Blue. The goats that did the abducting were blue. And all the abducted goats were red. Naaaango soon learned that there, on the outskirts of Sheboygan, WI, he was involved in some sinister scheme to turn all the goats in the world blue. Personally, Naaaango said, I'd rather be a vibrant paisley print, with accents of gingham and plaid, but blue? Who ever heard of a blue goat? None of the other goats at the Sheboygan Goat Works knew why, or how, they were transformed from red to blue. They kept tellin' me, Phfrankie, about some weird room they went into, with loud music by Country Joe and the Fish, and some wacky chow made outta fish guts, which was OK, but when they came out of the room they were blue. Not your humble Robbin's Egg Blue, but rather a vibrant, electric, shimmering...well, you know.WTF?? everyone was saying. Whadda we do now?WHY ARE WE BLUE?? There were to be no answers in Sheboygan.The newly blue goats were put to work in a factory sewing buttons on frilly shirts and being fed the DRY chow that all animals in the Wide World of Animals hate. I tol' Naaaango, I said, Dude! Somehow, we'll fix this undeniably kooky situation...