The school year had just ended for Rydell students. It was a time of joy; everyone in the school, including people who don't know each other and, as far as we're concerned, don't have names, had been dancing around and singing about their friendship throughout the school carnival. The carnival was huge and expensive; what kind of high school can afford a ferris wheel, a tilt-a-whirl, and at least five other rides? Those things cost like $30,000 each. This is where your money is going, taxpayers.

Some moderately weird stuff had happened that year: a guardian angel appeared to Frenchy to tell her how much of a failure she was, a radio celebrity pedoed on Marty at the school dance, and Sandy threw away her morals, beliefs, and personality to impress Danny and his friends. This story teaches great lessons. Oh, and there was a car race at Thunder Road. That was kinda cool, but good luck doing that on stage. All those weird things had nothing on what was about to happen. The lives of these rebellious teenagers were going to change forever and that's a good thing because if they didn't they'd probably have pretty unsuccessful futures; you can only get so far when you spend high school smoking, drinking, singing, dancing, makin' out, and occasionally stealing car parts.

While everybody was signing each other's yearbooks, Danny decided it would be a good idea for him and Sandy to drive the newly revamped Greased Lightning (which was Kenickie's property) through the crowd of people. He was so full of himself that he just assumed they'd move out of the way. They did, thank God, but it was pretty cocky to do that in the first place.

Here's where things get really weird. Greased Lightning (remember this is a car from the 50s meaning it doesn't have any fancy electronic stuff) started flying into the air. That's not a figure of speech, it was literally flying. Everyone smiled and waved because they were still drunk on their own happiness, but it suddenly hit them: the car was flying. The crowd, followed by Danny and Sandy, let out bloodcurdling screams as the stupidly named car continued to ascend. Kenickie pushed his way to the front and shouted "Hey! That's my freakin' car! Get back here Zuko! I don't care if you won the race for me, cars are freakin' expensive!" as he jumped to grab it, but it was already too high up, so he fell onto the ground embarrassingly.

Pretty soon, the people were ants to Danny and Sandy; not literally, but the figure of speech seemed appropriate here. The two didn't know what to say; this was so unexpected and frightening. They had chills which were multiplying and they were losing control of the car. It moved as if it were on the rails of a wooden rollercoaster going up a long slope before a drop. About 10 minutes later, the car softly landed on a gigantic, fluffy cloud. The couple was still stunned as most normal people would be. Danny was the first to talk and his only word was "cool."

"'Cool'? We just flew Kenickie's car into the sky and now we've landed on a cloud. That's not even possible and you don't have anything to say other than 'cool'?" said Sandy.

"Oh you know me baby, just rockin' and rollin' and whatnot" replied Danny.

Sandy was thoroughly ticked off, but she was too scared to do anything about it. A cave started to materialize in the distance, but still on top of the cloud. Wait, it wasn't a cave, it was a castle. Oh wait no, it actually was a cave- no, it was two caves, three caves, four caves, red caves, blue caves. Naw, maybe it was a castle after all. No, no, no! It was a castle made out of caves! Your move, fantasy and sci-fi writers.

Do you really think I'm going to end it there? TO BE CONTINUED...