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It was animated, in a Flintstones carton style, but side scrolling like a video game.
I was a little boy riding my bike past a cemetery where a Giant beetle, dressed as a construction worker, invited me in. He told me all about how his workers were busy and what they ere doing. He took me from grave to rave and told me the contents of everyones stomach ( which really worked into their personalities, their traits, their lies and truths). We had a nice chat, I got on my bike again and rode off…and woke up.
I was a little boy riding my bike past a cemetery where a Giant beetle, dressed as a construction worker, invited me in. He told me all about how his workers were busy and what they ere doing. He took me from grave to rave and told me the contents of everyones stomach ( which really worked into their personalities, their traits, their lies and truths). We had a nice chat, I got on my bike again and rode off…and woke up.