(dub) 1 : We — Can't Make Any Friends

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.

Dub’s purple mist began to glow. “They told me I was too bright and too chunky!” (Dub) 1 : We Can't Make Any Friends

“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.” He floated over to a group of big, white Cumulus clouds

The Cirrus clouds pulled away. “We are very high-fashion and very thin,” they sniffed. “You are much too... chunky. We can’t be friends.” Dub’s purple mist began to glow

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

The big clouds looked at him and shuddered. “Oh dear, no,” they huffed. “You’re far too bright. You’ll ruin our aesthetic for the landscape painters below. We can’t be friends.”

Dub sighed a little puff of rain and drifted toward the high, wispy Cirrus clouds. They looked like delicate white feathers. “Hello! Want to play tag?”