Grabbo weeble is a professional hockey player in a large North American city. He wobbles but does not fall down.
Recently Grabbo has been enlisted by the forces of good hockey to combat evil elements that want to promote bad hockey. A fail of epic proportions for the North American league would pave the way to world hockey domination by the BHL.
Recent initiatives by these forces or evil have not had the desired effect.
Money is tight and certain members of the asses of evil have resorted to Molson money to pay their players
Internecine bickering has limited their evil doing.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in Minsk, Grabbo has been enjoying the fruits of his labour. Grabbing himself a little bling
and getting some ink done.
Despite his recent success at foiling the evil plots of the evil doing evil doers, Grabbo has trouble sitting still. Life at Grabbo mansion has been difficult for our hero due to ongoing nightmares.
But Grabbo, upon waking, is perplexed as to the source of his malaise. A look at the team of evil weebles from the island of ice built on sepia toned past glories and overinflated self importance reveals a seemingly harmless opponent.
Some kind of evil magic must be at work (and not the kind that powers the features of this website). This frightens Grabbo even more. He must prepare for the next meeting between the forces of good and evil. Checking out the profiles of several of his new team mates leads Grabbo to believe that he may have to bulk up a little.
Somewhat wary of plane travel, Grabbo take the first charter out to his team's practice facility
On the tarmac, Grabbo is uncertain of which dirigible is his ride. Closer investigation reveals his team's transportation.
Always cognizant of the need to measure the external validity of scientific generalities due to the impossibility of ceteris paribus, Grabbo compares this plan with the one he was given whilst assimilated by the evil weeble collective.
Grabbo quickly adopts the plan disseminated by the forces of all that is good in the world and after just 20 minutes a day, 3 times a week, Grabbo is good to go.
But there's more to Grabbo than just pretty haircut, a soft pair of hands and his crazy delicious lack of judgement. He was still haunted by those nightmares and began to wonder who could help him put a couple biscuits in the basket.
This guy was possible,
But he kind of reminded Grabbo of this ass kisser he once knew.
Most intriguing however was this Kadri weeble, whose father and his story had been immortalized on the $5 bill, in film and in print. Grabbo was anxious to help the boy with his work out plan.
But Grabbo's joy was short lived. Pony's hand had sent word that Grabbo was needed to fight the good fight.....