Three gnomes with tall pointy hats, one red and two blue, stumble across a grey obelisk in the woods but this is not just any plain old obelisk. This obelisk is fitted with a panel on the inside and guarded by a dragon. A long, red, serpentine dragon wrapped around the obelisk gently holding on with his claws. He sports a red and blue mane, the color of a fire burning hotter near the top. Two long catfish whiskers and a wise old beard complete his appearance.

The gnome with a red hat speaks to the dragon, "Hello oh wise old dragon. I see you have a door behind you!"

"Yes, the panel in this obelisk opens the door, but only if you are tall enough."

The gnome says, "oh, I see, we'll be back."

They devise a wonderful and strange plan. 

The Red hat gnome points to the two blue hat gnomes and says, "you stand on top of him, and I'll stand on top of you, and we'll wear this human's trench coat so that we are tall enough and the dragon lets us push the button."

So the gnomes walk back up the hill wobbling all of the way up and trying not to drop each other. The dragon watches carefully as they zig-zag up the hill. Now the dragon was very wise, as most of his kind are, and he had seen a person walk before. Furthermore, the gnome had forgotten to remove his hat so the dragon greeted him, "hello red hat gnome."

"Red hat gnome!? Well, I'll be the underside of a rock. We'll be right back."

When they came back up the hill, they were even more exhausted and the red hat gnome fell off of the top on the walk up. He tumbled all of the way down the hill and out of sight. The dragon watched patiently and chuckled as they waited for their third companion to climb back up the hill. When they finally approached the dragon, he said, "Ah! It is wonderful to see a familiar face! How have you gnomes been?"

"Curses and grass! We'll be right back!"

This time the gnomes were so exhausted that they came up the hill all separated and outside of the trench coat. Once they made it to the dragon they assembled inside of the trench coat and the red hat gnome donned a mask so the dragon couldn't see his face.

The dragon was having quite a bit of fun messing with the gnomes so he said, "my mother always told me only thieves and drug dealers wear trench coats when it's not raining."

"I assure you kind dragon that we are neither."

"We!? Is there someone else here with you my finely dressed gnome?"

"No, no, no such thing. I simply talk with a bit of an accent on account of being from Grimdal-vale."

"Oh, you speak Grimdal then? Kartoffel?"

"Um, yes."

"Oh lovely, give me just a second and don't move an inch, but especially DO NOT PUSH THE GREEN BUTTON ON THE PODIUM IN THE OBELISK RIGHT HERE." He brought his crocodile snout of a face down to the gnome's and pointed one claw at a large button then took off to the sky.

Of course, the gnomes didn't listen to the wise dragon with the fire blue and red mane, and they hurried to push the green button. For a moment nothing happened.

Then, several metal tubes popped up in the grass all around the hill and a loud siren went off as the grey obolisk lit up red and blue. The gnomes fell in a pile and were stuck tripping over each other and rolling around inside of the trenchcoat as the metal tubes released a cloud of knockout gas all around the hill.

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When they woke up from the gas the gnomes were greated by the dragon holding out a large potato, "Kartoffel?"

One of the blue hat gnomes, the one who had made up the bottom of the trench coat man, took the 'kartoffel' with a drooling grin.

The other blue hat gnome asked the dragon, "aren't you mad that we tried to get in the door?"

"I didn't say you weren't allowed in, I said you couldn't reach the panel. I would have invited you for lunch if you had asked instead of trying to deceive me all day."

"Lunch?"

"Yes, this is my house after all."

"Oh, we are mighty sorry for trying to deceive you, we thought it was a magical cave of some kind. May we stay for lunch? We have worked up quite an appetite.

"By the clouds no!"

"Oh, well," they all hung their heads in an ashamed manner, "I guess we'll be off then."

"You converse too quick for this old dragon my dear fellow! I can't invite you for lunch because it's suppertime now. We're having kartoffel stew!"