Davery glanced back and spewed a mouthful of garbage. No sound, really. Just garbage. They were all huddled on the big fence blowing bubbles, making the bubbles bigger than usual, when tragedy struck: BUBBLES EVERYWHERE.

“We need to get inside,” screamed Davery, forgetting the exclamation point but on an absolute fucking roll and could not even pause to edit it back in. He wondered for a moment why the garbage had vanished. Everyone glanced around. It was true. No garbage. That was because there was more to come.

The sun burst through the clouds, breaking free from its foggy prison. No bars shall contain the sun. The sun is king. Sun god. Apollo the sun god reigns supreme even if nobody believed in him, which they did. Davery hopped off the fence and assumed the Command Position back on the fence. “Everybody in! Get in! Get in line!” He waved his arms.

Everyone, and we mean everyone, obeyed. They ran like dark silhouettes in the blank night. The Night Kids. They may not be able to avoid the sun but they could still try. They tried and failed. The Night Kids had a motto. They never followed it because it was not a motto worth following but they still engraved it in their forearms in a hideous initiation ceremony that everyone agreed was unnecessary. It was a lengthy procedure and several members of the Night Kids engaged in legal proceedings as a result. Complete fucking red tape disaster.

Screams. Screams from the fence! What fence? THE COMMAND POSITION. Davery had the lead. Blowing his blue whistle in hysterics, he directed the fleeing horde of Night Kids into the barn. The barn was safe. THE SAFE BARN it was called in huddled whispers when no one was listening. It was a good barn. Safe.

Loud noises off to the left and the right and up and down and allllllll around the world came crashing in. These noises were loud but still all right. There was no need to be afraid of them. In fact this always happened so we can forget about these loud noises. Just forget them. Ignore them and move along please. Breaking the law? Are we breaking any laws here today, my good man? Fucking fuck if it makes you laugh then by all means plow right on ahead with this garbage. Remember the garbage? It’s back. Here it is.

Davery was the hero of the story so we must devote a few paragraphs to him. Mustn’t forget him. He engineered this whole thing after all. One afternoon he had the whole thing engineered by himself. He was the one who did it, NOT his assistants! So on his blue whistle he blew the blues. Lots of cool chord progressions but he didn’t know fuck all. Just kind of wormed his way through it. It worked.

Blue tunes made the whole world wonder, and that was Davery’s job. Add a little wonder back into the world, in a world that had forgotten it. How do you forget wonder? By entering 35% off and using code CHECKOUT35 at checkout. The world did this too much and lost its senses. It required healing and Davery was the man to do it. He could go on and on like this for hours but it’s tantamount to putting graffiti on Mars. Just trying to reach her on some creative stuff and don’t want to bother anyone else.