Memories of the first trip to Mushroomland parte oon: 10pm

Boredom sets in on the tarmac whilst awaiting my ride.  It doesn't help matters when the Air Traffic Controller shoots you full of hallucinogenic blow gun darts and stuffs you in the corner of the station.  In all fairness, it was his last day.
Finally, after waiting for two hours I feel something.  Hmm, it's a little strange but it's not that intens- WHERE AM I?! ARE WE ON A SAIL BOAT?! WAHAHAHA!!! I HAVE TO DRAW SOMETHING! SOMEONE GIVE ME PAPERS! AND STOP ROCKING THE BOAT! Heehee, I'm the crazy guy in the corner giggling and noone can know what I'm drawin- HEY EVERYONE, LOOK WHAT I DREW!

IT'S PROFESSOR FOOTWITHTONGUE! ISN'T HE GREAT!? I knew they wouldn't care.  Your brilliance is going unappreciated.  We must keep these drawings to ourself from now on so we don't- AND NOW I'VE DRAWN PAC-MAN ON HEROIN! IT'S SMAC MAN!!!

ISN'T HE GREAT?! No, to them he's not great.  Soon they'll see.  Our toiling for greatness won't go unrewarded... FOR SMACK MAN AND PROFESSOR WHATEVERTHEFUCKISAID COMBINE TO BECOME... RON HANDIGAN!!!! WAHAHA!!

And several hours later it turns into that.  Then Ron Handigan announced ALL ABOARD FOR MUSHROOMLAND...