From the high balcony of Somersault House, overlooking the windswept moors, young Enid Pimpleton scans the far horizon for any sign of Lord Burpley. Alas, with each passing hour, her hope to again behold her love grow ever dim.

May 28, 1982: A cat named Inky confidently declares “Naw, bruh, I don’t need any help. I can hold onto this giant helium balloon all by myself.”