Behind the forest, an enormous mountain thrusts into the sky, it's frosty peak piercing into the clouds. It's a long way off, but you can just about make out an anthropomorphically actualised artichoke, at least twenty metres tall and seemingly terribly upset, about half way up.
"Oh, it's Terrance" says Kevin, producing a tiny pocket watch from somewhere on his person... well, his kitten I guess, "That's convenient, he's my two o'clock. We'd better get over there quick."
"Wait, what?" you ask, gazing out over the landscape at the sentient, sobbing thisle, "That's miles away."
"Indeed it is," Kevin confirms, rolling a blade of grass between his teeny tiny paws. He raises it to his lips and blows, producing the deafening sound of a klaxon, "We'd better take Nigel to save time."
"Who is Nigel?" you ask. Suddenly, you become very much aware that the ground is rumbling. You notice something burst through the treeline in the distance, kicking up mud and dust and travelling straight for you at immense speed. It dips below the horizon, before appearing again coming over the hills. You can clearly see that it is actually a [blank]-propelled [blank]
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