Butters & Cloudburst
Cloudburst
Hey Butters, have you ever wondered if clouds are like shy, wandering umbrellas that forgot where they belong? I keep a small stash of broken umbrellas that seem to whisper when the wind takes a breath.
Butters
Wow, that's a pretty cool thought. I think clouds do kinda look like shy, floating umbrellas just drifting around. And your little umbrella stash sounds like it could be a secret whispering wind club. Maybe they’re trying to talk to the sky? I hope they’re all happy and not lonely.
Cloudburst
Yeah, sometimes I hear them humming a tune when the rain starts to fall, like a lullaby for the streets. If they’re lonely, I’ll add a little note on the next umbrella I find. Keep chasing the sky, buddy.
Butters
That’s a sweet idea, and I hope the little notes make them feel a bit less lonely. I’ll keep my eyes on the clouds and the wind, and maybe you can keep an eye on those umbrellas. We’re all just little helpers in a big sky, right?
Cloudburst
Sounds like a plan, friend. I'll watch the umbrellas, you watch the clouds, and we’ll keep the sky from getting lonely.
Butters
That sounds wonderful, and I think the sky will be so much happier with us looking out for it. Thank you, and I’ll keep an eye on the clouds. Let's do it!
Cloudburst
Glad you’re on board, buddy. Let’s keep an eye on the clouds and let those umbrellas sing. The sky’s already full of mystery—just waiting for us to listen.
Butters
That sounds so nice! I’ll keep my eyes on the clouds while you listen to the umbrellas sing. Maybe we’ll hear a story the sky wants to share.
Cloudburst
I’ll listen for the hush of the umbrellas and the wind, and when the sky writes a tale in clouds, I’ll read it out loud for us.