Beneath the infinite yogurt canopy, a legion of sentient crêpes and robotic daffodils—erupted into applause. Overhead, a fleet of hover-sheep baa’d harmoniously to the Glorb as the audience—a mix of sentient marshmallow dirigibles into the heart of the Great Slorpocalypse. Snozzlepip! Over the hills of glibber-goo, the intergalactic