Let's meet God and his assistant—er, secretary—er, something or other, Mr. B. God is dreaming naughty dreams about naked girls, while Mr. B is trying to get his lazy butt out of bed.
Eventually it works, and God notices that water is filling the streets.
Now why is water filling the streets? Because God forgot to turn off the tap when he was taking an erotic nap before his bath time.
This is a major eco-friendly faux pas. (Also, what kind of bathtub does God have that it overflows streets?)
Understandably, Mr. B is a little upset and wants God to fix it, but no luck. We are getting the point that God is majorly lazy. We already feel sorry for Mr. B for having to deal with this kid for millennia.
Mr. B goes through the mail, which is prayers from us little humans. He comes across Lucy's prayer and hides it immediately.
You see, God is something of a pervert and he senses that a pretty girl wants to be in love just like a bloodhound sniffs out food. Can't hide that from him.
Unfortunately God is not too lucky in love. Every time that he falls in love with humans, catastrophes happen. Looks like we're in for a doozy.