Once upon a time, in the town of Toodleburg, where everything was dusty and brown and everyone wore shoes two sizes too big, there lived two twin girls named Banana and October.

They were perfect.
They were shiny.
And unfortunately, they were sick.

One morning, Banana woke up, brushed her teeth, and somehow invented a whole new kind of beauty.
October tied her shoes and caused three men to faint and one elderly woman to write a poem.

It was not normal. It was the Slay Disease.

Doctors were baffled.
Priests were confused.
The mayor tried to quarantine them but accidentally complimented their cheekbones and asked for an autograph.

No matter what Banana and October did, it was a serve.

Banana sneezed once at the farmer's market, and the entire cabbage section caught on fire out of pure drama.
October tripped on the sidewalk, and it looked so good that Vogue magazine declared it the new way to walk.

It got worse.

The disease was contagious.
Soon Mrs. Crumble, the baker, started serving cupcakes while tossing her hair in slow motion.
The mailman delivered letters with a mysterious, tortured elegance.
Even the town cows began walking with a certain runway swagger.

Toodleburg sparkled.

Sequins exploded out of potholes.
Streetlamps shined like disco balls.
Even the rats wore little velvet jackets.

The whole town was united, slaying so hard that small nearby villages filed noise complaints out of jealousy.

But then, tragedy struck.

Out in the ocean, a great white shark named Clive spotted the sparkle from three hundred miles away.
He squinted, flipped on his sunglasses, and thought, "Lunch."

Clive swam up the river, burst into Toodleburg, and, because everyone was too busy posing dramatically to run, ate the entire town in one massive, glittery gulp.

Clive was now the most glamorous shark in the sea.
Banana and October were never seen again, except for the occasional glint of a rhinestone in the foam of the waves.