BIGGITY BAGGITY BOO!
An Animated Music Experience
Writer & Director: Metafizik (AKA: Baggadocious)|Music Performance: MonLee Mane|Animation: Forja Studios
Enter The Bagaverse
Normieville, USA
Harold and Baby Blickey
Howdy! Name's Harold...proud farmer from the quiet town of Normieville, USA. I've got a lovely wife, Virginia, and two wonderful kids, Michael and Sylvia. We lived a simple life, tending our land with love and hard work. But one day, a brutal storm tore through our fields, leaving everything we built in ruins.
The Fam-Bam
I'm Virginia, and I've lived my whole life here in Normieville. Raised two wonderful kids, helped Harold run this farm through sunshine and storm. But I've never seen anything like Baby Blickey. He just showed up, all smiles and sparkles, talking about portals and pixel lands.
EVOLUTION
THE VISION
Welcome to Bags Bro! - a community-driven brand where music, memes, and animation collide into an ever-expanding Bagaverse.
Around here, B.A.G.S. stands for more than just loot - it means Build A Great Story. And that's exactly what we're doing, one bag at a time.
At Bags Bro!, we apply cutting-edge bagonomics, deep bagsbrophysics, and a sprinkle of bag magic (shhh...) to create a space where art, music, and creativity aren't just appreciated, they're tokenized. That means real rewards, no middlemen, and every supporter shares in the success.
But beware: not everyone wants to see you win. Bag blockers are real. Stay alert, stay grounded, and most importantly - mind ya bagness!
FESTIVAL JOURNEY
Official Selection
Officially submitted to elite pixel cults and post-ironic film temples around the globe. Still waiting to hear back from Cannes, but Baby Blickey swears his cousin runs the programming team.
Award Tracks
Competing for official awards, unofficial nods, and at least one programmer saying 'I didn't get it… but I liked it.'
Screening Events
Will screen anywhere with a projector, a loose definition of taste, and at least one vegan charcuterie board. DM us for submissions or summon Baby Blickey directly by whispering '$SECURETHEBAG' into a QR code.
Beyond Normieville
Harold threw on his finest travelling overalls...the ones with the lucky patch, then hopped into his rusted farm truck with Baby Blickey riding shotgun like a duffel-shaped co-pilot of destiny.
They weren't entirely sure where the Bagaverse began, but Blickey insisted it was "just past the edge of normie thought." As they rolled toward the outskirts of Normieville, Baby Blickey suddenly jolted upright and shouted,
"There… beneath the branches. Do you feel it? The static in the leaves."
The Portal
Harold threw on his finest travelling overalls...the ones with the lucky patch, then hopped into his rusted farm truck with Baby Blickey riding shotgun like a duffel-shaped co-pilot of destiny.
They weren't entirely sure where the Bagaverse began, but Blickey insisted it was "just past the edge of normie thought." As they rolled toward the outskirts of Normieville, Baby Blickey suddenly jolted upright and shouted,
"There… beneath the branches. Do you feel it? The static in the leaves."
Harold squinted. Tucked behind a cluster of trees and boomered-off GPS signals was a sketchy ravine with what looked like a tunnel entrance someone rage-quit halfway through landscaping. Overgrown with vines, moss, and suspicious glimmers, it looked less like a shortcut and more like a metaphor. Still, Harold pressed on.
The moment they entered the tunnel, things got weird. Real weird. The rearview mirror melted into pixels. The AM radio began playing 8-bit country remixes. Harold looked down and realized his hands were turning square. Not metaphorically - literally.
He turned to Baby Blickey, who by now was fully transformed into a hyper-saturated pixel bag with sparkles orbiting his handles.
"Uh… Blickey?" Harold croaked.
Baby Blickey turned calmly, sunglasses glinting with glitch-light.
"Don't trip, fam. The Bagaverse is within you."
When they emerged from the other side, everything had changed. The sky shimmered like it had been rendered in MS Paint. The town looked almost like Normieville, but crisper. Loopier. Smellier, somehow.
Instead of people, there were bouncing baby bags everywhere - giggling, dancing, arguing about floor price. One of them tried to sell Harold a meme NFT for three bottle caps and a rusty hardware wallet last synced in 2021.
Blickey turned to Harold, visibly gassed.
"We made it, bro. The farm's comin' back. The bags? All but secured."