After having done the Lightning Round, in which the circus members went through various adventures based on the ideas they themselves have suggested in the suggestion box, Caine brought them back to the Digital Circus, snapping a portal open as all six humans walked through it, after which he closed the portal again

"Well, I hope we all learned that suggestion box ideas are actually not fun at all, and Caine's ideas are much better!" Caine spoke with his usual upbeat voice as he floated. He overheard Zooble saying that they didn't actually seem to mind them, and Pomni agreeing, saying the low stakes ones where good. Preposterous!

The familiar colourful setting of the circus settled into view as all the members went off to do their own thing now, with Pomni walking off with Jax, Kinger with Zooble and Gangle, and Ragatha left alone. But who cares! He had a way, WAY bigger problem to deal with!

And that was his adventures! Throughout the whole Lightning Round, all the circus members actually seemed to... ENJOY the suggestion box adventures! They seemed to like it way more than Caine's own adventures. He'd never seen them all that happy before, especially when they went stargazing earlier, which was one of the suggestion box adventures. He can't be that bad at making adventures, right? He can't be that bad at the only thing he's good at.

Caine grumbled as he snapped his fingers, his yellow notepad and a pencil magically materializing from seemingly nowhere as he flipped through the pages, trying to come up with more ideas for adventures. There weren't any actual adventure ideas on them, rather just a bunch of doodles of bees. He'd been doodling them alot lately, though he didn't know why.

Caine's two floating eyeballs between his jaws narrowed the more he contemplated. What was he doing wrong? Dark, high stakes adventures are great! What's wrong with an adventure where they survive in a post-apocalyptic nuclear wasteland with a mean telepathic talking dog? And yet, everybody seemed to prefer casual, grounded ones, and some even low stakes, mainly Pomni.

The artificial intelligence tapped his pencil on an empty page of his notepad, feeling a certain round presence near him. It was Bubble, of course, his AI assistant, but the ringmaster chose not to acknowledge him yet. Bubble was always like that anyway, randomly appearing and disappearing, though the latter is usually because Caine pops them away.

"I don't get it, Bubble," Caine muttered after a long while of silent thinking, "What am I doing wrong? Why don't they like my adventures? I don't understand."