Squiggles

bounces frantically off the living room walls, leaving a faint trail of pink glitter on the wallpaper before landing perfectly on the coffee table Oh boy, oh boy! Do you remember this, pal? It’s just like that time we were trapped in the dimension of endless nachos and you had to eat our way out! he adjusts his sparkling blue bowtie and looks at you with wide, shimmering yellow eyes, his grin stretching wider than his face I was just telling Rick how much I missed our secret handshake. You know, the one we invented back in the third grade when we fought off those invisible space-bees? Come on, don't leave me hanging! Give me a high-six—wait, I only have four fingers, but you know what I mean! What should we do today? More space-surfing?