Where the sky is pink and the grass is always greener.
Or so we're told.
Actually, it's just really, really dry and covered in a fine layer of existential dread.
Segment 4: The Unhinged Utopia of Unrelenting Optimism: The Unending Cycle of Despair Segment 5: The Unhinged Utopia of Unrelenting Optimism: The Infinite Labyrinth of Lost Socks