DEMO: SideStory AdScene: Three Moons Rising🍕Pizza Special

They hailed across the void: “Hey guys, you do Uber drop-offs? Sweet. Just past Mars, head south. Don’t get too close to the Sun — not into crispy.” The comm crackled. “Copy that. But watch the low-orbit satellites — they’ve been freeloading on deliveries again.” Zip yelped as a rogue satellite swooped down, its antennae twitching like chopsticks. Flip hurled a neon donut at it, knocking it into a slow spin.

They passed Mum’s lunar outer-planetary garden. Neon strawberries glowed temptingly. “Hands off,” Māui warned. “One bite and you’ll turn presidential orange.” Zip already had one in paw. His fur shimmered tangerine. “Whaaaat? I’m still handsome, right?”

The crew finally spotted the tiny flag swaying in the black void. Not a beacon, not a hologram — just a humble flag. “Ka pai,” Māui said, serious for once. “This place doesn’t need flashing signs. The pizza speaks for itself.”

CTA (Call to Action)

A voice greeted them from the dark: “Three Moons Rising Pizza. Tonight’s special: double crater cheese, volcanic pepperoni, and orbital olives. Say yes, and it’s yours.” The raccoons shouted in unison: “YES!” Boxes materialized, steaming and golden. The crew dug in, grease shimmering like nebula light. Flip sighed happily. “Best quest ever.” Zip, still orange, gave a cheesy grin. “Worth going to Hell for.” Māui winked at the reader, crust in hand: “Pizza in your pocket, bros. On call, like us.”