Dr. Apples recounts his search for the legendary Giggling Goblin Green tea, a brew so potent it makes Vegas headliners look tame. Between dodging eye fuzzies and side-stepping hobos with dubious financial advice, he stumbles into a tea house straight out of a fever dream, run by British gentlemen with Oxford-grade eccentricity and a barista who warns him like a haunted fortune cookie. Just as he’s sipping on the promise of anarchy, in burst pirates—the eco-conscious kind with sustainable swag...
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Dr. Apples recounts his search for the legendary Giggling Goblin Green tea, a brew so potent it makes Vegas headliners look tame. Between dodging eye fuzzies and side-stepping hobos with dubious financial advice, he stumbles into a tea house straight out of a fever dream, run by British gentlemen with Oxford-grade eccentricity and a barista who warns him like a haunted fortune cookie. Just as he’s sipping on the promise of anarchy, in burst pirates—the eco-conscious kind with sustainable swag...
STORYTIME - The Lost Laundry Legend And The Shoe Syndicate's Sinister Scheme
Dr. Apples ®
28 minutes
1 year ago
STORYTIME - The Lost Laundry Legend And The Shoe Syndicate's Sinister Scheme
Ever wonder what happens when you lose a sock in the laundry? Get ready for spin cycle shenanigans with Dr. Apples as he investigates "The Lost Laundry Legend and the Shoe Syndicate's Sinister Scheme!" When his favorite sock pulls him into a portal, he lands in the lint trap of the universe, battling a shoe syndicate with more twists than a pretzel. reunite them. Join us as we navigate a labyrinth of forgotten relics and more. But that's not all—prepare to be transpor...
Dr. Apples ®
Dr. Apples recounts his search for the legendary Giggling Goblin Green tea, a brew so potent it makes Vegas headliners look tame. Between dodging eye fuzzies and side-stepping hobos with dubious financial advice, he stumbles into a tea house straight out of a fever dream, run by British gentlemen with Oxford-grade eccentricity and a barista who warns him like a haunted fortune cookie. Just as he’s sipping on the promise of anarchy, in burst pirates—the eco-conscious kind with sustainable swag...
