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 .
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.” bananafever sky wonderland
The protagonist (call her Lula) wakes to find her bedroom floating. Bananas dangle from the ceiling like chandeliers. The law of up/down now depends on how ripe something is. A green banana sinks; a spotted one rises. She learns to walk sideways. The banana is split—literally
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 sky crocodiles weep rainbow tears