Once upon a time, in the shiny land of America, there was a man named Donny T. He had wild orange hair and a voice that boomed like a loudspeaker. Donny T became the country’s leader, and he had a big message for everyone: “Forget money! Live simple! Be happy!” People scratched their heads. They liked money. It bought hamburgers and big TVs. But Donny T said, “No, no, trust me. Happiness is better.”

Donny T stood on a stage one day, wearing a red hat, and shouted, “Jobs? Who needs them? Companies, fire everyone! Let’s all sit in the sun and smile!” And so, the big bosses of America listened. They rubbed their hands and said, “Great idea, Donny! No workers, more profit for us!” Soon, factories closed, offices emptied, and people stood on the streets with no jobs. They waved at each other and tried to smile, but their stomachs growled.

“Don’t worry,” Donny T said on TV, grinning like a cat with a secret. “Money is fake. I learned this from my good friend Moody in India. He’s a smart guy. He says everything is Maya—uh, that means an illusion. Like magic tricks! So, shareholders, your cash? Poof! It’s gone to heaven. Be happy about it!” The shareholders, rich men in fancy suits, stared at their phones. Their bank accounts were shrinking. “Heaven?” one muttered. “I wanted a yacht, not wings!”

Donny T’s best buddy, Elon M, clapped from the side. Elon M was a tall man who loved rockets and babies. “Donny’s right!” he cheered. “Live simple! Have kids! I’ve got so many, that I lost count. Maybe twelve? Maybe twenty? Who cares? It’s fun!” People whispered, “Does he know their names?” But Elon M just laughed and zoomed off in his shiny car.

Across the ocean, in India, Moody smiled. He and Donny T were pals. They’d sit on golden chairs, sip tea, and talk about life. Moody taught Donny T the old Indian ways. “Money is Maya,” Moody said, stroking his beard. “It’s a trickster. A big cheat! Focus on the soul.” Donny T nodded, though he wasn’t sure what a soul looked like. “Sounds cool,” he said. “I’ll tell America.”

Back in America, people tried to follow the new rules. No jobs? No problem! They’d live simply A man named Joe sold his car and bought a donkey. “I’ll ride this to the park,” he said. “Very simple!” His donkey ate his shoes, but Joe smiled. “Happiness,” he mumbled. A woman named Sue stopped buying clothes. She wore a potato sack. “It’s natural,” she said, scratching an itch. “Donny T would be proud.”

The big companies loved it. With no workers, they saved piles of cash. The bosses sat in their towers, sipping gold-flaked coffee. “Donny T’s a genius,” they said. “No payroll, just profit!” But the shareholders weren’t so sure. “Where’s my money?” one cried. “I don’t see it in heaven!” Donny T popped up on a giant screen. “Relax,” he said. “Heaven’s got the best interest rates. Trust me.”

Meanwhile, Elon M built a rocket to nowhere. “Simple living!” he shouted as it blasted off. “I’m going to Mars to have more kids!” The rocket spun in circles and crashed into the sea. Elon M swam back, grinning. “What a ride! Donny, you’re the best!” Donny T gave him a thumbs-up. “Kids are the future, buddy. Keep going!”

In India, people heard about Donny T’s ideas. They laughed. “He’s stealing our philosophy!” they said. But some got inspired. A young man named Ravi started a business selling Gota—shiny threads for clothes. “No money? No problem!” Ravi said. “I’ll trade Gota for rice. A new start-up!” He walked around with a basket, swapping threads for food. His belly stayed full, and he called it a win. Another guy, Sanjay, bought a buffalo. “Milk is gold!” he declared. He milked the buffalo day and night, selling cups for pennies. “Simple life,” Sanjay said, patting the buffalo’s head. The buffalo farted in agreement.

One day, a shareholder stormed into Donny T’s office. His name was Bill, and his suit was wrinkled. “Donny!” Bill shouted. “My money’s not in heaven! It’s gone! What’s this Maya nonsense?” Donny T leaned back in his chair. “Bill, Bill, relax. Maya’s tricky. It’s a—what’s the word?—a thagini. A big cheat! You don’t need money. Go hug a tree.” Bill stomped out, muttering, “I’ll hug you with a lawsuit.”

The news people loved it all. “Donny T’s Great Simplification!” they shouted on TV. “No jobs, no money, just joy!” They showed clips of people dancing in fields, trading potatoes, and singing songs. “Is this the future?” one anchor asked. “Or is it nuts?” Nobody knew. But Donny T kept smiling. “It’s the best,” he said. “The whole world will thank me.”

Elon M agreed. He rolled up in a new car made of wood. “Look, no gas!” he said. “I pedal it myself. Simple!” The car broke after ten feet, but Elon M laughed. “Life’s an adventure!” He started planning a baby factory on Mars. “Donny’s philosophy plus my kids? Unstoppable!” he said.

In India, Ravi and Sanjay met up. “This Donny T guy’s wild,” Ravi said, stitching Gota onto his shirt. “Yeah,” Sanjay replied, milking his buffalo. “But he’s got a point. Money’s a headache.” They toasted with buffalo milk and watched the sunset. “Simple’s not so bad,” Ravi said. Sanjay nodded. “As long as the buffalo doesn’t kick me.”

Months passed. America turned into a strange place. Cities emptied. People lived in tents, grew carrots, and sang about happiness. The shareholders gave up and joined them, trading their suits for sandals. “Maybe Donny T’s right,” one said, chewing a carrot. “This isn’t awful.” The bosses, though, stayed rich. They hid their gold in secret caves, giggling at the “simple” folks.

Donny T sat on his porch, sipping lemonade. “I did it,” he said. “The world’s better. Moody, Elon M, me—we’re a team!” He looked at the sky. “Money’s Maya,” he whispered. “Happiness rules.” A bird pooped on his hat. Donny T laughed. “Even the birds get it!”

And so, the Great Simplification rolled on. Some loved it, some hated it, but everyone agreed: life was simpler. Weird, messy, and broke—but more straightforward. Donny T, Moody, and Elon M smiled from afar, dreaming of a world with no wallets, just grins. Whether it work? Well, that’s a story for another day.