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It's finally the big day!

Indeed, the rise of the purple moon.

Bloodthirsty blargs craving the crystal dark

from deepest ocean trench to highest peak.

Uh, guess again, Hugo.

It's the Guild Pet Show!

What day were you thinking of?

I don't know. Buy a calendar.

Why does everyone keep asking me that?

You're sure Sprog's up to this?

She looks weirder than usual.

Aw, she's probably just got stage fright.

Focus, Purrfidious! My costume is not a cat toy!

Lana, you're not actually entering that wild, nasty blarg.

Take that back!

Sprog doesn't have a vicious bone in her body.

At least it'll be a change

from Horatius' usual Hoffenstance Hop-tusi.

But may the best team win.

First up, Lana Longbeard and her pet blarg!

Alright, show them what you got, Sprog.

Just like we practiced.

Check it out, HoHo. Your fluffball is no match

for a blarg painstakingly tamed by Lana Longbeard.

At least my pet only digs in a litter box.

Sprog? Sprog!

Sprog! The show must go on!

Not with a wild blarg on the loose!

Lock up any small pets,

children, and the elderly!

Sprog isn't dangerous! I know her. She's different.

And now she's somewhere down there on her own!

Trust me, as an orc, going down a hole leads nowhere.

Besides, Sprog's already dug her way out.

She could be anywhere by now.

You know, when my kitty-pillar ran away,

she eventually crawled back home when she got hungry.

When is Sprog not hungry?

Crew, vamoose to the Mighty Windbreaker

in case she returns!

Bo and I will search the market.

Sprog might want some street food.

Just ensure the beast doesn't eat everything

or everyone in the street.

No sign of our rascally blarg?

Blarg? Where? It's happening again!

Andar's talking about Sprog, Hugo.

I'll whip up her favorite dish.

The smell will lure her home.

We just need some gwarts.

There aren't any gwarts on my ship.

Could Sprog eat them before you see them?

Huh, finally a crew member who takes hard work

as its own reward.

Gwart!

Sprog? Sprog!

Come here, girl!

I'm betting she went this way.

Oh, poor thing's probably just looking for some pet treats.

Hey, Mr. Jackalope, got any chew toys?

Nah, just animal science books.

Oh, she'll definitely sink her teeth into those!

Crazy idea.

But we could use these to find fun facts about blargs.

There's nothing fun about blargs.

Oh, mine's fun. But missing.

Oh, what's with everyone? Blargs are just misunderstood.

Sprog's been my cuddle-bud since I rescued her...

from a ghost ship that sailed into Shediac one day.

No survivors, except a baby blarg.

She looked so cute.

And well fed. Go figure.

But even my own Grammy wanted

to catapult her off the island.

It's for the best, little Lana.

For this wee blarg will go bananas

on the night of the purple moon.

No! I'll tame her. You'll see.

Sprog's always been super friendly.

She licks everything in sight.

Wanna play? Come on!

Boo!

See? Everyone was wrong about Sprog except me.

Wow, what an unbelievable story,

in that I don't believe half of it.

But check this out.

"Blarg Mystery and Lore",

by Gogglebog the Goblin.

I, Gogglebog, am on my final ascent

up Mount Weymouth,

on the eve of the purple moon.

Where did these blargs come from?

They won't stop!

So many blargs!

Talk about a cliffhanger.

But what does this have to do with Sprog?

Well, Hugo rambled about bloodthirsty blargs.

And Grammy warned you

that they go bananas on a purple moon.

And Gogglebog said nothing could stop him

from the mountaintop, so...

The only piece that's missing is the purple moon.

No, yeah, there it is.

By Poseidon's PJs!

Sprog's going to some sort of frenzied blarg-ball.

Not my sweet defenseless baby!

As a chef-slash-psychologist,

the only way to catch a gwart

is by getting into the mind of a blarg.

Follow my lead.

Hurry! We need to save... Sprog?

She's met a fate worse than wild blargs:

HoHo.

Leave, Purrfidious. I have a new dance partner.

Now pay penance for not learning our moves.

Let Sprog go! She belongs with us!

Finders keepers, losers weepers.

-That's not a thing! -Actually, it is.

Guild rule number 53.

Your beast was easy to catch

with one of my Twillingate crystals.

Such a simple animal.

And now, subject to my every whim.

Not bad.

I mean, that's way too much bling.

What? You take that back!

Sprog, no!

Uh-oh.

Get me off of this beast!

Sprog!

She's heading right for...

Blargs!

Quick, hide!

Is this the end of the heroic Horatius Hoffenstance?

Come on, Sprog. Let's go home.

I know you. You're not like these other blargs.

Uh, or maybe you are?

It's okay, Lana.

It's the dark crystal they crave,

just like Hugo said.

So, Sprog came up here to commune with other blargs?

Fascinating.

The purple moonlight causes the crystal to vibrate

and make a sound that calms them down.

Yes! My chance to escape!

-What do we do now? -No idea.

But maybe music will soothe the savage blargs?

You got it, but slow your roll, Bo.

Wow. Blargs can be pretty adorable.

That's what I've been saying all along.

Okay, time to go home, Sprog.

Um, Sprog?

Er, I don't think she wants to go home.

Oh.

Maybe she's happier here.

I guess everybody was right.

Sprog shouldn't be my pet or anyone else's.

She belongs with her blarg buds.

Bye, Sprog! I'm leaving!

Go be wild and free, okay?

I'm really going now.

Is she following us?

Afraid not, Lana. Let's go.

She'll always be my Sprog.

It says here that blargs live in packs,

so at least Sprog won't be lonely.

I'm sorry.

The ship's not gonna be the same without her.

Wait, what happened to the ship?

It was a fierce battle,

but we channeled our inner Sprog

to outsmart the fiercest foe I've ever encountered,

the gwart.

Thanks, guys,

but as much as Sprog loves gwarts,

she's far wilder and weirder than I ever imagined.

She belongs with her own kind.

You might be wrong about that.

Sprog?

See? She did come home for a snack.

Oh, you were right! Sprog came back!

Sprog came back to her pack!

Aw! Who's a good girl?

Who's a good girl? Who's a good girl?

Anyhoo, ready to win the pet show?

Nah, Sprog's way too wild for pet tricks.

Come on, Purrfidious, you're rehired.

Let's win this contest.