Any Friends - (dub) 1 : We Can't Make

Dub beamed. For the first time, he didn't feel like a misfit. They didn't need to fit in with the white clouds; they just needed to find each other. Together, they swirled into the evening sky, creating the most spectacular, weird, and colorful sunset the world had ever seen. Should we continue Dub’s adventure in , or

Once there was a little cloud named Dub. While most clouds in the sky liked to bunch together into big, fluffy blankets, Dub was a bit different—he was a bright, neon-purple mist. (Dub) 1 : We Can't Make Any Friends

Zip laughed, a sound like a bubbling brook. “Well, I think purple and orange look great together. Want to go make a sunset?” Dub beamed

He floated over to a group of big, white Cumulus clouds. “Hi! Can I hang out with you guys?” he asked, wiggling his purple edges. Together, they swirled into the evening sky, creating

Dub felt very lonely. He drifted down toward the mountains, thinking, Maybe I’m just not meant to have friends.

Dub’s purple mist began to glow. “They told me I was too bright and too chunky!”

“Hey!” the orange fog yelled. “I’m Zip. I’ve been hiding in this cave because the other fogs think I’m too loud and too orange.”