The two brothers hid too well during their game of hide and seek. They found themselves in a bright, maze-like place, decorated with doodled-on furniture and drawn-on walls. A distant, high pitch voice sang a lonesome “la la la la, la la la la,” which echoed against the whine of fluorescent light. Though uncanny, the notes rang familiar: a song from Saturday morning television.

The brothers followed the sound, hoping to find their way back to their living room. They wandered winding halls until the tune drew near, then turned one final corner only to abruptly stop. Before them sprawled a writhing red mass: a lengthy creature that extended into the distance with rows of arms straining to support its matted fur body. Gripped fingers frantically scribbled on the ground, and a hollow mouth set beneath wide eyes sang the melody the boys knew so dear.

The creature paused its song and gazed curiously at the unexpected arrivals. He had been isolated in this domain for far too long… until now. Before him stood two new friends, lost and alone, feelings he knew all too well. But the boys’ longing for home was eclipsed by the creature’s craving for companionship. His mouth fell into a smile at his decision, knowing the brothers would never be lonely in their new home. They would love his goldfish, his crayons too. He reached out a bony hand as he warmly proclaimed: “Welcome to Elmo’s World.”