In the middle of Squeebrew regulation, there is one little-known rule that also applies in the numerous towns of Squeesham. That only flip-flops or slippers may be worn, whilst within the country.

Generally, slippers are worn in the Winter, and flip-flops in the summer. It is said this gives true wisdom of feet. What exactly this wisdom pertains to, it is unknown.

It is said it increases the need for cheesecake, and as cheesecake increases wisdom, slippers and flipflops shall cause you to become wise. Though I have to say too much cheesecake just made me feel sick.

But that's for Squeebrews to decide. I am not hear to complain, I am here to tell the true story of flip-flops, with their true squish origins.

While supposedly they had originated from Japanese sandals, and only that, the Squeebrew people maintain that this was clearly a misunderstanding, and King Squiggle (formerly Squeewee 1).

The story goes back many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many years. The Squeebrews don't know how long, as calendars were never used in their culture.

You may remember how the princes of Isqueel are always called Squeewee, and are allowed to change their names once they become king. Well, flip-flops were created long ago by a Squeewee.

The recent clone of Squeewee, Squeewee 16, who has taken to wearing a yellow turban, is proudly announcing Squish awareness, by telling the story of flip-flops before the arrival to Japan and Brazil.

The King of Isqueel, now King Squiggle, has maintained that if this is accepted, %30 of all earnings from flip-flops as they are rightfully his country's design.

So, going back those many many many (etc etc) years, it began when crochet was beginning to come into fashion as an art. As wool could not be obtained, anything was used for this art. It had to be adapted, of course, and had become an entirely Squeebrew technique in it's technique.

And then, three strands of spaghetti arrived, cooked, from the lands of Russia. There was a stir throughout the island. Then, three arose with ideas as to it's application.

The first was Chef Widdlediddledoodedoodadoodledididdledoo. Long names had become a common fashion for experts in a particular art. He suggested cooking it in beetroot sauce, and serving in slices.

The second was the chief of sail design Dr. Waddledoodlediddledoodledahdedoodediddlededoo. He said they should be sliced and converted to rigging. Despite the fact he didn't know what rigging was, he said it should be created.

The third, was Prince Squeewee. He said that he had a genius design to ease the feet of Isqueel. One that would become the shoe of Isqueel. After the rampant dirtied feet of Isqueel, it was decided this would be at least a good idea.

The Chef, who's name I shall not mention again, took one strand and cooked it as decided. The people of Isqueel voted unanimously this was the most vile meal in their past.

The boatmaker merely sat, trying to imagine what rigging was. He then fiddled with it for the rest of his life, cheesecake in hand.

Squeewee sat, with his crochet hook.

And thought.

And then, began to weave.

3 days later, he emerged, with one shoe. The King praised him for his creation, and began to display him.

It was a flip-flop. Perfectly created, out of one spaghetti strand. It was perfect.

Soon, massive spaghetti shipments began, all then weaved into flip-flops. The world cheered.

One day, a box of them, being transported across the island, was dropped. The box floated away.

After contemplation, the Squeebrews decided best things come in pairs, so threw another box out. One floated to Brazil, one to Japan.

And so, the flip-flop was born.