Prologue

Graham Dennis wakes up in a strange place. He looks around, with no idea where he is. He is in a mysterious forest that seems to stretch on for miles. He also noticed that to his left was a duffel bag. He opened the duffel bag and inside was a flashlight, a very old camera, and a compass that always seemed to point exactly 6.7 degrees North-West. Left with no other option, he began to start walking in a random direction between the trees. As he walked, his path seemed to become clear. He didn't know where he was going, but his feet were set i motion, and they seemed to have a destination. After what seemed like hours of walking towards nothing, he stopped. Something was watching him, he could feel it. "Who's there?", he finally decided to speak. A rustling came from the bushes behind him, and out popped a weird blue shark looking creature wearing Nike shoes. Then, another creature appeared, one that looked like a crocodile plane thing. This had to be a fever dream, it must be. Or, at least, that's what Graham thought. The 2 creatures started eyeing him suspiciously. Graham just stood there, frozen in shock and confusion, unsure how to react. And, in his confused daze, he hadn't noticed the Tung Tung Tung Sahur sneaking up behind him, readying his bat. With one swing, he knocked the poor boy out, and then the three started dragging him into the forest.

As Graham began to regain consciousness, he realized he was tied to a tree with the strange creatures staring at him intently. The blue shark creature spoke first, in a voice that sounded like a mix between a dolphin and Gilbert Gottfried.

"Why are you in our forest, human?" it squawked, its fins flapping nervously.

Graham blinked, trying to process the absurdity of the situation. "I-I have no idea how I got here! I was just walking and... I don't even know where I am!"

The crocodile plane thing tilted its head, its propeller spinning lazily. "You expect us to believe that, human? You have a compass that always points 6.7 degrees North-West! What kind of sorcery is this?!"

Graham chuckled nervously, realizing how ridiculous he must sound. "I swear, I don't know anything about that compass! It was just in the duffel bag."

The Tung Tung Tung Sahur, who had been silently watching from the shadows, stepped forward and jabbed a clawed finger at Graham. "You are a spy, aren't you?! Sent here by the Squizzleknobs to steal our secrets!"

Graham's eyes widened in disbelief. "The Squizzleknobs? I've never even heard of them! I swear, I'm just a lost human trying to find my way out of this crazy forest!"

The creatures exchanged glances, clearly not convinced by Graham's story. The blue shark creature spoke again, its voice dripping with suspicion. "We will find out the truth, human. We have ways of making you talk. Tung Tung Tung Sahur, fetch the tickle monster!"

Graham's eyes widened in horror as the Tung Tung Tung Sahur scurried off, reappearing moments later with a fluffy pink monster that looked more adorable than menacing. The creatures began to tickle Graham mercilessly, causing him to burst into uncontrollable laughter.

And as Graham's laughter filled the forest, little did he know that his adventures were only just beginning...

"Reveal your intentions, young human!" the Fluffy Pink Monster demands, rising over Graham.

"I— I— haha!" Graham wheezes from the monsters' tickle fest.

"Enough," the Fluffy Pink Monster swats her minions away from the boy. "Enough already,"

The Fluffy Pink Monster encircles the tree in the manor of a shark, inspecting him closely. She snaps her head forward, pausing just before her neck begins to lengthen, encroaching on him. Graham's eyes widen, trying his best to remain calm, swallowing his screams down his throat. "Nice to meet you?" Graham grins sheepishly.

The Fluffy Pink Monster gives him a long, cavernous stare, followed by a slow whiff of human. "The compass... Confiscate the compass!"

"Hoorah!" The monsters relentlessly dart for the compass, cooking up a cloud of dust.

Tung Tung Tung Sahur saunters out of the nothingness. "Ma'am," Tung Tung Tung Sahur kneels before the Pink Fluffy Monster, presenting the esteemed token.

"We must demolish it before the Squizzleknobs hunt down our tribe." The Fluffy Pink Monster clenches the compass between her furry paws.

"But the compass is indestructible. Fire-resistant, water-resistant, solar powered, vegan, and made with 57% less plastic! How could we possibly destroy it?" the blue shark creature swings his fins up in a panic.

"We're throw it into the pit... The Slime Pit."

The airspace dims with Fluffy Pink Monster's words, the darkness closing in around them.

"The Slime Pit?" the creatures gasp in unison.

"And the boys goes too."