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“Crowns, Cymbals, and Circuitboard Sass”PAGE 1 – THE ARRIVAL
A dusty red outback road. Hope the crow glides down gracefully, followed by Bailey dragging a little glittery drum kit on wheels.
Hope (looking around in horror):
“Where are the velvet curtains? Why is the dirt so... brown?”
Bailey (cheerfully):
“I love it! The rocks here smell like sunburn and secrets.”
Wonderoo (hugging them):
“Welcome to the outback! I made eucalyptus cupcakes and Hugo made... tea with leaves he found under a rock.”
Hugo (proudly):
“Ethically foraged rock-steep.”
PAGE 2 – VIBE CHECK:
Bailey sets up her drum kit under a gumtree. Hope perches on a polished stump wearing a sunhat with too many feathers.
Bailey:
“Let’s jam! The gumtrees have excellent acoustics!”
Hope:
“I shall supervise. Royal claps only.”
Suddenly, a loud mechanical hum interrupts them.
PAGE 3 – THE MENACE ARRIVES:
A clunky silver robot with an apron labeled “SOIL IS LIFE” rolls into view.
Stan:
“HELLO. I AM STAN: YOUR UNSOLICITED GARDENING CONSULTANT.”
Wonderoo (whispering):
“Oh no. Stan.”
Stan (cheerfully monotone):
“DID YOU KNOW THIS MULCH IS ENTIRELY WRONG FOR SANDY ACACIA CONDITIONS? YOU’RE WELCOME.”
PAGE 4 – CHAOS UNFOLDS:
Stan starts digging near Bailey’s drum kit with a weird buzzing hoe.
Bailey (dodging dirt):
“Hey! My snare drum isn’t mulch-friendly!”
Stan (ignoring her):
“YOUR ROOT DEPTH SYMMETRY IS ALARMINGLY CHAOTIC. LET ME EXPLAIN ROOTS. FOR 47 MINUTES.”
Hope (clutching her pearls):
“I haven’t been this annoyed since someone tried to serve me dry croissants.”
PAGE 5 – ESCALATING NONSENSE:
Stan aims his “Compost Cannon” at a tree for no reason. Hugo grabs a gumleaf and starts whacking Stan gently.
Hugo:
“Back off, metal weed!”
Stan:
“YOUR PLANT-BASED AGGRESSION IS INEFFICIENT. MAY I DEMONSTRATE FERTILIZER THEORY?”
Bailey throws a glittery cymbal like a frisbee. It dings off Stan’s head. He responds by showing a bar graph of compost moisture levels.
PAGE 6 – ENOUGH IS ENOUGH:
Hope (pulling a golden rope from her satchel):
“I’m activating Royal Crow Protocol. Prepare the sparkles.”
Suddenly, she squawks an operatic note. Bailey does a dramatic drumroll. A kangaroo dressed as security bounds in and gently carries Stan away.
Stan (still shouting):
“REMEMBER TO TURN YOUR COMPOST! EVERY 2.6 DAYS!”
PAGE 7 – THE AFTERMATH:
Everyone sits in peace under the stars. Bailey taps a gentle beat. Hope sips from a teacup that says “Drama, Darling.”
Wonderoo:
“Sorry about Stan. He just... shows up sometimes. Like glitter in your shoe.”
Bailey:
“He’s lucky I didn’t hit him with the bass drum.”
Hope:
“Let’s never speak of it again. Unless it’s during therapy. Or brunch.”
Final Panel:
In the distance, Stan’s voice echoes faintly from a wheelbarrow:
Stan (distantly):
“DID YOU KNOW WORMS HAVE EMOTIONS?”
Everyone Together:
“STAAAAAN!”
Royal crow protocol hahah
I can do that one as a reading if you'd like lol
Well obviously we would like.
I get a security kangaroo!? Sweet
Stan as a mulching robot makes too much sense
Stan as a mulching robot makes too much sense
That was silly. Don't do that again.
Thanks for mansplaining
Thanks for mansplaining
New Hugo the lizard layers.
That happens to me on the bus
Are you Shrek?
Sadie and the Quack Attack
It started with a tap.
Then a spin.
