"I'm lost" a little brown mouse said, "where

"I'm lost" a little brown mouse said, "where am I?". She looked around only to find she was in a white empty space. "I'm scared and alone!". She

was in "white space," with white shelves where a white woman dressed in white lived. The little brown mouse was scared. The woman's name was Flo, she sold insurance.

Her red lips ruined the whiteness, so the brown mouse bit them off. "Ah ah ah, my lipstick and lips are insured," said Flo, whose red lips reappeared with a puff of smoke. Oh the

humanity, she lamented. A zeppelin emerged from a large storm cloud. It looked familiar -- it resembled her! Horrified by the giant doppleganger, she screamed, "Progressive doesn't

work around here! We prefer our dirigibles conservative and authentic antique!" Still, the doppleganger zeppelin approached. She scowled at it and texted her friend Daisy: Assemble

All Airships. An armada of ignoble gas bags arrived immediately broad siding the bloated garrulous interloper. Daisy's friends buoyed her but were no match for Zeppetela

and the Blimpettes. But Daisy had a backup plan. She was filled with the relatively new discovery Helium while her enemies were filled with Hydrogen. She knew that if she

were to use incendiary bullets, her enemies would explode! Daisy had her R&D department start working on that; they discovered the secret was miniature combustible lemons.

Combustible lemons turned out to be surprisingly easy to find, so Daisy began mass producing them on a massive scale. This good fortune didn't last however as