There once was a very successful man by the name of Phillip Banks. He had a big house, a loving family, and lots of money.

One day, against his better judgment, he agreed to share his life with a troubled young man; his wife's nephew, Will Smith. Will Smith was, at his core, a well-meaning young man, but deeply misguided. This troubled Phillip to no end.

Phillip had worked hard, travelling numerous times into the ether to mine enough Quartz to build a large home – it was practically a mansion. But Will broke through the wall. Phillip traveled far to furnish his kitchen in the finest Jungle Wood – but Will burned it down. Phillip had worked and tilled the lands behind his house into a lovely field, full of potatoes, carrots, wheat, and watermelon. But Will's friend Jazz at all the watermelon, and Jazz's horse, Pizazz, trampled most of the crops.

The only satisfaction Phillip had anymore was throwing Jazz from his home. Will had corrupted everything Phillip had held dear. His butler was now quick wittedly rude and snide. His daughter was increasingly becoming a delinquent. Even his son, who he had always been so proud of, was now so emotionally distraught by Will's constant harassment that his original character had been lost.

The final straw came when Will accidentally freed all of the cows from their pen. Phillip could tolerate a lot, but not someone coming between him and his food. A plan must be devised.

It soon occurred to him what must be done, and a camping trip was planned. Will, Carlton, and Phillip went deep, deep into the woods, several days from their home. Once Will was asleep and the others were thoroughly convinced he wouldn't be able to find his way back, they left.

While no one has ever seen Will since, and many assume he met his end at the hands of a skeleton or zombie, some claim, that if you stand on the roof of the mansion and face the east: You can still hear his voice on the wind – asking, "Where'd everybody go"?