise.

“Who said that?”

“Squeak!”

“Surrender your weapons and step forward!”

“Squeak!”

“Oh you’re also candy.”

Doc stooped down, sheathing his katana. The source of the noise was a large piece of candy corn in a cage.

“I hope you’re not too important,” Doc cheerfully said, “I like candy corn.”

Doc opened the cage and picked up the candy... by the tail. McNinja figured out a little late that candy corn did not, in fact, have tails. It was one of the stranger things he’d seen. Candy people, he understood. This was a candy rat. A candy corn rat, to be more specific. The rat began to squeak painfully and profusely, until it suddenly bit Doc in the hand.

“OW WHat the hell, rat, that was uncalled for!” Doc yelled, “I was… mostly kidding.”

The rat, wriggling in mid-air, managed to land on the nearby desk. It scurried off, leaving a trail of candy corn crumbs.

“Oy!” Doc exclaimed, “Where’d you go?”

The rat suddenly reappeared with a notepad.

“‘I am Science.’ Okay, you know what, that is nonsense,” Dr. McNinja scowled, “You cannot be an abstract concept of… of science. You can’t just be- oh wait your NAME is Science.”

Doc leaned over the tower window again and shouted at Princess Bubblegum, “Did you name your pet rat Science?”

“RRALLLGH” the princess elegantly replied.

“Wait, hang on,” Doc hollered, “Are you telling me that the candy corn rat knows the complex chemical formula for the zombie cure?”

“FFGERRRAW” replied the princess in all of her majestic eloquence.

“Kay!” Doc answered. He pulled himself back in and looked at the desk. Science the candy corn rat was struggling pouring a test tube into a beaker. Doc rolled his eyes and stepped to the table.

“Alright, Science, I’ll be your hands. Just like… gesture at things.”

Science squeaked in approval and bumped its nose against a beaker. Doc poured it inside. Science then scurried off, returning (with some difficulty) with another test tube, this time filled with brown sludge that reeked of shit. Doc hesitantly poured that in, too. This repeated a few times, until Science gestured for Doc to shake the beaker. Dr. McNinja sealed it with a nearby empty petri dish and shook the beaker until the chemical inside started fizzing.

“Science?” Doc called to his mentor, the candy corn rat, “Is this supposed to happen?”

Science squeaked and seemed to be asking for the beaker. Doc gingerly lowered the bubbling chemical onto the table. Science picked up a cotton swab with his mouth, dipped it in the fizzing liquid, and scurried on the floor, and straight out of the window.

Doc ran to the window and looked out to see where Science had went. He saw some shuffling movement around Princess Bubblegum’s body-

“Oh, wait, is it done already?” Doc hollered.

Suddenly, Princess Bubblegum began to shake as green mist began to sink from her skin. After a moment, the princess was once again all pink, even, Doc noticed, down to her underwear.

“Did you not THINK about the fact that I’m wearing a DRESS?” Princess Bubblegum shrieked in a horrified voice, covering herself with the dress as best as she could.

“Sorry,” Doc replied weakly, doing his best to not look, pulling the Princess gingerly back into the tower.

***

About an hour passed before everyone in the village was purged of the zombie plague. Princess Bubblegum, while still angry at Dr. McNinja for his lack of consideration, was greatly pleased at the return of her people.

“I suppose I should thank you, Doctor,” the princess said, “You did, after all, save the Candy People.”

“Eh,” Doc shrugged, “Your rat did most of the work.”

“Yes, indeed,” Bubblegum cooed, lifting Science to her face, “Very well done, Science.”

Science squeaked pleasantly. The princess turned to the doctor. “How’d you figure out that Science was my rat?”

“I’m also an excellent sleuth,” Doc said.

“I was trying to eat it,” Doc thought.

“Well,” Princess Bubblegum chirped, “I am very grateful for your help here. I hear there’s a place where my people and I can be safe?”

“I mean, I think that’s what I’m supposed to say. I’ve only been there for… maybe 20 minutes?” Doc paused. “But yeah. I’m supposed to take you back to Ambrosia.”

“Very well,” the princess bowed, “I will follow you.”

Dr. McNinja grinned and whistled loudly. “Yoshi?”

The velociraptor popped out of some bushes and jogged gently over to the doctor. She was clearly no longer alarmed by the horde of fully living candy people, given by the near purring noise she made around Princess Bubblegum.

“Oh, hi, sweetie!” Bubblegum likewise cooed.

“He doesn’t even make that noise around his owner,” Doc muttered.

Bubblegum froze. “I thought you were her owner.”

“Uh…” Doc shrugged. “Sorta. Anyhow. Let’s get going, Yoshi.”

Doc helped Princess Bubblegum onto Yoshi. Yoshi purred again, prompting Princess Bubblegum to kiss her on the top of the head. Doc scowled.

“Oh, we’ve got a proper Snow White over here, don’t we?” he grumbled in his head, “This uppity little lizard-”

“Shall we go, Doctor?” the princess asked.

“Yeah, go on,” Doc answered, “Yoshi knows the way. I’m just gonna look around here for a bit. Make sure that nobody gets left behind.”

“Very well. I will see you in Ambrosia, then.”

Dr. McNinja waved at her, then pat Yoshi on the back. Yoshi screeched, then started trotting back towards the city.

Doc looked back at Tootsie Town. Now, what else was he supposed to look out for..?

[spoiler]SWEET SWEET YOU'RE SO SWEET COMPLETED[/spoiler]