As with all great tales this one involves adventure, loss, deceit and resurrection. It truly is a great tale. But first, to set the scene. The picture above most definitely is not Lego Land. No it is in fact the local play centre near our previous home in Darwin. To get to Lego Land from where that photo was taken you need to drive about 3500km South literally to the other end of the Australian continent through “the red centre” (Australian outback), which looks like this.
Now Lego Land Discovery itself is located in Melbourne and is a wonderful, bright, fun and magical place full of adventure and fun and all things awesome. It is there that our story takes place. Now I won’t cover the Lego adventure in great detail as I have mentioned it in a previous post (My Top 3 Most Traumatic Toilet Training Moments) but what is important is the fact that our story takes place in Lego Land which has a dragon (making this a legitimate adventure story), which looks a bit like this.
So what is this story about then and what does the title mean by “the Fall of a Legend?” Well, take another look at the picture of Missy Moo at the top of this post. Her companion in that picture, Bummy, is her favourite thing in the world. Seriously, she loves Bummy more than she loves her mother, father, two brothers and dog put together. She loves Bummy more than anyone has ever loved anything. Bummy goes everywhere, in the pram, in the car, in the car seat, in bed, on the change table. Everywhere. When it was hot in Darwin she would often put him under the drink tap at her brother’s school so that Bummy could have some water. She even holds Bummy up to the car window so that he can see what is happening outside and she tells him what is happening.
On a side note, I feel I need to take a moment to address the name, Bummy. We have no idea why she calls him Bummy, she just does. What we do know though is that Bummy is part of the Ty Beanie Boo range and is probably known to all normal people by his usual name, “Waddles the Penguin.” To Missy Moo though, he is, was, and forever shall be Bummy. Our best guess (which we only discovered about three days ago) is that since his back has a different sort of filling that feels like bean bag beans, she calls him Bummy because his bum (read back) feels funny. Who knows. Anywho, back to the story.
So there we were, having a blast in Lego Land and savouring every second along with us was Bummy. The ever watchful companion who always has your back. Eventually it was time to leave, which coincidentally was pretty soon after the infamous toilet training incident mentioned in my traumatic toilet training post. On the way out, like all good attractions, you have to pass through the gift shop (which in Lego Land looks a bit like this).
Distracted by the colourful allure of this Lego wall I wandered off to go check it out with Spud, leaving Missy Moo and Bummy with Wifey. They in turn found something awesome which Missy Moo was keen to show us (we were only about 5m away). So Wifey told her to go see us which she dutifully set out to do. Along the way, those 5 short meters, a sudden crowd of pushy rude people rushed over to look at something. This made Missy Moo get lost and she wandered off in the wrong direction.
Since I didn’t know she was coming and Wifey thought she was there it took us a second to realise what had happened. Instantly the panic started to build as we realised she had wandered off. To her credit she was still trying to find me and came straight over when she saw me but this was a heart in the mouth type moment. During all the commotion Bummy had been left on top of the pram, which had been left next to the register.
Reunited with Missy Moo and super annoyed at how rude and pushy the crowd was (see 10 Things That Give Me The Pip!!! to better understand my disdain for crowds) we quickly paid for our things and left. About 15 minutes later while walking down the far end of the shopping centre (Chadstone is really really big) we realised we couldn’t find Bummy. We looked everywhere, even retracing our steps. He was gone.
……….A moment’s silence please for our fallen comrade………..
Poor Bummy, the ever present, ever vigilant companion to Missy Moo had fallen in the line of duty. We can only assume that some other mini person adopted him (to put it kindly). Luckily Missy Moo hadn’t yet realised that he was missing. We rapidly went in search of a replacement but couldn’t find one, we got her some other trinket to distract her for the 3 hours home (it worked).
Once we got home, we felt super bad and sad that Bummy the legend, the penguin, the noble watch bird, was gone. So naturally we decided to do what the Norwegian military does every time their legendary bird dies, we ordered a replacement.* When it arrived in the post about a week later we told her that some kind people found him, washed him (to explain his now bright white cleanliness) and mailed him home. She was ecstatic to say the least and now the noble Sir Bummy II has taken up the mantle of the ever present companion.
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*This isn’t a joke, the Norwegian Military (the King’s Guard to be exact) has a penguin as their Colonel-in-Chief called “Sir Brigadier Nils Olav III.” He is a King Penguin and first enlisted in the King’s Guard in 1972, as Nils Olav I. Since then the honour has been passed through 3 generations of King Penguins. You can read about it here.