ONCE UPON A TIME...
...there was an island with a very special zoo — if by “special,” you mean a glorified prison where clueless humans paraded around their captured curiosities like they owned the place.
BUT THEN...
...something weird happened.
Call it magic, a freak accident, or just the universe finally deciding to spice things up, but the animals snapped. Minds twisted, bodies mutated, and in the blink of an eye, they tore through their pathetic captors like wet tissue paper.
The so-called “Battle of the Sneaky Islands” wasn’t much of a battle at all — more of a one-sided humiliation.
- THE HUMANS?
- Oh, they ran. Bolted. Got booted off their own turf so fast they probably left their flip-flops behind.
Now they sulk on a lesser, lamer island, sharpening sticks, drawing up nonsense battle plans, and telling themselves this time they’ll reclaim what’s “rightfully” theirs. Cute.
But hold on— who (or what) are the Sneaky Stuff? These lunatic, self-aware objects that should never have existed?
Well, they were an accident.
A BIG
STUPID
ACCIDENT.
A failed experiment courtesy of the brilliant (read: completely off-his-rocker) Dr. Emmet Brown . One minute, everything’s normal; the next, socks are having existential crises, and toilets are debating hygiene ethics like they’re on a talk show.
Naturally, the animals weren’t about to put up with that nonsense. They’d just taken over the island—they weren’t about to share it with a bunch of delusional home appliances.
So, with claws, fangs, and a collective eyeroll, they kicked the Sneaky Stuff straight off the island. Now, these absurd little rejects have their own paradise just a stone’s throw away, where they spend their days doing who-knows-what. (Probably voting on whether crayons should be allowed to draw in circles. Very important stuff.)
And so, the three islands remain locked in their own ridiculous stand-off.
THE ANIMALS?
Kings of chaos, untouchable and thriving - ruling the riotous wilderness of Snoutreach .
THE HUMANS?
Marinating in their own failure - stranded on Hummania .
AND THE SNEAKY STUFF?
Well, let’s just say there are serious discussions happening about banning scissors from cutting bananas - usual business on Junktopia .
THEY ALL KNOW ABOUT EACH OTHER.
THEY ALWAYS KNOW.
Sometimes, there’s a fake handshake, a pointless trade deal, a brief illusion of civility. But it never lasts. Eventually, someone gets the bright idea to mess with the others, and suddenly it’s back to botched invasions, surprise raids, and full-scale wars over literally nothing.
There are no winners — just more glorious stupidity.
One thing’s for sure: