Ollie and Pookaberry in the Mushroom Forest

Ollie D. Octopus- the D is short for Delicious- & his inseparable imaginary friend Pookaberry the Alien Baby continue their frantic antics in Ollie & Pookaberry in the Mushroom Forest, the second in this series of collectible books by World Renowned NYC-based POP Artist Marco. Ollie whose attention span is shorter than a fortune cookie maxim is highly intelligent even for an Octopus. Ollie's imagination is so active his third eye is has been permanently open ever since he can remember which was somewhere around the beginning of this sentence. With Pookaberry by his side Ollie erases the confining lines that futilely attempt to separate "Reality" from "Fantasy" this greatly pleases Sol Invictus whose rays rain down and super-saturate the sky sea above and the giggling gaggle of laughing plants in Pookaberry's Garden Cavern below. Rainbows and Butterflies, Mushrooms, and wiggle worms whirl around nilly willy in the soil, along the shore, and over the horizon.
Ollie & Pookaberry may, on any given day, grab a comet by the tail to sail at superluminal speed behind their newfound fiery steed through parallel dimensions with the best intentions accompanied by a heady bevy of dizzyingly brilliant quizzical creatures of their own invention.
On a bench in the park snoozing under the funny papers chortling in his sleep, Ollie awakes to a 9.9 magnitude quake that shakes a thought loose from one of the crannies of his raspberry ripple mind. It's time to wake up in a giddy world of dreams, soar through the sea and swim in the galaxy patiently placing stars in pre-selected locations on the rapidly expanding fabric of 4th dimensional space time. After some heated interstellar negotiation, Ollie & Pookaberry agree with the terms and conditions of their very own constellation, sign and celebrate their cosmological sparkling incarnation in a raucous roadside cosmic lodging not unlike a otherworldly Days Inn.
"Do Not Disturb" reads the sign that dangles from the knob, if "Housekeeping" was a tadpole it would be an very old frog by the time it made it in and onto Ollie and Pookaberry's lily pad. "Slovenliness lies next to Godliness" wrote the bard on a wall in red crayon scrawl; walking on the deep shag down the noisy hall we come to a door, on which a plaque reads: "Evermore" No need to knock just come in to be Ollie & and his imaginary friend Pookaberry