Vol. I: Issue 030                                                                                             July 17th, 2026

Morning comes early in Burgerburgh. Before the grills fire up, before the sidewalks fill, before the city finds its voice, Lisa is already out on the pavement. Her running shoes strike the old Route 06 path with the steady rhythm of someone who knows every crack, corner, and crossing by heart.

To most folks, it is just part of the Burgerburgh Marathon course. To Lisa, it is something more. Lisa is an aerobics instructor at the local Fit Frenzy Gym and a three-time Burgerburgh Marathon winner. She has spent years training along the same stretches of road that once carried families, truckers, tourists, dreamers, drifters, and anyone else trying to get from one side of the continent to the other. But Lisa did not learn to love Route 06 from a history book. She grew up on it.

Her childhood home in Burgerburgh was built on the former site of the Oh-Sixer, a once-famous diner that served hungry travelers along the old highway. By the time Lisa was born, the diner was gone, replaced by walls, windows, and a front yard. But the story never left.

Her father, Franco, made sure of that. When Franco and Fernanda moved to Toastwood, he passed along a collection of old Oh-Sixer keepsakes he had saved over the years. Lisa keeps them displayed proudly on what she calls her Oh-Sixer shelf. There is an old menu, softened at the folds. A signed photo of the actor Mumphrey enjoying a burger at the diner. A wooden spatula with the name Oh-Sixer branded into the handle.

And right in the center of it all sits Sizzlin’ Sammy, the old burger mascot plushie, still smiling like the grill never cooled down. Lisa told me she used to think of those things as family clutter. Cute stuff. Old stuff. The sort of things people save because throwing them away feels wrong. Then one day, she realized something. If her father had not saved them, who would have?

That question became the start of the Route 06 Revival Team. At first, Lisa’s dream was big. Maybe too big. Reconnect the old highway. Piece it back together. Make it possible for travelers to drive Route 06 from coast to coast the way families once did. But dreams have to share the road with reality. Many sections of Route 06 are gone. Some have been swallowed by newer routes. Some were demolished. Some disappeared under parking lots, tunnels, corridors, and buildings that never knew what they were standing on. In some places, the old route is still visible. In others, it is only a faded line on a map. So Lisa changed the goal. If Route 06 cannot be fully restored, then what remains should be protected. That is where the fight begins.

The Continental Roads Funding Board, better known as the CRFB, has been reviewing the future of several remaining Route 06 segments. Their concern is not romance. It is cost. Upkeep. Liability. Safety. Money in, money out. Representative Callouster, speaking for the board, put it plainly.

“A road exists to move people from Point A to Point B. When it stops doing that, it becomes a burden, not a byway.”

It is a hard sentence to argue with because, on paper, it makes sense. But Lisa is not arguing with paper. She is arguing with everything paper leaves out. “A road can move bodies,” Lisa said, resting one hand near the old Oh-Sixer menu. “Or it can move a town. It can move stories. Route 06 did not just get people to where they were going. It made them stop. It made them meet. It made them spend a little money in Oilseed Springs because a rusted chicken told them to. It made them pull off in Chokecherry because Big Stu promised a Brain Freezer button.”

She looked down for a moment, as if she could see the old map under the new one. “You can call it a burden because it’s quiet now. But it’s quiet because everything loud got built somewhere else.” And that right there is the heart of it. Route 06 is not silent because it has nothing left to say. It is silent because the world learned how to pass it by.

Oakie Deloke understands that better than most. He does not speak about the lost road with anger. He is tender about it. He knows time moves on for towns, for roads, and for all of us. Powder Point changed. Oilseed Springs changed. Chokecherry nearly disappeared. Still, Oakie hopes that one day, someone opens a museum celebrating the journey. The roadside attractions. The old shops. The strange statues. The places that made travelers point out the window and say, “Wait, pull over.”

Florentina Romano understands it too. She went back to the empty lot where Big Stu’s Igloo once stood and found the rusty Brain Freezer button she never won as a child. Then she pinned it to her shirt and said, “Better late than never.”

That is what Route 06 Revival Team is really asking. Not to bring back every snowcone stand. Not to rebuild every diner. Not to pretend the world has not changed. Just to admit that something important happened here, and that what remains should not be quietly hauled away because it no longer fits neatly into a budget sheet.

