The Punchies define the Punchy Lands. They live deep within a cave in a very hot desert. When they hold their Punchy meetings, they sit at a long oak table, situated nicely in the middle of a sandy floor.
“Mr. Arnak…Mr. Orange…” Kirk said between sips of Cups of Blueberry Jam. “Pickles are, of course, the greenest of green.”
“Like you?” Mitchum, the blue Punchy, and the one who always questioned Kirk’s authority, asked. (Kirk is green colored himself.)
Kirk turned angrily on Mitchum. “Mr. Blue, the conversation was betwixt me and Mr. Orange. Not thou.”
“But you see, Kirk,” Arnold continued, “pickles are only green because they’re soaked in a green sauce.”
That got Kirk. “Methinks I’ll have to think about that, Mr. Orange. Indeed I shall.”
“Maybe you could ask Punchy Murdoch?” Humphrey, the red Punchy, suggested.
Kirk nodded. “Possibly, Mr. Red. My father is very knowledgable. I shall return shortly with his answer.”
Kirk rose, and left the table, disappearing into one of the many passages inside the cave.
Sylvester the pale green Punchy let out a “Humph.”
“Where’s he going?” Arnold asked.
“To see his dad,” Humphrey said.
“Don’t you all find it weird that only Kirk knows where his dad is in this cave?” Mitchum asked.
“What are you saying?” Arnold asked.
Mitchum said it steadily. “There is no Punchy Murdoch.”
Kirk returned at that moment and sat.
All eyes were on him.
“Punchy Murdoch—my father—says that pickles are the greenest of green.”
“That’s exactly what you said, Kirk,” Arnold noticed.
All the Punchies were silent.