The sky was overcast but the mood in the Goldberg household was bright and warm. All the traditions and rituals were being dutifully followed except for one which was being radically reimagined by the black sheep of the family.

Deep in the bayou lived an old man and his grandson. The pair typically kept to themselves and tonight was no exception. Just after dusk, as the first fireflies began to light up the purple sky, Grandpa Mac heard a rapping at the door.