In the beginning, there were twenty seven socks that defended the world. Each could hold their own, but not when the igloos from the north splattered mango juice upon their nostrils. Only fifteen survived the fruit onslaught, and thus the deranged flying acrobatic geckos came to the rescue. At first, they were confused, but then pikachu and his mighty club from Garthal helped solve the problem by eating an airplane. They figured it was over, but a giant squid came from down under and consumed Jesus. Never before had they seen such brutality. Except when they anchored the sun to the south side of the equator and watched as plenty of walruses created a sausage fest with the nation of seals and polar bears who frequently had their evening tea with gorillas, but this thousand year ritual was stopped by the giraffes who had just fled from the sea turtles raining down on earth. At this moment, they were running. The socks had just gained momentum, but unfortuneately for them, they were being watched. The eyes of many sharks had been left to stop them by the king of all floors. Too bad he was no match for the window cleaning menace, Oogthor the Alligator. Who chased him off with his lemon scented spray. Meanwhile, as the martians attacked Ecuador, the socks allowed them to, because the people there are darker than a new moon in a power outage. But, to their astonishment, the blue monkeys who had just finished dinnner with their underage dog friends, created the first known