Just as the chomp was wondering why the entire army of pies didn't just rise up at once and doom them, that's precisely what happened. His worst fears were confirmed.

It all made sense if one assumed that the pies were being controlled by an external entity, perhaps another malicious chomp? Whatever or whoever this entity was, they had apparently been testing the waters by sending out their foot soldiers in smaller numbers. Now that the chomp and Poot had decimated the front ranks of the pie army, this entity had decided to mobilize the entire cohort in a fit of rage.

"Locked and loaded", said Poot.

The chomp supposed this meant his stink blast was ready. But he wasn't sure a single blast would be enough to take on all of the pies at once.

"Is there any way for you to increase your blast radius?"

"Not with my current fuel supplies", responded Poot.

"I'll need a lot more pie."

"How much more?" Asked the chomp.

There are often hidden depths to chomps that one does not always see on the surface. For instance, no chomp had bothered to look beyond Poot's stank to realize what a great mathematician he was.

Poot did a few mental calculations.

"Judging by the mean weights of all the pies we've encountered here, and my current metabolic rate... let's see..."

"Around 3.14 pies", Poot concluded.

The chomp thought about this for a bit.

"You stay here", he said finally, "and focus on charging up. Don't waste your blasts. I'll get you the pies."

The chomp ran towards the now levitating army and flanked them from the grassland on one side of the road. He waved at the pies frantically.

"Helloooo! Big, jiggly chomp over here! Smack me in the face if you dare!"