In the sky-wonderland, clouds aren't water vapor—they're the shed skins of sky crocodiles, who are friendly but have terrible breath (smells like overripe plantains). They offer Lula a ride, but only if she sings a jingle for a fictional brand of soda: “FizzFang.”
The banana is split—literally. Every creature gets a piece. The color returns, oversaturated. The sky crocodiles weep rainbow tears. A chorus of parrots sings a round in 17/8 time. Lula realizes she can never leave—not because she's trapped, but because here is now everywhere . bananafever sky wonderland
A chase sequence. Lula slides down a rainbow made of banana peels (slippery, but musical—each peel squeaks a different note). Behind her: the Mold Monks , fuzzy grey creatures who worship decay and want the banana to rot. She skids, she spins, she does a 360 on a cloud. The color returns, oversaturated
A 90-second vocal loop: “Sun is a banana / moon is a peel / I forgot how to feel what is real.” Treated vocals, underwater piano, the sound of someone biting into a frozen fruit bar. Lula realizes she can never leave—not because she's
Trouble brews. The wonderland is running out of bananas. The trees are wilting. A depressed pineapple explains that joy here is chemically tied to potassium levels. Without bananas, colors drain, and the sky turns a sad beige. Lula must find the Last Perfect Banana , hidden in the Refrigerator Mountains.
