The Whirly-Twirl Tale of Tailspin Town

A Grokster Suess style story about Tailspin

In a jungle of Jangle, where vines twist and twirl,
Lived the folk of Tailspin, in a whirly-whirl world.
There were trees that sang softly, with leaves that would hum,
And clouds that dropped sparkles instead of plain plum.


At the heart of this jungle, by a river so wide,
Stood a rickety dock where the Tailspinners bide.
They flew in their plane, the grand Higher-for-Hire,
With wings that could wiggle through storms and blue fire.


Now, Baloo was the pilot, a bear big and bold,
With a heart full of laughter, worth more than pure gold.
His pal Kit Cloudkicker, a cub with a grin,
Could surf on the breezes and spin with a spin!


One morning, oh my, as the sun gave a wink,
Baloo yawned and stretched, saying, “What do you think?
We’ve cargo to carry, to Who-Knows-Where-Now,
But the map’s gone all squiggly—oh, bother, oh how!”


The map was a mess, full of loops and odd lines,
With stars that blinked brightly and curlicue signs.
“To Zizzle-Wump Mountain!” cried Kit with a cheer.
“But the way’s topsy-turvy, and trouble’s too near!”


For out in the jungle, where shadows would creep,
Lurked Don Karnage, a pirate, with tricks up his sleeve.
His airship of mischief, the Iron Vulture by name,
Swooped low with a cackle to ruin the game.


“I’ll snag all your cargo!” snarled Karnage with glee,
“My pirates will prance, and you’ll never fly free!”
His crew hooted and hollered, their swords all a-clang,
While the Higher-for-Hire just wobbled and sang.


But Baloo wasn’t worried; he chuckled, “Oh, my!
We’ll dance through the clouds where the Whirly-Birds fly!”
So Kit grabbed the controls, and they looped through the air,
Dodging Zizzle-Wump lightning with nary a care.


They twirled past the Gloop-Glops, who bubbled and fizzed,
And zoomed over Snoozle-Vines, where dream-moths were quizzed.
The cargo, it jiggled—a crate full of Sprites,
Who giggled and glowed with their tiny star-lights.


“Now, Karnage,” called Baloo, “you can’t catch us today!
Our plane’s got the jangle to whisk us away!”
With a flick of the tail and a spin of the wing,
The Higher-for-Hire made the jungle skies sing.


Don Karnage grew grumpy; his airship got stuck,
In a tangle of vines that just wouldn’t give luck.
His pirates all grumbled, their swords in a heap,
And they floated away with a sad little beep.


To Zizzle-Wump Mountain, the Tailspinners flew,
Where the Sprites burst from crates in a shimmering dew.
They thanked brave Baloo and young Kit with a bow,
Saying, “You’ve saved our sparkles for Tailspin Town—wow!”


Back home by the river, the stars twinkled bright,
And the jungle sang softly to welcome the night.
Baloo ate his pancakes, Kit spun with a grin,
For in Tailspin Town, every day’s a new spin!


So if you fly high where the Whirly-Birds roam,
Look out for the Higher-for-Hire’s home.
With Baloo and Kit, you’ll find laughter and cheer,
In the twirly-whirl world where there’s nothing to fear!