In the corner of the stormy night, a whirlpool gurgled its last chuckle.
"A pity it's infinite," whispered the ghost of a very forgetful pirate.
"Not again!" screamed Gerald, the reluctant hero, as his socks began to spiral south.
"We'd better call the sock ranger!” suggested the zombie mime, hands deftly signaling an unheard emergency.
- Captain Riptide: Master of unexplained currents and culinary disasters
- Vega the Ventriloquist: Fluent in the language of silent screams
- The Laundry Kraken: Guardian of the lost and found, keeper of mismatched pairs
Gertrude, the ancient sea tuber, pondered, “Is this whirlpool a beginning or merely a rehearsal for another spin-off?”
The tides giggled, weaving a tapestry of tentacled sock puppets in an uncanny ballet.