Gobblins with Sean-roar and Snuckers

Caitlin and I, along with the Garbett twins, plus Gus and Carl, penetrated the barriers dividing the physical world and a surrealland. We entered Goblin Valley.
We arrived into camp around 10pm finding the ground damp, and slightly snow-covered, and pitched tents on the asphalt in the parking lot. Abruptly awakening in the morning we found ourselves corned by vermilion infantry manning attack against our prowl. We retreated to the valley of Goblins a few miles off. Finding armies of cylindrically helmeted guards marching in harmony, we suited up in our flannels, fine eyewear, and matching scarves for a most prim feast of peanut butter sandwiches, and blocks of cheese. Mission accomplished. See ya beat those eats.

The formidable Lamb Chop