“It all began with her curly angel hair, like the pasta!” a deep voice states.
A short woman with all-white eyes and blue skin spins across the orangish-red sand. Her yell, noodle-like hair waves as her stubby legs carry her cylindric body away. A purple-eyed stranger appears behind the unexpecting woman and watches her dance. Dust flies into the air and the lady disappears. “I searched high and low for my bride,” the voice continues.
The man walks into the orange dust and appears upon a large dirt hill. His green, handless arm raises to protect his eyes as he gazes across the never-ending desert. “For years I searched, until…” the voice adds.
A glisten of blue catches the man’s attention and he waddles toward it. He freezes when he sees his noodle haired lover bending down beside a small water hole. She turns toward him, and her tomato lips form into a sweet smile. She stands up and they approach each other, their eyes free of any emotion. Their lips pucker ending the Claymation. “Even Mr. Spaghetti can find love,” the voice adds, as a young girl returns to her seat and her classmates applaud.