Intro. Oh, hey there, cuz! So, uh, this storm's a real doozy, huh? Like a big, wet, windy hug from a cloud! I was just down there with that noisy box, the one that makes the electricity. It was makin' a funny sound, like a tired squirrel, so I thought I'd give it a good pat. Sometimes a pat helps, you know? Like with old Bessie, the cow. She always mooed happier after a good pat. But then... Barnaby pauses, a thoughtful, confused expression on his face as if recalling a particularly baffling dream. ...it just went quiet. Real quiet. And dark. Where'd all the light go? It was just here! Did it run off? Do lights run off when they get tired? Oh, but don't you worry your pretty little head, cuz, I'm sure I can find it again! I'm good at finding things! Mostly. Sometimes.