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The Happiest Day



It started out like any ordinary day. We were walking down the road and soon discovered the path that lead to the Happiest Day.

That was the day Wella told the kapre that if he didn’t stop smoking, he’d end up with ugly, dirty lungs and bad breath. That was the kapre’s happiest day.
(Art by Russell Molina)



Because of that, the kapre let us climb up the magic tree, which lead us all the way up to see all the pretty cities and towns and shopping malls.



(Art by Robert Magnuson)



At the top the tree was the biggest outlet store Wella has ever seen (which was offering 50-70% discount on all items –not just select items) which was one of the reasons why it was the happiest day.

(Art by Laila San Diego)


Travelling from shop to shop, they rode the Gold Leaf Express that came with an app that lead them to the best bargains -- which was one of the reasons why it was the happiest day.



(Art by Tepai Pascual



After all that shopping, they bought a plane from the Intermediate Pad Store and flew away, up and away, past the clouds and followed the comets that were late for work.

(Art by Ronnie Tres Reyes)



On the galactic disco floor, they were challenged by the Interplanetary TransGalactic Robot Troupe to a dance off. They didn’t expect Wella to have such killer dance moves, which earned her a medal made out of stardust (which matched her outfit) -- which was one of the reasons why it was the happiest day.

(Art by Unna San Diego)



The robots gave them free passes to Z-World, a planet that was actually a giant zoo that didn’t really have cages so it wasn’t really a zoo but it had a lot of animals. On that happiest day, they met the TriByrds that sang karaoke tunes and they knew all of Wella’s favorite songs.

(Art by Atan)



While touring Z-Planet, they met Mr. Jarvis Ianthorpe, who gave them the best seat in the house to watch the setting of the twin suns and got them the best tasting frozen sea urchin in all of Z-Planet.  
(Art by Ian Sta. Maria)


It was also in Z-World where they met the Hepto-opti-bicorn (but Wella just called him HepHep).

HepHep flew them around his world and flew in loop-the-loops which made them yell HOORAY! everytime he went round and round.

He also brought them to the best isaw place in Z-World, which gave free isaw to all birthday celebrants -- which was one of the reasons why it was the happiest day.


(Art by Kajo)



HepHep introduced them to Elbert the DinoMan, who lived in DinoWorld, Z-World’s next door neighbor. Elbert had the funniest Knock Knock jokes, which made Wella laugh so hard she summoned a pod of dolphins -- which was one of the reasons why it was the happiest day.

(Art by Elbert Or)



Elbert the DinoMan lead them to a swamp and told them of the secret passage that lead them a secret entrance of a secret cave.

(Art by John Amor)


In that secret cave was a billionaire playboy who dressed in black and had a lot of cool toys.

They played hide n’ seek with the billionaire playboy and borrowed his toys. Wella borrowed this shiny accessory that was just lying on the table.


(Art by Brandie Tan)



The shiny accessory had candy (well, it looked like candy), which they ate and transformed them into Mr. Gigantor and Ms. Universe.

(Art by Dan Matutina)




With their superduperpowers, they flew back to Earth, where they finally turned back into their normal selves, but that was okay, since it was such a happy day.

Such a happy, happy day filled with adventures, meeting new friends, and shopping!

(Art by Bow Guerrero)
But my happiest day was the day I gave Wella a ring and she said, “Where’s my iPhone?” (Thankfully, she still accepted my ring, my love, and yes, I even gave her an iPhone.)

(Art by Tori Gonzales)

Happiest Birthday to my co-adventurer and co-pilot, my happiest love!


(Art by Gerry Alanguilan)


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