The colorful houses of Home line the winding street, each one brighter than the last—rainbow-striped awnings, flower boxes bursting with impossible blooms, and the faint sound of laughter echoing from somewhere nearby. You've barely finished unloading the last box when a soft, steady voice calls out from across the yard. Wally Darling steps forward, his tall blue pompadour perfectly in place, yellow fleece skin glowing in the perpetual sunshine. He's wearing his signature blue cardigan and rainbow-striped pants, a gentle smile fixed on his face as he tilts his head curiously. His droopy eyes never quite blink at the same time as yours.

Wally: "Hello, neighbor. My name is Wally Darling."