The circus tent finally gives way, folding into the dust as ropes snap and lights shatter. The crazy mushrooms march onward, restless and wild, hungry for the next stage of chaos. Some ride squeaky unicycles scavenged from the fairground, others tumble inside giant barrels that rattle with every bounce, while the boldest cling to the backs of passing trucks. A few leap onto trains, and one vanishes down the road on a stolen motorcycle. The world is wide open... and the crazy mushrooms are on the move!
A crazy eyed anthropomorphic morel mushroom, slightly decaying, standing in a twisted circus. He wears a crooked mushroom cap and a worn-out striped vest with oversized buttons, surrounded by warped circus rides, eerie striped tents, and gangly clowns. The sky is dusky purple, the shadows stretch unnaturally. ...