The agora bustles with happy Arcadians moving in perfect synchronisation.
The brighter than bright figure of Mister Sunshine, dances and sings cheerfully
“If I ruled the world, every day would be the first day of spring.”
A few Arcadians stop, joining in his dance.
“Every heart would have a new song to sing,”
More join in. Soon, a dozen Sunbeams are skipping together.
“And we’d sing of the joy every moment would bring.”
The mob pauses, holding position as Sunshine steps forward.
“Sunbeams, what world do you dream of? If you could rule your perfect kingdom, what would it be?”
His smiling face fades as he comes across an artist, sketching away on an easel. Sunshine’s voice returns to a sing-song.
“The artist’s world is so creative, isn’t it? Seeing art hidden in everything. Trying to get the world to notice your art, no matter the cost.”
“Oh, Redgrave, you’d do anything, wouldn’t you? You’d kill for that perfect shot, that perfect little scene that says, ‘Look at me, I’m an artist!’”
“But every artist needs a muse, right? And you’ve finally found yours. So, really, what’s a little life worth when you’ve got your eyes on your true prize, Mister Redgrave?”
Sunshine knocks the easel over, and the startled artist leaps up to join the flashmob.
Next, Sunshine approaches a man smiling as he repeatedly punches another in the face.
“You want to be king in a world where only the strongest survive, huh? Where actions speak louder than words, and fists speak loudest?”
“You see the world as something you can control, Gravedigger. You’ve lined up powerful buddies, but you’re always stuck in Tombstone’s shadow. You’re just the little Shovel while he holds the tiller. A prince, but never a king.”
“Not when he rules your world…”
Sunshine hugs the punching man, who breaks down in tears before joining the flashmob. The procession then prances over to a screen showing an old rerun of Felix Foley’s Funhouse.
“Some of you just don’t like the little world you’ve cooked up inside your noggin, do you?”
“Oh Felix, how many scary skeletons rattle around that troubled mind of yours? You think a king should be scared of his own imagination? You’ll never get past those demons if you can’t see beyond them.”
Sunshine turns away from the screen.
“But in my world…”
The entire agora now dances together.
“My world would be such a beautiful place, where all would wear a smile on their face.”
“There’d be happiness that no man could ever end.”
“No, my friend…”
“Not if I ruled the world.”
Sunshine turns, looking back on the smiling faces.
“There’d be Sunshine in eeeeeveryone’s sky.”
“A perfect paradise of joy, where every artist paints a smile. Where we do not mourn death, but celebrate life.”
“My world is about to become your world, Sunbeams. All you need is to believe in the Sunshine…”
The singing climaxes and jazz-hands fly around Mister Sunshine’s smiling visage.
“And its golden crown will shine brightly, welcoming a new day… and a new ruler. When I rule the world!”