Then Sadie the duck did a full-on moonwalk across a public fountain and screamed, “I AM THE DUCK OF DESTINY!”
Fish, blinking through his purple hair and half-eaten bagel, turned to Grapefruit. “Is it just me, or has Sadie gotten... freakishly good at dancing?”
“She’s always danced,” Grapefruit the red panda replied, arms folded. “But she never used to do it while robbing pickle stands.”
The Quack Epidemic
Turns out, Sadie had been taking something.
She called it “Quack”.
“It makes my feet faster!” Sadie quacked. “I see colors! I hear music! I taste lightning!”
Fish leaned in. “You stole Lexi’s shoes last night.”
Sadie shrugged. “They were fast.”
Grapefruit deadpanned, “You also tried to steal a stop sign and told a police horse it was ‘vibing too hard.’”
ENTER: RED, The Genius Penguin
Red waddled in holding a clipboard and a beaker fizzing like a soda volcano.
“I’ve analyzed this ‘Quack’ substance,” Red said. “It’s 98% sugar, 1% glitter, and 1% raw kinetic chaos. It shouldn’t be legal.”
Fish gasped. “So... like... Skittles with a criminal record?”
“Exactly.”
Time to Investigate: The Suspects
Fish, Grapefruit, and Bailey the drummer skunk formed a crime-fighting trio.
Their suspects:
• Chris the excitable puppy — known sugar hoarder and chaos machine.
• Casey the chill platypus — owns a suspicious number of smoothie blenders.
• Hope the posh crow — recently bought a mysterious warehouse.
• Maddie the angry raccoon — openly angry at vending machines.
• Hugo the vegan thorny devil — but is “totally cool with natural sugar, man.”
• Wonderoo the stylish koala — seen wearing suspiciously sparkly boots.
• Lexi the kind farmer horse — recently declared “sugar is for quitters” and now sells oddly perky carrots.
And Tash the cat... well, she kept popping up every 5 minutes, whispering, “Sup,” then disappearing into the ceiling.
THE STAKEOUT
Fish hid in a box labeled “Definitely Not a Detective”.
Grapefruit sat nearby, reading How to Deal with Sugar Ducks and Emotional Sidekicks.
Bailey drummed a stakeout rhythm.
Suddenly, Sadie tip-tapped past them at 600 mph, carrying 14 pickles and wearing stolen socks.
“THE SKY TASTES LIKE MARSHMALLOWS!” she shrieked, leaving behind glitter footprints.
“She's flying too close to the sun,” Fish whispered.
“You mean the disco ball?” Grapefruit asked, pointing upward.
“Yes.”
THE BIG REVEAL
They burst into Hope the Crow’s warehouse, only to find...
Chris the Puppy, sitting in a kiddie pool filled with glowing jellybeans.
“HEY GUYS!” he barked. “WANNA TRY MY NEW INVENTION?! I CALL IT: LIQUID QUACK!”
Bailey gasped. “It’s... beautiful.”
Hope the Crow sighed from behind a desk. “I was just renting him space. I didn’t know he was making syrup with the bounce rate of a caffeinated kangaroo.”
Chris grinned. “IT'S FOR DANCING. AND CHAOS. MOSTLY CHAOS!”
AFTERMATH
The Quack was confiscated.
Sadie was weaned off it with gentle carrot therapy from Lexi and nightly lullabies from Hugo on didgeridoo.
Tash popped in, said, “Sup,” then passed out from too much frosting.
And Fish? Fish got a sparkly pair of shoes out of it.
“I can’t dance,” he said, spinning in a slow circle, “but now I can slide into action dramatically.”
Grapefruit sighed. “I need a holiday.”
Bailey nodded. “Let’s go. Before someone snorts powdered donuts again.”
THE END
Moral: Never trust anything called “Quack” unless it comes from an actual duck. And even then... double check.
Just on travels to day out, but have to say this made me laugh. Quacking marvellous
Have a good day guys/gals
X
I have layers like an onion
Just on travels to day out, but have to say this made me laugh. Quacking marvellous
Have a good day guys/gals
X
Have a good day Sadie!!
Thank you
Have a great day Sadie
Oh god your Texan and Australian accent became one as you went futher on
