[1665 Nelson Street]

[Gash is sitting on the front steps, hair mused and still in his pajamas. The sun creeps behind him, casting a shadow around his feet and across the pavement.

Normally, he'd be bouncing around, yelling to all his housemates and neighbors to embrace the new day, but he found something. On a shelf, already beginning to gather dust, sparkled silver and gold.]

Out here is really does shine a lot more. [He's back in the present now, tiny hands carefully moving around and clasping at the item.] I didn't wear this very often, but...

[He slowly stands, eyes flashing just like the object in his hands. He can feel a warmth spreading in his chest. It's familiar, almost empowering.] This is-

[A deep breath.]

OUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! People of Mayfield! I won't let you down!

By this crown, I swear I will never give up! Ununu!