Poor Sailor Knobbo had been wandering around lost in an unfamiliar town after a few days of excessive partying.
Then some kindly musicians gave him supplies to write home asking for help.
Help has arrived. Hooray! It’s Sailor Babo! And he brought a lantern!
Sailor Babo says the first order of business is finding food. He’s quite adamant about it.
And now that he thinks about it, Sailor Knobbo is awfully hungry.
Sailor Babo has a keen nose for food—especially cookies! It doesn’t take much scouting around before he locates a tin. Yay!
But bitter disappointment follows. There are no more cookies!
“What kind of idiot leaves an empty cookie tin sitting around instead of recycling it?” Sailor Babo demands.
Because it is a rhetorical question, no one answers it. Least of all the narrator of the story.
They set out again. This time it takes even longer to find a cookie container. And again it turns out to be empty!
Sailor Babo rigorously inspects the bag, but finds nothing besides crumbs.
“Somebody really needs to throw their cookie trash away more promptly!” Sailor Babo declares.
Again, the narrator offers no comment.
But then Sailor Knobbo thinks he smells something! He quickly follows his shiny metal nose. He sees a colorful box. Could this be it?
Sailor Knobbo has found cookies! Hooray!
Sailor Knobbo and Sailor Babo munch as many cookies as their little stomachs will hold. Life is good!
Now they have to get back to the main question: how do they get home?