He became brittle and his packaging began to flake away. Larry was sad this was happening to him, but knew it was all part of growing old.

One day, Larry noticed a plastic bottle bobbing in the water nearby. Although exhausted, Larry managed to call out, “Hi I’m Larry, can you tell me where I am?”

The bottle replied, “Hi, I’m Betty Bottle. You must be new to Plastic City.”

“Plastic City, what’s that?” asked Larry.

Betty told him it was a place where litter items get caught in ocean currents at the end of their journey. Everyone in Plastic City had come from lands far away and floated on the ocean currents to gather in this one place.