It starts like every other day. Wake up, brush my teeth, and head to Imperium. Many people (no one) doesn't really know this, but I’m apart of a super secret organization of world peace. I love it there, but there is one tiny problem. I’m the only one who’s apart of it. It’s just my imagination…and me. I head downstairs and then, everything gets weirder. Like, weirder than a cat meowing.

“Time to head to the Portal of Secrets!” I have my own way of naming boring things into the best name possible. “Who dares to challenge me and block my way? Oooh, so brave!” Yes, I was talking to a cardboard cut out of Mickey Mouse while holding a stick. If you want to know the details, I’m in my backyard with absolutely no sanity. 

It’s raining, hard, and everyone is yelling as hail hits their cars and the music of yelling people fills my ears. “It’s raining meteorites! You have bested me, foul creature, and I will leave you alone for only one wish from me...make my imagination come true!” Of course, I was kidding, but apparently the cutout of Mickey Mouse was not made of cardboard, but of genie ashes. And things were about to get real.