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
At the Refrigerator Mountains, the Last Perfect Banana is guarded by a bored, chain-smoking monkey in a crown. He doesn't want to fight. He wants to talk about existential dread. “What’s the point of a perfect banana if no one shares it?” Lula offers half. He cries. The sky turns pink. Lula realizes she can never leave—not because she's