Numberjacks Problem Blob -

“Out of nowhere!” shouted Three, dropping a biscuit.

He wasn’t like the Meanies. The Numbertaker subtracted with silent, tailored precision. The Puzzler built elaborate traps. But the Blob? The Blob was nonsense . A translucent, jellied mass the colour of a forgotten bruise, he didn’t create problems—he was the problem. He oozed over logic and left sticky paradoxes in his wake. numberjacks problem blob

And there, quivering in the center of the chaos, was the Problem Blob. “Out of nowhere