Would you like to swing on a star? Carry

Would you like to swing on a star? Carry moonbeams home in a jar? And be better off than you are? Or would you rather be a

a platypus? It's an animal that is very confused. He's part reptile and part mammal fused. Don't know who you are? Just swing on a star. Or would you rather be and by the way if y

ou thought that was odd you should see the Bunyip I saw swimming in the billabong. It had a fuzzy coat, big eyes, a long nose and small claws on the end of its

hat. Stupid Bunyips. They're hat fools. They're always trying to outdo each other with the ridiculous chintz of those stupid hats. They got on hat parades and tip them and say shoc

kingly passive-aggressive things about each other's hats in order to boost their fragile self-esteems. I hate them. But then again, I've always hated society. That's why I want to

free HIM. I'm pitching my plan to release the Dark One from the ocean floor and spill havoc on sea & land to a deep-sea drilling venture. They happily fund me. Little do they know…

that the Dark One is on vacation at the moment. I take the funding and run, using the submarine and Scarecrow disguise to escape detection. As soon as I reach the sea bed, I hear a

clicking noise in the engine. I got out to look under the hood only to realize submarines don't have hoods & I don't have an oxygen tank. I breathed in to think this through and

water filled every orifice. Gills? How did I get gills? A siren spoke to me with sonar. "You are chosen. Neptune's carberator needs an overhaul." I became a sea grease monkey