Deep within the whirling cosmos of Blorpington, where the rivers flowed with melted saxophone solos and the trees whispered in rhyming riddles, Sir Wiggledoodle von Fizzlebop discovered a floating armchair that only spoke in riddles about cheese. "Ziggity-zap!" he exclaimed, launching a handful of sentient blueberries into a passing cloud made of recycled bedtime stories.
Without warning, the sky split open like a confused sandwich, spilling luminous frogs that yodeled in reverse. Duke Flabberwhomp, wearing a vest woven from forgotten dreams, pirouetted atop a unicycle crafted from quantum spaghetti. "By the toenails of a sleepy walrus!" he declared as the ground beneath him pulsed with the sound of distant accordion applause.
