Fortunately, my good pal, Sruffman, was on the case and he came up with a super idea. He grabbed this blow torch and told me that if I could just summon a giant Mango fart that he would light it and I would pop out of the blender.
OK, OK, I know what you're thinking, "Mango Man, the Scruffer is the one that got you into all that trouble in the first place, what with his putting on the Mango disguise and all."
Hey, I thought the costume was pretty convincing and it would have absolutely solved my double date "issue" if not for that meddling Lacie...
Anyhoo, I told Scruffman to fire up the torch and pro ceded to expel my huge and odoriferous Mango gasses, and, well, guess I had more Mango-ness bottled up than I had thought...
I mean, the Scruffman and I were totally launched into outer space!
Woah! I am weightless! I think I can see my estate from here. But after a few orbits, I was feeling a kind of hungry and knew it was time to make a landing.
Scruffy said we should have brought along a pair of shoots (huh?), but I told him a little late for that now!
We were coming in fast and man was it hot! I told Scruff to just hang on and I would find us something soft to land on.
Wouldn't you know, I found the perfect spot.
Something soft and flabby that was big enough to be seen from outer space!!!
Yes, friends, Lacie's butt!'Nuff said.Mango Man! Oh yeah!