our turn-taking is what has made this story great, though trust me, you'd be disappointed if i tried to finish it by myself

that's when we tend to remember things, isn't it

there's no saving him now *cries*

"Well," Little Agent said, "let's follow the map. The sooner we get to the destination, the better."
Little Agent pulled the withered map from his pocket and pulled the folded paper out. In the bottom-middle of the map was LMBE Lane, the street where Little Agent lived. above the area as the Forest of Freaky Flying French Fries, right next to the Swamp of Swapping Swans. To the middle-right a cave marked "Cave of Magic (and spoops)" beside the Mountains of Moaning. Past this lay the Land of Lava and Supposedly Dormant Volcanoes, which was just behind the Portal of Interdimensional Transport.
Little Agent pointed to the map. "It'll be quicker to go straight up, through the Forest of Freaky Flying French Fries."
Daddy Potato snorted.
"This isn't a joke, Daddy Potato!" Little Agent reprimanded. "This is serious! We have to save our friends whose house is being flown away and fight Mr. Dentist, the giant anthropomorphic apple!"
Little Agent paused.
"I just heard myself." He admitted.
"In all seriousness, Little Agent, you're right; we have to get started immediately." Daddy Potato confirmed.
"Hey, that Innac Tiv Itty place looks nice." Best Welsh Buddy observed.
"Don't even think about it!" Daddy Potato warned.
"I wonder if they have golden gameboys there." Best Welsh Buddy wondered aloud.
"Don't think you're going anywhere." Daddy Potato said firmly. "I need you here - as my wife."
"Is nobody going to question this arrangement?" Little Agent asked.
"Nah, it's already canon and nobody had any problems with it previously." Daddy Potato explained. "We'll be fine."
"I still think it's weird." He noted.
"Come on, to the Forest of Freaky Flying French Fries we go!"
They ran to the nearby clump of trees supposedly identifying as the marked forest, eager to save their friends. As more and more trees passed their vision, the family started feeling nervous. "So, you guys think this place actually has freaky flying french fries?" Best Welsh Buddy asked.
"Well, it says so on the map." Little Agent explained. "I'm sure if there are, it'll be no problem. We can just eat 'em."
Little did the family know, the forest's name was deceptive marketing.

(made for visualization, not for expert art skills)