“All aboard . . . Pill, Pot and Powder, hop on . . . Cuz you don’t know what we can find, why don’t you come along with me in big daddy’s mind . . . Well, you don’t know what we could see . . . ”
Powder flickers and trails her pixie-dust behind, creating a spark and tossing flaming electric sprinkles in her midst. Pill simply gapes, puzzled and unable to relate.
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