In this world, everyone has objects or appliances replacing their heads. Some people are TV heads, some are camera heads, or maybe even bowl heads. But these guys… These guys are cone heads.

Their names are Kyle, Tulip, Hope, and Yuri, and they are really close friends.

They're all sitting at the side of a building, just annoyed by the heat of summer.

Kyle: "It's so hot..."

Yuri, being the most relaxed of the group, casually splashes water on himself, the droplets running down his bright orange cone head and soaking into his already damp shirt.

Tulip: "I know right?" She dramatically leans back against the hot pavement, her arms sprawled out like she's given up on life. "I feel like I'm melting into the concrete. Like a popsicle. A really sad, dead popsicle."

Hope just glares at nothing in particular, her irritation as intense as the summer sun. She hates summer. Hates it with a passion. The heat, the sweat, the bugs—everything about it is infuriating.

Hope: "We should've stayed inside. Or better yet, moved to Antarctica."

Yuri: "Antarctica? With what money, exactly? You got some kind of secret rich person double life you're hiding from us?"

Hope: "No, but if I did, I wouldn't be here roasting like a piece of roadkill with you three idiots."

Kyle, ever the genius, suddenly perks up. "Oh! I have an idea!"

Hope: "That’s new."

Kyle ignores the jab and scrambles to his feet, dusting off his shorts. "We should find one of those big fancy fountains and jump in. Boom. Free pool."

Tulip gasps dramatically, sitting up. "Kyle, you absolute mastermind. That is the smartest thing you have ever said."

Yuri: "Which isn't saying much, but yeah, I'm in."

Hope sighs, rubbing the side of her cone head as if trying to soothe an oncoming headache. "This is going to get us arrested."
Kyle: "Not if we run fast enough", before turning to face you, "You in?"