Lisa’s request is simple. Write to your CRFB representatives. Tell them your stories. Tell them your memories. Tell them about the stops you still remember, the photos you still have, the souvenirs in your attic, the places your family always meant to revisit but never did. Because if the board wants evidence that Route 06 still matters, maybe the evidence has been sitting in shoeboxes, scrapbooks, drawers, shelves, and hearts all along.

Evening falls back in Oilseed Springs. The sun lowers behind the rocky hills, and Cluck-a-Luck catches the last light of the day. For a moment, that rusted frame almost glows. Not like it used to, maybe. But enough.

No one can say what the future holds for Historic Route 06. The last buildings may crumble, the last signs may fall, the last mile marker may finally vanish into weeds. But the stories, once told, do not vanish so easily.

This is Duke Gotcha with a special report, signing off.

Hiya friends!

What a wonderful story, Duke, from start to finish. I have to admit, I even got a little teary-eyed. But now let’s check in with our friends over in Scrapple Hill, where they’ve been dealing with a pretty stubborn drought these last few weeks.

And unfortunately, it does look like that dry stretch is sticking around a while longer. Scrapple Hill is looking at a warm, sunny, very quiet week weather-wise, with lots of dry skies and only a few passing clouds here and there. It is the kind of forecast that feels lovely if you are making outdoor plans, but not nearly as lovely for thirsty gardens, fields, and anyone hoping for a good soaking rain.

So keep the sunscreen handy, enjoy the sunshine if you can, and let’s all hope Scrapple Hill gets a proper rain before too much longer.

The Mumph here, and I have to go off on a bit of a tangent before we settle into our usual baseball talk.

Last night, in front of a sold out crowd at Toastwood’s Grand Pumpernickel Hall, we watched wrestling gold. The Notorious O’Noes won the W8W Trios Championship in what can only be described as a slobberknocker of a match, taking down the reigning champs, SallyJo, BettyJo, and QuazyJo of the DoJo of Domination.

Folks, I was on the edge of the couch for the full 36 minutes. Big congrats to Kasey O, No-Way Kanei, and Biggie Bright on their first title win as a team. That is timing, toughness, and three people moving like one unit. Can you tell this whole squared circle thing is growing on me?

Whew. Alright. Baseball.

Portallini and Tacodale gave us a tight one, and for a while it looked like the Hardshells might grind this thing out. Tacodale got on the board in the first, then both teams went quiet for four straight innings. Pitchers were working, defenses were clean, and nobody was giving away free runs.

Then the sixth inning hit, and Portallini finally broke through. The Gondoliers put up three in the top of the sixth, and that was the swing that changed the whole afternoon. Tacodale answered with one in the bottom half to make it close, but from there, Portallini held the line and finished the job.

MVP goes to Mascaro behind the plate. Catchers do not always get the spotlight, but Mascaro earned it here, guiding Fusaro through the tough innings, keeping the game steady when Tacodale grabbed the early lead, and helping Portallini manage the late pressure after that sixth-inning surge.

Final score, Portallini Gondoliers 3, Tacodale Hardshells 2. Winner, Portallini. MVP, Mascaro.

My two cents, this was not flashy baseball, but it was winning baseball. Stay close, wait for your inning, then protect the lead like it owes you rent.

Hello out there…

Monday night in Sakura Bay, authorities were called to Ishigumi Terrace after a radio tower at the top of the rise was found damaged. Witnesses reported seeing someone matching Ninjoy’s description near the top of the structure, and from there, local authorities seemed more than ready to let the rest of the story write itself.

I was not.

For one thing, I have grown tired of how quickly certain departments rush to turn a sighting into a conclusion. The damaged tower left broadcasts scrambled through the rest of Tuesday until repairs were finally completed, which is certainly serious. But serious damage is not the same thing as clear blame, no matter how eager officials may be to blur the difference.

While looking over the scene, one piece of debris caught my attention. Among the mess below the tower sat a damaged red metal box stenciled in yellow with the words Piper 2.7. I took a picture immediately.

The following day, I spoke with members of the repair crew and asked about the box. None of them knew what I was referring to. When I showed them the photo, they told me they had never seen it during cleanup that morning. They did not know what it was, where it came from, or where it had gone.

