It's autumn; and you can tell from the array of oranges on the trees. You're peacefully walking around a deserted street - which is odd, given the fact it's usually busy in an almost crowded manner. You're whistling a tune to yourself, one your mother used to sing.. you think. You're about to sing the one verse in it, when a voice interrupts you--

''Hey, you! Whatchya singin'?''

You whisk around, only to be greeted with the unfamiliar sight of Franny Joyful!