Author's Note

(Set prior to the A New Generation movie.)

January 2025: "Low Resolution"

Generation Alfalfa

“Come onnnn! Ughhh!”

It was bitterly funny, in a way. If the lie her mom pressed her and Zipp into play-acting were true, Pipp might have been able to fly high enough to evade this stupid half-day castle ClipTrot ban.

“Dropped signal again?! NO! The Pippsqueaks need me!”

As it was, the junior princess was left to rely on a rather questionable VPN she’d found, one whose connectivity issues were… glaring.

“Alright, one more time, let’s go, yes yes please please no! No-no-no-”



It wasn’t that Pipp was an addict. Certainly not. She’d made her therapist tell her otherwise several times. Why didn’t her mom get it? ClipTrot was an outreach program. A way to educate her subjects, to boost their morale, to—

“Am I online? Yes! Hello Pippsqueaks! It’s been a scary few hours, but— nooooo!”

She wondered where this fell regarding Zephyr Heights’ laws against torture.