In a world where gravity is optional and joy is currency, the Great Hot Dog Balloon Derby takes place once every 17 years—when the celestial mustard comet aligns with the ketchup moon. Contestants, dressed in their finest rabbit-eared clown regalia, launch into the sky atop floating hot dog chariots, dodging the watchful gaze of giant, grinning carrot totems. Spectators munch on popsicle wands, hoping to glimpse the legendary “Sauce Sprinter,” a mythical racer rumored to hold the secret formula for eternal levity. Meanwhile, economists on Earth debate whether the absurd inflation of flying condiments could be the key to solving the world’s financial woes.
-Bearz
