Once upon a time, in the mystically magical state of Minnesota, where the people speak in a sing-songy tone and the snowflakes dance in harmonious twirls, there lived a curious group of whip-smart kids. They were called the Drone Dynamos, and they were as cool as ice hockey on a sub-zero morning. Imagine that! Kids, just like you, maneuvering drones through the frosty air with the skill of a seasoned pilot. It was as if they had pixie dust in their fingers, controlling their buzzing buddies with a flick of the wrist and a press of a button. The leader of the Drone Dynamos was a crackling character named Goggles McFly. Goggles was as quirky as a walleye in water skis and as brilliant as the Northern Lights on a sparkling winter's night. He had a mop of wild hair that looked like it had been styled by an overzealous squirrel, and he wore a pair of goggles that were so big, they could double as dinner plates. Don't even get me started on his laugh. It was like listening to a hyena hiccupping with happiness. Goggles would rally the Dynamos with a whoop that would startle the snow off the sturdy Minnesota pines. He'd say, "All right, Dynamos! Let’s show them how we drone!" And with that, the kids would send their drones whizzing through the air, as agile as eagles, making the skies of Minnesota their very own playground.