I'm so happy they let me out.

They said I was crazy, sent me away, cast off from society. All because I tried to make people happy with my red happy dust.

I'm happy they let me out.

It was a while ago they put me away. There was a building. It was full of sad people. I put a little of my happy dust on the building and then everyone was happy. They were so happy they danced and yelled and then they fell asleep on the ground.

I'm happy they let me out.

After a while, a nice lady knocked on the funny farm door. She asked to see me.

I am so happy they let me out. So happy.

She said that her boss would pay me to make people happy with my red happy dust. She said her boss would give me money to make anyone wearing the color red happy.

I'm happy they let me out.

She negotiated a way out of the funny farm. I was sad at first when I left; it was full of sad people and I wanted to spray my happy dust on it to cheer everyone up.

Still, I'm happy they let me out.

She gave me a blue "sane suit" to wear. The sane suit made it so I couldn't make myself happy with my happy dust.

I was sad at first, but I'm still happy they let me out.

Then she gave me a magical gun. It shot my happy dust out of the front and made people dance and sing!

I was overjoyed! I'm so happy they let me out!

Her boss said she had a job for me. A job to make people happy. Her boss used some happy dust to make a little white thing with an orange tip happy and put it in her mouth.

I was still just happy they let me out.

Her boss told me that I was to make anyone wearing the other color happy. I told her that her assistant had explained this to me, but she couldn't hear me because of my sane suit's mask.

Even though it's hard to breathe in my sane suit, I'm happy they let me out.

Her boss smiled and let me go to make people wearing the other color happy. They love it when I make them happy! They dance and sing and I can't help but laugh along with them! They become so happy that they fall to the ground because they got so tired from their dancing! The sane mask makes it so I can't wake them up, or talk to any of the other people on my team. Even the other people wearing sane suits can't understand me through my sane suit.

I'm happy they let me out, still.

There is one person who can understand me. He can't understand every word I say, but when I'm in trouble, he shoots a magical beam at me and then I feel better. Much better. Sometimes I feel so much better that I feel like I can't die and I'm able to make EVERYONE on the other team happy!

I'm so glad they let me out; I'm so good at this job!

I don't understand why people run from my happy dust. I don't know why they try to shoot at me when I'm trying to make them happy. I'm just trying to cheer them up; what don't they understand?

Even though I get hurt sometimes, I'm glad they let me out.

My teammates look at me as if I'm crazy. I'm not crazy. If I were crazy, they wouldn't have let me out of the funny farm.

I'm happy they let me out of the funny farm.

I don't think my teammates are very happy. They look as unhappy as the people I'm making happy look. I don't know why I can't make them happy. I want to make them happy. My teammates need to be happy.

I'm happy they let me out of the funny farm; now I'm going to try to make all of my friends on my team happy.