Problematic Couch Potato Reunites With Mr. Lucky

I might be a total couch potato but, just this once, I can make an exception.

Max had always jigged through life without a care since, unlike me, his boundless luck afforded him the luxury. If only I could be just a bit more like him and do more than brew up a storm wherever I go... Legend on the street said that patting his head would let some of his good luck rub off on you. Despite having done it on a daily basis as a kid, I have yet to receive his gift's blessing. Sometimes I wonder if it's just something Max made up to get me to pat his head, 'cause it always put such a big grin on his face.

I force myself to trudge up the lush green hill of clovers and in what feels like forever, I finally begin to see a familiar figure standing beneath a fading rainbow.

Max. You're finally back.