On the drive home, the van smelled of pie, pickles, and triumph. They stopped at a gas station and, without discussing it, bought two more loaves of bread and a new jar of pickles—old habits. Bertie put on his lucky hat and accidentally honked the horn at a goose, which gave them a look that could only be described as offended.
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One humid Wednesday, Bertie opened his mail and found a flyer: "WIN A TRIP TO SUNDRIFT, THE FUNNIEST TOWN IN AMERICA! Grand prize: mystery suitcase." The flyer had no entry form, no rules, and smelled faintly of pickles. Bertie assumed it meant they should just show up. Mooch agreed at once. "Mystery suitcase" sounded like a legitimate life upgrade. On the drive home, the van smelled of
They arrived in Sundrift as the sun was setting and the town was lit by strings of lights and suspiciously decorative gnomes. The talent parade was chaos with a capital CHA: unicycling dentists, interpretive dancers in potato sacks, and a brass band made entirely of middle schoolers. Bertie and Mooch decided to perform a duet they called "The Ballad of the Lost Left Sock." Their act involved only two things: a kazoo and an elaborate interpretive dance that mostly looked like someone trying to extract an invisible sandwich from their sleeve. They did