Mudge Pippins is near tears, and can you blame the homely little troll?
Babette Bleccch has just abandoned him at the very door to Dixon’s Downhome Dancehall, site of this year’s annual formal, the Riverbottom Reminiscence & Rondelay. Evidently, Babette was taken by the floral cummerbund, fragrant hair pomade and cocksure attitude of Smear Smoot, that bullying ogre from across the far orchard.
Mudge is quite overcome with emotion and anguish, thinking “What can an out-of-work ogre offer that an industrious troll cannot?”, “How can a flowered cummerbund be attractive when it’s wrapped around 570 pounds of distended hairy blubber?”, and “Why didn’t I think to buy me some of that stinky hair gel?”
Little does Mudge know that it will be at this cotillion that his life will be forever changed, as he is confronted by a wild spluttering man with crazy hair, a smoking futuristic vehicle, and his look-alike great nephew, Mudge McFly.