Once upon a time, in a town called Frank, Lived a mischievous boy named Hank. He loved to play pranks, causing a stir, Always leaving people in a state of blur.

One day, he found an old, rusty bong, Hidden in a closet, where it didn’t belong. Curiosity got the best of young Hank, He decided to give it a try, just for a prank.

He filled it with water, ready to sink, And took a deep breath, ready to think. He blew into the bong with all his might, But instead of smoke, it emitted a bright light.

Suddenly, the room began to shrink, And Hank found himself on the brink, Of a magical adventure, far from his junk, In a land where everything was funky and punk.

He met a talking monkey, who wore a hat, And a friendly dolphin, who loved to chat. Together, they embarked on a quest, To find the missing treasure chest.

Through jungles and swamps, they did roam, Encountering creatures that made them foam. They faced giant snakes and quicksand, But Hank’s pranks helped them withstand.

Finally, they reached a hidden lagoon, Where the treasure chest lay, under the moon. With a clever trick, Hank opened the lock, And inside, they found a golden rock.

As they returned home, Hank felt a pang, Of sadness, leaving behind this magical gang. But he knew his place was with his own kind, So he bid farewell, with a heavy mind.

Back in Frank, Hank shared his tale, Of the bong, the monkey, and the dolphin’s wail. Though some thought it was just a load of junk, Others believed, and their hearts sunk.

From that day on, Hank’s pranks had a twist, Inspiring laughter, never to be missed. And whenever he saw a bong or a sink, He remembered the adventure, and gave a wink.