One day as we was walking down the road, a yellow monkey came around and asked him for some green jelly, which Max had left at home, the previous night. The monkey exclaimed, “Max! How could you?” That was the end of the monkey; he had fallen into a jam of things. So Maxwell married the neighbors’ daughter, in a pink and purple wedding, with the sun shining through their eyes, and the Grey Beans slowly creeping in.

The Beans had come from Bean-land, carrying a huge pumpkin, which they would use to ride a bicycle. Beamy darkness engulfed the Deep, pretty flowers stopped blooming in gay, and the Deeplets wouldn’t stop sulking. Their only hope was Maxwell, who had gone to fetch a pile of grass from the nearby village, where he met a little tiger who showed him the way to some fresh cold water. Maxwell took a sip of the cold water and he was magically transported to the skies, where he saw beautiful meadows and cherry blossoms. He didn’t want to go back to the Deep, and instead wanted to dance with the rainbows and sing with the rain. But he learnt of the Beans and made his way back to the Deep on a big bus. There were hopping kittens and laughing hyenas.

Maxwell made it back to the Deep. The colourless blue sky of the Deep was now grey and with the help of his friend, the yellow monkey, Maxwell succeeded in winning the Deep back for his people, who then celebrated with lots of creamy flowers and chocolaty firework. And they lived happily ever after.