Foaly is trying to sell tin foil hats.
“You don’t go around selling foil hats. I mean, you just don’t do it!” Holly exclaimed to Foaly, who obviously didn’t get the message. “The’re pointless, they don’t DO anything-”
Foaly interupted her thoughts. “The’re protecting me from mud boy Fowl’s technology. and besides, the’re unique! I saw some people down the hall wearing them the other day. I may have started a trend…” Well, thouht Holly, I wouldn’t buy one…
That night, Foaly dreamed that his bedroom, the world, the GALAXY was being invaded by mud men in tin foil hats.
Foaly woke up in a cold sweat. Instantly, he called Holly. “Did I ever try to sell you something uninteligent?”
“Um, no…” Replied Holly.
So it ALL must have been a dream.Then some thing struck him.
“Is it normal to dream that your dreaming?”
“Lemme guess, you had one of those useless inventor dreams again.”
“Nightmares, more like… DO YOU REALIZE WHAT’S HAPPENING TO ME?!? I am the world’s most intelligent individual, and I’m dreaning about FOIL HATS?!?”
“Look. The’re stupid dreams. Now go eat some carrots or something, you’ll get over it.” Holly said angrily. “I’ll buy the carrots myself, if I must.”