Little Danny and the Greyscale Rainbow

by Junky April 26, 2006

CHAPTER TWO: THE VAPOR CAPER

Little Danny found himself at a crossroads. Miss Pepper, the kindly school marm, was long dead and all that remained of her was a lock of her magic earlobe. Clutching it tightly, Little Danny wished a wish and suddenly, the crossroads before him merged, like a thunderous earthquake that gave off no sound – into one, single path.

It twinkled with silver polish and smelled like a fancy bathroom. Up ahead, the skies were pinkish nothing and a lone bird cawed a caw. Little Danny smiled, and headed forward down the long, and slippery path. At last, he would find the Redwood Ravine and save Squirrel the Squirrel’s family.

With a hop, a skip and a staggering shimmy – Little Danny was almost to the forest when suddenly he realized he’s forgotten to take his Lactaid. His stomach gurgled – his colon writhed. How he wished he hadn’t spent all that time lay-a-boutin’ back in Gorgonzola Gulch, where the air you breathe is thick as cream cheese.

And suddenly, unable to help himself, Little Danny let loose a green stank cloud of such wretched filth, that it took on an actual personality and became a bonifide entity. Little Danny rubbed his eyes in disbelief. “Who are you?” he asked.

“I am Dark Vapor — your inverse conscience. Made of your deepest stank, I shall curse you all your days.”

Little Danny was aflush — “But please, I must make it to the Redwood — to save Squirrel the Squirrel’s farm from being turned into a Walnut Mart by an evil conglomerate.”

“Gay much?” said the cloud, as it twirled into a tornado and ruined an entire mushroom village just for jollies.