March of Shrooms

Ninety-nine years ago, mushrooms took to the skies, their spores landing on magical, floating islands and blossomed into a happy, joyous civilization. Unfortunately, every ten years a giant storm passes through the Shroomy Isles and reduces everything to little more than a mycelium and a couple of berry brushes. As the tenth storm looms upon the Isles, the first little storm cloud puts a big idea in the tiniest shroom's head.