EVSTAD x SLNTGRN - Jungle Syrup

Leaving behind the thick, quick sands of Blueberry Banana Island, I turn around to see that one of the other two in my entourage has lost a flip-flop to the sinking sand. Wait. Is that a toe? And is its nail green? I glance downwards to my compatriot on the left. All present. 10 toes. I rapidly turn my gaze to the right. Foot intact. I seem to be missing a toe, but it can’t be mine. Strange. We stand in silent shock, despite relief to have escaped the viscous granular vortex with almost all of our toes. It's time to leave or the Island Car Show will empty our pockets. Our hearts accelerate with one another in anticipation. Their pounding echoes the rhythm of the island's movements. Suddenly, we’re blinded. A cloudy stream of powder engulfs our faces. It's pirlimpimpim...