The anonymous whistleblower who exposed the Goblin Nation's nuclear ambitions has come forward to claim the reward.
He is Gigglesnout, a young goblin who emerged from hiding with a wide grin and a bag of rubber chickens. "I did it!" he announced in the council chambers. "I saved the world from a mushroom-shaped apocalypse. Where's my trophy?"
Gigglesnout was not driven by moral duty or a wish to expose the Council's warmongering. He wanted a spot among the legendary pranksters of the Clown Hall of Fame.
"I've always dreamed of being a legend," he said, eyes sparkling. "What better way to achieve immortality than the greatest prank in goblin history?"
His enthusiasm faltered when the Council explained what "execution" meant. Gigglesnout had taken it to mean something like "celebration" or "eternal glory."
"Wait, I'm not getting showered with confetti and carried through the streets on a throne of rotten fish heads?" he asked. "You're going to kill me?"
The elders, torn between amusement and pity, walked him through it. Gigglesnout begged for mercy and offered his best card tricks and juggling routines in exchange for his life.
"Justice must be served," said Elder Gnarltooth. "His actions, however well-meant, have done irreparable damage to the Goblin Nation's reputation."
As he was led away, Gigglesnout asked if he could at least keep the plaque.
