It was a perfectly normal, completely regular day in Yoyle City.
And that's a bad thing.
It'd already been quite a while since the 'end' (in *some* definition) of the Battle for Dream Island. Quite a few years have now passed since that speaker box fell from the sky on that fateful day, declaring that this random assortment of twenty living inanimate objects were going to compete and fight for their lives over some place that they wouldn't even get to see. Their lives would be turned completely upside-down; things got so hectic, so chaotic, that while looking back they were completely and utterly *perplexed* as to how and why they were capable of enduring the days and days of boredom they endured back before then, when there was nothing available to them other than doing a whole lot of nothing in the green grasslands. The Announcer had made them go through so much pain, but also through so much novelty. It allowed them to finally well and truly grasp the meaning of what Leafy had been saying all this time: there's a life out there to enjoy, so... enjoy it.
But the world, as it always had, wouldn't let things end happily right then and there. The universe wouldn't let them off *that* easily. The contestants of BFDI now knew just how much more satisfying and fulfilling their lives could be, and yet, *somehow*, they took the wrong lessons to heart. When the competition came to an end with no clear winner, with everyone once again being left to themselves in this planet-sized sandbox, they decided to just continue on as they've always had, setting up a new Battle even though there was no one to host it, no prize to fight over. And when *that* ended as well, and they *finally* decided to put an end to all those silly shenanigans, they just *couldn't* fully let it go. Old habits die hard, presumably.
And so, even with everyone having moved to Yoyle City under the confident claim that they were gonna put the past behind them, everything still felt... exactly the same. Lines were drawn on the proverbial sand, dividing the place into areas where only specific people tend to frequent. The teams and alliances that only existed in the context of the Battle for Dream Island continued to persist, even long after the allure of the prize had long dissipated. Even though they now had a massive, wide-open sandbox with *plenty* of room for them to coexist in peace, they'd all still find a reason to fight.
Golf Ball and her... *associate*, took one good look at it and decided that they weren't gonna entertain this nonsense any further. Sure, they may have willingly participated in the two seasons of BFDI, but... Shut up.
If *they* wanted to play in the dirt and continue to persist in this dreary little world of theirs, that's fine. They shouldn't expect to drag *everyone* along with them, though. The sport globules had other things in mind. Bigger, better things. While everyone else was distracted with the same old stories, perhaps *now* they could get to work on turning their plans into reality.
Immediately upon moving in, they quickly found and cleared an abandoned building to call home, to establish as their secondary, miniature factory. They created a massive checklist of all the things they wanted to do before the indifferent universe decided to throw them another curveball, and quickly got to fulfilling *everything*. There was no time to lose, for they had already wasted so much during the Battle. Starting from today, *today*, they were going to change tomorrow.
There's just one funny thing about tomorrow, though.
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Tennis Ball was packing up.
One of the big things in their large list of chores was exploration. Yoyle City was, according to legend, abandoned 2,763 years ago after... *some* incident, and was home to... like, a *bunch* of wonders and artifacts. It was part of the reason why everyone agreed to settle here after the Battle for Dream Island died down; they could've very easily gone in their own separate ways (and probably should've, really), but there was *something* in that place that captivated *everyone*.
