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So he asked, “Where can I get tickets?”

She said, “You don’t need a ticket, unless you are going to Ming Ming’s Gift Shop, because Ming Ming’s Gift Shop is 100,000,000,000,00 miles away.”

“That’s like in another solar system,” said Pencil.

She nodded.

So he went to security, got checked, then he went to the gates.

Pencil heard this, in an airport voice: “People under 50 can go on the plane. If you’re not, you have no choice but to get fired from your job and get rid of all your money. Thank you for your cooperation.”

“Wow,” said Pencil. “It’s a good thing I’m only eight.”

So he got on a flight back to Magnet Town.

Meanwhile, in the plane the pilot was crazy but no one knew, so when he was flying he crashed in Candy Land, where clouds were cotton candy and the ocean was blue raspberry juice, and rain was made out of gumdrops and Hallowe’en is when you go door to door getting potatoes and bits of corn and the unhealthiest thing is a broccoli stock.

“Yes! Yay yay! Woo hoo, this is a party!” said Pencil.