Armed with a crayon bazooka slung over his shoulder and an unreasonable supply of giant crayons, Crayzooka roams JOYWORLD searching for places even JOY forgot to color in. He colors first and asks questions never.

Cars become canvases.
Roads get rainbowed.
Mountains turn into messy Matisses.

Banned from several perfectly respectable museums, Crayzooka proudly considers himself a patron of the arts.

Some call it a mess.
Crayzooka calls it progress.