Despicable Derelicts

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A chilled breeze swept over the gleaming horizon, the sun veiled by wispy golden clouds, falling towards the horizon. The sun cast a golden glow onto Kevin's butter-hued skin. He turned, ready to retreat back to Gru's lair, as an average heighted pill-shaped figure sat near the cobbled path, ukelele rested in lap, singing in the weeds.
"Ba ba ba, ba ba, banana~"
That voice-! The golden tic-tac's voice sounded like silk compared to his own. Kevin walked over to the musical prodigy. That singular, oceanic eye looked up at him, sending a pleasant tingle up his spine.
"B-ba..."
His words barely left his salivating mouth. The angelic tic-tac stood up and hurried off; Kevin hadn't noticed how low the sun had sunken. Best return home.