Frank, age eight, built elaborate sand castles and lounged in the ocean on his lizard float. He felt so relaxed on the waves.
Until, that is, he heard an odd rasping from his float. He looked for a leak, until noticing the plastic expanding and contracting. The float was breathing! Frank's eyes widened, and he hightailed it to shore, panicking.
Jack doubted the story. But then the float winked at Frank. Doomsday had arrived.