That, to me, is not a small detail.

I am not interested in sprinting toward conclusions just because the official version has already picked a convenient suspect. But I am having a very hard time believing Ninjoy climbed that tower simply to tear it apart. And if that red box was part of something else, something technical, something removed before daylight, then the story being told to the public may be missing a rather important piece.

So no, I am not ready to accept the easy version of events.

Something here does not fit. And until it does, I will keep digging.

And that’s The Scoop.

Hey Everyone!

Welcome back to Wendy’s Wheels! Here we showcase the amazing karts created by Wendy at the Greasy Gear Garage in Maple Mountain.

This week’s exhibit is a custom kart created for Chase called… The Longhorn. The kart is a beefy longbill design with hood-mounted horns built to charge toward the competition. The Longhorn rides on puncture-proof tires that were vigorously tested by Chase’s congregation of gators back home. After a hard-fought race, Smokie, his pet python, likes to coil up near the engine block and enjoy the leftover heat.

Hey Everyone!

We are celebrating 20 amazing years of Papa Louie and his iconic customers who have shaped this beloved universe.

This week, we’re shining the spotlight on Kayla, who made her debut in the classic 2010 game Papa’s Burgeria! To celebrate one of our favorite actors, we have created two new looks for her: the dazzling Golden Outfit and the nostalgic Spirit of ’06 Outfit!

Vol. I: Issue 029                                                                                             July 10th, 2026

Breaking news out of Oilseed Springs, where the next chapter for our beloved BotWursts appears to be taking shape far from the mainland.

The BotWursts are now preparing for a move to the Bavariafield Archipelago, after receiving a city-backed grant from Oilseed Springs to help establish a new settlement on the big island of Riesenknödel.

The plan follows weeks of growing concern over the BotWursts’ future, and credit where credit is due, NowTime’s own correspondents helped bring that situation into focus. Shannon raised the alarm, while Zepha Ray, drawing on her college work, pointed out that the islands of Bavariafield might offer the kind of space and isolation the BotWursts need. What began as a casual observation may have helped plant the seed for a real solution, and for a group still searching for a place of their own, that seed appears to be taking root.

Under the terms of the grant, Oilseed Springs will provide support for the new settlement’s startup costs. In return, the city will receive a 10 percent share of revenue from mineral sales tied to resources extracted by the BotWurst community. It is an unusual arrangement, but one city officials say could give the bots a real foundation while also offering Oilseed Springs a long-term return on its investment.

Now here is where the story gets complicated.

The Bavariafield Archipelago existed long before the formation of The Continental Concordia, and its legal status has always been a little hazy. On old maps, the islands appear to be loosely divided between two Concordian states and the Frozen Zone to the north. But those borders were based more on classical mapmaker assumptions than any modern settlement agreement.

For years, that ambiguity did not matter much. With no permanent population across the islands, there were no residents to govern, no local disputes to settle, and no practical reason for anyone to press the issue. But a new BotWurst settlement on Riesenknödel could change that in a hurry.

The big question now is simple. Who has jurisdiction once people, or in this case bots, begin living and working there? That answer could have real consequences for land rights, mineral claims, state authority, and relations with the Frozen Zone.

For the BotWursts, this is a hopeful move toward independence and community. For Oilseed Springs, it is a bold investment. And for the wider Concordia, it may be the start of a very serious conversation about borders that have been left alone for far too long.

So yes, this story begins with a grant and a fresh start, but it may lead to something much larger. A new settlement, an old map, and a future full of questions. I’ll be keeping an eye on this one, and I’ll let you know where things land, because Duke’s Gotcha covered!

Hiya friends.

While I am so excited for the BotWursts, I’ll be honest, I’ve been feeling a little down myself. As The Mumph probably already knows, Calypso Island is getting ready to join the CFL with its very first football team, the Calypso Island Cowfish. And in all that excitement, Finley got an offer he just could not pass up: head coach of a real CFL team. Which is amazing. Truly amazing. I am so proud of him. But it also means he has to move in about two weeks, and with no QuickSkip tunnels out there on the island, well…I dont know… I just really love spending time with him. Still, we’ll make it work. Piece of cake. Probably.

But speaking of cake, cupcakes to be exact, let’s head over to Frostfield, home of Papa’s Cupcakeria, and take a peek at the week ahead.

