[verse]
Outside, Dogs are yapping at the sound of distant thunder,
Whilst the rain continues rolling through the drainage grids down under.
The heatwave, now, is over, and the cool air chills the land,
Maybe then, tomorrow, I can do the things that I had planned.

[chorus]
Gotta get back (back), back to the code I'm working on. (gotta get all of it done)
Back (back), back to the game I'm making. (gotta make all the games anew)
Back, Back to the things I've got to do. (pixel art needs drawing, too)
Back to building the fun things that make the website true. (yeah.)

[break]

(Yeah)
(Gotta get building. Make a game and such.
(Yeah)
(Make another game, make another game) Then make another game.

[verse]
Coffee cups are lining up, to spur my work a smidge.
I'm done with drinking naught but only chilled drinks from the fridge.
Add cinnamon and nutmeg in to make it burst with flavour,
And maybe sugar in there too, to do my brain a favour.

[chorus]
Gotta get back (back), back to the code I'm working on. (gotta get all of it done)
Back (back), back to the game I'm making. (gotta make all the games anew)
Back, Back to the things I've got to do. (pixel art needs drawing, too)
Back to building the fun things that make the website true. (yeah.)

[break]

(Yeah)
(Gotta get building. Make a game and such.
(Yeah)
(Make another game, make another game) Then make another game.

[instrumental]

[bridge]
One, two, three games, then some more.
This month seems like it might need four.
No five, there's five weeks in this month.
So keep on working, working, working, working, working, working, working, working, work.
work.
work.
work.


[chorus]
Gotta get back (back), back to the code I'm working on. (gotta get all of it done)
Back (back), back to the game I'm making. (gotta make all the games anew)
Back, Back to the things I've got to do. (pixel art needs drawing, too)
Back to building the fun things that make the website true. (yeah.)

[break]

(Yeah)
(Gotta get building. Make a game and such.
(Yeah)
(Make another game, make another game, make another game, make another game)

Then make another game.

JNKCE20250622

Fête Fiasco

Ext. Church Fete - Sunday Afternoon

[A bustling church fete is in full swing. Stalls line the lawn, children run around with balloons, and a brass band plays slightly off-key. Dave, Greenie, and Mrs Thompson are gathered around their usual ScrunchCake table, facing the Vicar.]

Dave: ..and then, honestly, it just [gestures an explosion] Fwwaaar! Like a giant, sugary volcano! The bubbles were everywhere!
Mrs Thompson: [chuckling] It was quite a sight, Vicar. Like something out of a dream! A very bubbly dream.
Vicar: [not shocked] I know, Dave, your house is six doors away. There are still bubble stains on most of the glass windows. And not the good sort of Stained glass.
Dave: [gesturing expansively] It was a triumph! A testament to the power of Scrunch!
Green: He means a testament to poor planning and questionable scientific methods.
Vicar: [raising an eyebrow] You seem rather proud of causing such disruption, Dave.
Dave: Disruption? Vicar, I prefer to think of it as spontaneous joy! A little bit of unexpected fun for everyone.

[A small child approaches the table, eyes wide with curiosity.]
Child: Are those bouncy cakes?
Dave: [beaming] They are! Try one! It’s like eating a cloud, but with more scrunch.

[The child tentatively bites into a ScrunchCake, then begins crying.]
Green: [sighing] Here we go again.
Mrs Thompson: Oh, dear! Are you alright, sweetie?

[Dave pulls out a tablet]
Dave: I'm cataloguing this event. "Tears of a ScrunchCake."
Vicar: [exasperated] Dave! Must you document everything?
Dave: Data is the key. If Moses had spreadsheets instead of carved tablets.
Vicar: ... Then what?
Dave: Well, then we'd still know what the tablet said.
Green: Dave, just quit while you're ahead.
Vicar: He's not ahead.
Green: Dave, just quit.
Dave: But the data!
Green: Let’s just sell some cakes before you start measuring the bounce rate of children covered in sugar.
Mrs Thompson: [smiling sweetly] Well, Vicar, thank you for another lovely eventful Sunday!

[End Credits roll as the Vicar rolls his eyes and walks away from Dave's stall]