Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it
Not an exhaustive list.
A sojourn to the primordial domicile of the ancients ™.
The season begins
And also angry farm animals. (not yet rendered into Bacon)
A breakfast crusade. But without the slaughter of any autochthons.
Over-dramatization and McGyver-ism, subtitled in parseltongue.
Daytripin’. Sans cultists. Or really anything untoward.