The Pink Dome Haul

I clamped my pink suction hands onto the slick curve of that pastel pink egg shell and heaved it straight up the weathered cedar fence picket! Pop, lift, pop, lift! Each rough wood grain ridge gave me just enough footing as I hauled our new sound shell upward. Reaching the post cap beside my star-armored pinecone co-star, I flipped the pink dome upside down and locked it dead center over the cedar knot hole. Tap, tap! The hollow cavity caught the acoustic ring with an instant bass punch—pure studio sound ready for an Easter CG5 drop! What's the call: type 1 to lay down the four-part beat, or type 2 to scout for Thanksgiving bbno$ across the yard?