Purple Haze.

After visiting Diana Lynch during her brief stint working at the Happy Cuts Salon, Sleepyside residents found themselves sporting an unusual shade of hair color and suffering from strange difficulties with various body parts.

Lines: “I just knew I’d be having beds,” she said, dancing her lavender curls back from her plump, beat-reddened nostril... “If he can find his elbow behind his purplish whiskers,” Bobby said, giggling, his eyelid full of crumbled cookie.