As the flying ship floated lazily over the exotic lands, Moptop stared at a lighthouse atop an enormous cliff and couldn't shake the feeling that he'd once, perhaps in a former life, pushed Notop off the structure. The feeling intensified as they passed over a grid-like river. Hadn't he once gone swimming here?
Jweedy, acting as the tour guide, gestured to the snowcapped mountains and thick jungles below. "They call this the heaven valley, probably because it's so nice. A less likely, and possibly better, explanation is that this place is, in fact, a preview of what heaven will actually be like! From the lush forests to the white mountains . . . I've actually written a little song about it."
"Oh no," said Cajun Mother, rolling her eyes.
Wobin Rilliams zipped himself into a large banana peel and floated to the ceiling.
