A Story involving Purple Glasses, Nerd Words, and a Dancing Platypus

'''Note: Please don't edit this. I'm still working on it! Thanks, Coolmoongirl'''

All was a normal day in Danville. That is, if you could call a day in Danville normal, considering the rollercoasters, cheesetopias, and turbo-sled beds, to name a few, that were built daily by two certain kids. You know, just forget the whole normal thing. Let's jist say it was a normal day by Danvillian standards.