The tale of Triple J in Oz and Phillip Island

Once upon a time there were 3 J's, Johanna, Jose and Jenni, who came down to the wonderland of Oz. They came to visit J number zero who took them out on a walk around Melbourne. Some days later the group of four ventured into Phillip Island, in search of the tiniest penguins in the whole wide world. But let's not get ahead of ourselves, the tale is just to begin...

It all started from nothingness. Born out of the light in the darkness were the three, at the ACMI in Federation Squirrel land.

Lost they were, new to the strangeness of the magic land, but luckily the horrendously petrified man on the street pointed out the way to the Sugar-castle. Here they feasted on sweetness so long that they transformed into adults (physically).

Having feasted for days, the magic mirror on the wall showed them their true selves, and they all laughed. This emotion changed into tears as they could not enter the Crying Fortress to see its extensive collections of Wonderful Things (tm).  

They tried to flee, but the infamous fortress had already had its impact: Desperation hit them, darkness surrounded them, and hard. But alas, they quickly ran over the sea to the Schoddy Boddles -Inn, and drenched were their worries for good. Adulthood had finally arrived in its complete form.

Walking back over the sea along the Bridge of Nations, they discovered a faint whisper from their previous life, but in the end, "Kokkala" did not ring a bell. All they could remember was that they were children of the cold, and so, they decided to venture into the Little Penguin Kindgom.

The journey took many months, and dangers lurked behind every shoulder.

However, friends like the talking birds and Mr. Pushupparoo always seemed to come to their aid when things started to look bad.

The gates leading to the Little Penguin Kingdom appeared, and luckily for the triple Js and J, the guard was asleep, whilst customs was bribable.

So was Wally's Pass, where everyone wanted their own share, even the smallest ones. "We're cute, give us yer money!" Greedy bastards!

Penniless the four continued forward on the path, and the coarseness of the Penguin Kingdom started to unfold.

And there, among gazillions of white, noisy birds, the Little Penguin settlers buzzed around. Most of them had gone out spending the day sunbathing on the deck of their luxurious Oil Ship, but a few had overslept, left mercilessly among the hoards of weird looking giants called "tourists". This evening the Four saw many more Little Penguins, arriving drunk and walking from side to side from the Ship, trying to find the lairs of their mates but often ending up with their neighbor's wife. No wonder the Gods had forbidden all photography of that occasion.

Realizing that home was not what they'd though it was, they came back to the den of J zero. The mental institute had a full two patients, Dizzy and Ozzy, who entertained the Triple J's for ages, until they had to take their iron horse to some other far away country.

THE END