You finally can afford to buy a home for your family. After painstakingly making your way through the process of obtaining a mortgage, it is finally moving day.  Keys in hand, you simply cannot believe you are about to step foot in your new home in Rancho Viejo, California. You step inside and as you walk through the new house, you see adults dressed as animals and princesses greeting you around every corner. You are caught off guard by this. You thought no one was living in this home, but apparently you are wrong. You call the police in fear. They come to the scene to confront the trespassers. They enter the home and then return outside. They report to you that indeed there is nobody living inside. Comforted, you start carrying in boxes and furniture. You make your way to the basement and smell something rank. You can't figure out what it is until you examine the crawl space of the basement. There lies the bodies of the costumed adults you thought you saw earlier. Your gut was right, there was nobody LIVING in the house. 

You get the coroner and police and EMS over to take care of the situation. As you are waiting them to exhume the bodies, you greet your neighbors. All of the neighbors act as though in a hypnotic state. They all wear tattered clothing and that's when it hits you, your neighbors look exactly like the dead adults you saw in the crawl space. You sprint to your car and start it and speed out of the driveway. You get close to exit of the community and WHAM! Your car hits a wall, but it's invisible. Strange. You drive to the other end of the community: WHAM! It happens again. You drive in a circle to every end and corner of the community and WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! You appear to be locked in, with no way to escape. 

You just need peace of mind, so you turn on the radio. "When You Wish Upon a Star" comes on. You turn the station. "When You Wish Upon a Star in the style of Nirvana" plays. Turn the knob. "When You Wish Upon a Star in the style of Andrea Bocelli" plays. You cannot escape. You are trapped in this community, in your mind, in your thoughts, with crazy, hypnotic, costumed adults offering creepy hugs for "photo ops." 

This is your life now. Nowhere to go, everyone looks and acts the same. It truly is a Small World after all.