(dub) 1 : We Can't Make Any Friends -

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

Zip laughed, a sound like a bubbling brook. “Well, I think purple and orange look great together. Want to go make a sunset?” (Dub) 1 : We Can't Make Any Friends

Suddenly, he heard a high-pitched whistle. He looked down and saw a strange, orange-tinted fog rolling out of a cave. Dub felt very lonely

“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.” “Well, I think purple and orange look great together

Once there was a little cloud named Dub. While most clouds in the sky liked to bunch together into big, fluffy blankets, Dub was a bit different—he was a bright, neon-purple mist.

“I’m going to go find some best friends!” Dub announced one sunny morning.

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?”