Music maestro please. Lemon llamas dance in the lilac spring clashing heavily with the bright marroon of the crimson gibbon exploding with rage at the merest misplaced lepidopteran.
They flit in the breeze with the grace of a succulent cactus and invade the homeworld of the Sugar people, laughing, intensely drawn towards the light of a thousand moons.
"Those moths can be vexing." says Mr. Munchmallo.