The golden sunlight slowly eased into the western sky. The once white billowing clouds had become a kaleidoscope of colors dancing across the horizon. There on the desert, the shadows lengthened making the majestic saguaro cacti seem larger than life. Among the solitude, the silence was broken only by the occasional howling of a coyote far in the distance. The air was still and clear as day turned to night. Suddenly the desert became completely quiet. Brief clouds of dirt arose to cover the worn boots of a trudging adventurer. The man was weathered but at ease in the harsh environment. He stopped and as he did the dust settled gently upon the brim of his fedora hat and within the folds of his rolled up sleeves. He reached into the bag that was slung over his right shoulder and retrieved a parcel. With the exhale of a deep breath he blew the desert sand off the envelope and gently opened the flap. Slowly he unfolded the parchment and using the last slivers of daylight, he read the message over again for the countless time.
It has been quite a while since we last spoke. I so miss the grand adventures that we used to share. The times we spent with Oliver P. Phinnius are some of my fondest memories. As I sit back and recount all that we experienced, I realized that you have become like family to me. So as a family member, I am writing to you in hopes that my letter finds you in good spirits and good health. As you know Ollie is now employed at the university teaching ancient linguistics and metallurgy. His health is suffering and the doctors have said he is in need of rest. The years of adventure have taken their toll on him and he has reached near exhaustion. So I am writing to ask for your help once again. Please come east and meet up with the other adventurers to share in the stories and the revelry of this family event.
Arizona refolded the letter and placed it back in its envelope and slid the parcel back into the pack. The sun was nearly down and it would be night soon. A soft breeze began to blow from the west moving due east. He turned to face the wind. The golden sunset light seemed to dance as it hit his eyes. Jeff let out a sharp whistle. From a gully behind him came another figure. The young girl strode up to her father, her blonde hair floated gracefully in the wind. As she approached, Arizona Jeff began to speak, "So far, your mother and I have kept you fairly protected. But the time has come for that to change. There is much about me you don't know but now that you are a young woman I think I need to explain a few things to you. You see I once roamed the land searching for treasure. Not just any treasure, but the treasure of pins. During my travels I met many great and wonderful people. It is now time for me to introduce you to them."
Arizona Jeff grabbed his gear and began to head for the Jeep. They had little time to lose if they were going to meet their pin friends in the wondrous land of pins. As he walked towards the vehicle, his voice sliced through the night, "Pack your things, It's Adventure Time!"