It is looking awfully pleasant overall, with lots of warm sunshine, comfortable afternoons, and just a couple little interruptions from clouds and scattered showers here and there. The start of the stretch looks especially lovely, then things turn a touch grayer around the middle before brightening back up again with some really nice summer weather.

So keep the sunglasses handy, don’t worry too much about those passing shower chances, and enjoy a week that looks sweet and easygoing over in Frostfield.

The Mumph here, and the possibility of a new football team, the Cowfish, has the sports world buzzing right now. The CFL has been lopsided in the Sweet League for the last five years, ever since the long struggling Frostfield Yetties shut their doors. So Zepha, I am sorry for the complications around it, honestly, but I have to say it. That is a big opportunity for Finley.

Alright, enough football for one day. Let’s get over to CMLB, where the San Fresco Urchins and Calypso Island Coconuts opened things up.

San Fresco wasted no time, putting up two in the first and two more in the second. Calypso Island scratched one across in the bottom of the first, but after that, the Urchins kept the Coconuts quiet. Limonte settled in on the mound, the defense did its job, and San Fresco added one more in the seventh just to pad the cushion.

MVP goes to Melendrez out in center field, and that tells you this was not just about the bat. Center field is where you save extra bases, cut off rallies, and make pitchers breathe a little easier. Melendrez gave San Fresco exactly that, steady play, smart routes, and the kind of presence that keeps a good lead from getting messy.

Final score, San Fresco Urchins 5, Calypso Island Coconuts 1. Winner, San Fresco. MVP, Melendrez.

My two cents, when you score early, defend clean, and never let the other club find rhythm after the first inning, that is a professional opening win.

Hello out there…

Big news out of Tastyville this week, where what may be the city’s first credible Sugarsquatch sighting has people asking some very interesting questions.

I was on the scene with Didar, a member of the Mystery Mountain Club and a committed Sugarsquatch enthusiast, who was already doing some investigating of his own by the time I arrived. We compared notes and started piecing together the timeline.

According to Yuko, owner of Lovely Leftovers, the encounter happened at approximately 12:42 a.m. on Tuesday. She had stayed late at her vintage shop cleaning up after a burst pipe in the bathroom and was taking trash out to the shared dumpster behind the shopping plaza. At first, she assumed the movement near the dumpster was just another raccoon or some other common nighttime scavenger. But then, as she got closer, the creature lifted its head and looked directly at her.

And then it stood up.

Yuko described it as huge, hairy, much taller than an average person, but not a bear either. Startled, she screamed and ran back inside the shop to call the police.

After hearing her describe what happened, Didar and I headed into the wooded area nearby to keep looking. That is where things became far more interesting. Didar uncovered what appeared to be a print on a piece of slate rock, not some vague impression in soft mud that can be laughed away or trampled over by skeptics. This was a distinct mark left in sludge, likely tracked from the bottom of the dumpster, and pressed clearly enough onto stone to hold its shape.

Didar carefully chiseled away the section of slate so it could be studied further, though not before I took a detailed photograph of the print myself.

Now, I am always cautious about declaring something definitive too early. But if this turns out to be what it appears to be, we may be looking at some of the most credible physical evidence of the Sugarsquatch ever collected.

That is not a small claim. And it is certainly not a small story.

I will be keeping a close eye on what Didar finds next.

And that’s The Scoop.

Hey Everyone!

Welcome back to Wendy’s Wheels! Here we showcase the amazing karts created by Wendy at the Greasy Gear Garage in Maple Mountain.

This week’s exhibit is a custom kart created for Prudence called… The Pickler P92. The kart is an award-winning longbill design that is cared for meticulously. The Pickler P92 is a loving homage to Prudence’s pride and joy, Pickle, her pint-sized pup. With polished panels, pampered performance, and a pedigree built for racing, this kart is always ready to take Best in Show.

Hey Everyone!

We are celebrating 20 amazing years of Papa Louie and his iconic customers who have shaped this beloved universe.

This week, we’re shining the spotlight on Cletus, who made his debut in the classic 2010 game Papa’s Burgeria! To celebrate our favorite farmer, we have created two new looks for him: the dazzling Golden Outfit and the nostalgic Spirit of ’06 Outfit!