It was a calm and sunny day, and Greg was content. He was going to the Octo-quarium downtown for a sleepover, his favorite place. 

On the way, nothing worthwhile happened, but immediately after he entered the Octo-quarium, things started to get weird. No sounds were coming from the speakers, which normally broadcast the Octopuso Piano’s musical arrangements. Also, the normally peaceful Octopuso de Whito was banging on the glass, and the lively Springingo Octopus was asleep.

 

Something was wrong.

 

As night came, Greg slept. He hoped no more unlucky and interesting things will happen at this visit to the Octo-quarium.