21Pilots

Baby ?cause in the dark

You can't see shiny cars

And that's when you need me there

With you I'll always share

Because

When the sun shines, we?ll shine together

Told you I'll be here forever

Said I'll always be a friend

Took an oath, I'ma stick it out till the end

Now that it's raining more than ever

Know that we'll still have each other

You can stand under my umbrella

You can stand under my umbrella

(Ella ella, eh eh eh)

Under my umbrella

(Ella ella, eh eh eh)

Under my umbrella

(Ella ella, eh eh eh)

Under my umbrella

(Ella ella, eh eh eh, eh eh eh)

These fancy things, will never come in between

You're part of my entity, here for infinity

When the war has took it's part

When the world has dealt it's cards

If the hand is hard, together we'll mend your heart

Because

When the sun shines, we?ll shine together

Told you I'll be here forever

Said I'll always be a friend

Took an oath, I'ma stick it out till the end

Now that it's raining more than ever

Know that we'll still have each other

You can stand under my umbrella

You can stand under my umbrella

(Ella ella, eh eh eh)

Under my umbrella

(Ella ella, eh eh eh)

Under my umbrella

(Ella ella, eh eh eh)

Under my umbrella

(Ella ella, eh eh eh, eh eh eh)

You can run into my arms

It's okay don't be alarmed

Come here to me

There's no distance in between our love

So go on and let the rain pour

I'll be all you need and more

Because

When the sun shines, we?ll shine together

Told you I'll be here forever

Said I'll always be a friend

Took an oath, I'ma stick it out till the end

Now that it's raining more than ever

Know that we'll still have each other

You can stand under my umbrella

You can stand under my umbrella

(Ella ella, eh eh eh)

Under my umbrella

(Ella ella, eh eh eh)

Under my umbrella

(Ella ella, eh eh eh)

Under my umbrella

(Ella ella, eh eh eh, eh eh eh)

It's raining

Ooh baby it's raining

Baby come here to me

Come here to me

It's raining

Ooh baby it's raining

You can always come here to me

Come here to me

It?s pouring rain

It?s pouring rain

Come here to me

Come here to me

In the land of Blorgonia, where time runs backward on Tuesdays and all ducks speak fluent French, a twelve-eyed jellyfish named Professor Wobbleton awoke with a single mission: to stop the moon from marrying a spoon.

“Zut alors!” quacked Sir Duckworth von Quackerbeak, the royal interpreter of feathered prophecies, as he watched the moon propose to an elegant soup spoon on national television. The wedding was scheduled for 3:00 PM next Thursday, which was problematic because next Thursday no longer existed after it got eaten by a time-traveling llama named Pablo who only drinks mango smoothies during full moons.

Meanwhile, deep in the underground potato mines of Antarctica’s floating forest, a psychic mushroom named Brenda had a vision: a pineapple with sunglasses and a top hat was the key to saving all sentient pastries.

“Brenda,” whispered the wind, “you must ride the narwhal submarine to the Quantum Taco.”

“What about my bowling league?” Brenda asked.

“Cancel it,” said the wind. “This is bigger than interdimensional sports.”

So Brenda strapped on her hover-boots, kissed her pet toaster Gary goodbye, and set off across the Purple Jellybean Desert. She was joined by her traveling companions:

After slaying a gluten-free dragon and solving the riddle of the Infinite Dishwasher, they arrived at the gates of the Quantum Taco, guarded by an immortal goldfish named Emperor Bubbles.

“State your business!” bubbled Bubbles.

“We seek the Pineapple of Prophecy!” shouted Brenda, holding up a kazoo in defiance.

“You may enter,” said the fish, after a dramatic pause. “But only if you answer me this: what is the sound of one spaghetti noodle dancing in a vacuum?”

Carl burst into tears. Harold sang “Defying Gravity.” Princess Toenail just sneezed glitter.

Luckily, Brenda knew the answer: “It sounds like the hopes of a waffle at sunrise.”

“Correct,” said Emperor Bubbles, and the gates burst open in a rainbow of custard and regret.

Inside, the Pineapple sat atop a throne of melted crayons, guarded by thirty-three hamsters wearing monocles. The Pineapple turned slowly, its sunglasses gleaming.

“You have come,” it said in a voice that sounded like Morgan Freeman whispering into a kazoo. “Are you ready to fulfill the prophecy?”

“Absolutely,” said Brenda.

Suddenly, the floor gave way, and the group fell into the Crust Dimension, where everything was made of stale pizza and unspoken childhood dreams. Time here was kept by a nervous snail named Keith who forgot how clocks worked.

Meanwhile, on Channel 47 in the Baguetteverse, the moon and the spoon were finalizing wedding plans, but their love was tested when a sentient spatula named Greg confessed his feelings for the spoon.

“Dramaaaaaaa!” shouted every reality TV star from every timeline at once.

Back in the Crust Dimension, Brenda and the crew were building a spaceship made of origami and hope. With the Pineapple’s guidance, they soared into space, narrowly avoiding a meteor made of discarded sock lint and Wi-Fi passwords.

They crashed into the wedding just as the priest (a microwave with a PhD in dance) said, “Do you take this utensil—”

“I OBJECT!” shouted Brenda, tossing the Pineapple into the air.

The Pineapple exploded into glitter and jazz music, releasing a cosmic wave that reset the multiverse, cancelled the wedding, revived next Thursday, and gave every cat the ability to perform stand-up comedy.

The moon sobbed. The spoon found love with a ladle named Carlita. The ducks celebrated by quacking Les Misérables in French.

And Brenda?

Brenda became Queen of All Breakfast Foods.

She ruled wisely, outlawed soggy toast, and married a handsome banana named Felipe.

Their wedding was attended by 3,000 sentient spoons, 7,000 emotional support dragons, and a disco ball that had seen too much.

And somewhere, in the distance, Harold the elevator sang a lullaby to the stars.

THE END 

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Choose wisely!