WackyMilky wasn’t your average milk carton. Don’t get him wrong, he sported the classic white top and bright blue bottom that most milk boxes did, but unlike his brethren stacked neatly in the supermarket, WackyMilky resided in a ramshackle treehouse on the outskirts of a small village in Bandung.

His days were a delightful (or terrifying, depending on your perspective) whirlwind of nonsensical activities. He’d wake up with a loud, operatic yawn, proclaiming to the bemused chickens below, “Good morning, clucking comrades! Today, the world shall be showered with laughter!” He’d then proceed to brush his nonexistent teeth with a giant straw, all the while spraying milk from a hidden compartment in his side onto unsuspecting flowers.

The villagers, mostly kind-hearted souls used to WackyMilky’s antics, would simply chuckle and shake their heads. Ibu Sunarti, the village baker, would often find him perched precariously on her windowsill, reciting nonsensical limericks about overripe bananas in exchange for a warm croissant. Pak Asep, the local fisherman, swore WackyMilky could coax the biggest catfish out of the river with his booming, milk-fueled jokes.

One sunny afternoon, WackyMilky announced to the village square, via a megaphone strapped to his side, that he was holding the “Great Underwear on the Head Race.” Confused but ever-game, the villagers participated. WackyMilky, perched on top of his treehouse (wearing a particularly flamboyant pair of polka-dotted boxers on his head, naturally), awarded the winner, a rather bewildered goat named Baaahbara, with a lifetime supply of hay (which he somehow conjured from thin air).

WackyMilky’s life wasn’t all fun and games. There were occasional mishaps, like the time he tried to fly using a contraption involving leftover fireworks and a bedsheet, only to land with a spectacular (but thankfully unharmed) thud in Pak Budi’s vegetable patch. But even then, WackyMilky’s booming laughter and promise of a “milktastic apology party” (which involved gallons of spilled milk and a suspiciously green cake) somehow managed to win over the grumpy Pak Budi.

WackyMilky may have been a walking, talking, milk-spraying oddball, but in his own strange way, he brought a touch of sunshine and laughter to the small village in Bandung. And who knows, maybe that’s exactly what the world needs: a wacky milk carton with an endless supply of jokes and a heart full of silliness.