Every bunker has its secrets, but some are a little more… electric than others. The Atomic Sisters are getting personal with their latest track, “The Joybox Incident,” a coming-of-age cautionary tale about what happens when curiosity, a rooftop, and a box of “civilian gadgets” collide in the middle of a patrol.
A Rooftop Crime and Scented Lip Balm
Frankie takes the lead on this one, channeling that youngest-sister mischief into a story of adolescent rebellion. It started simply enough: a search for a quiet spot away from the bunker crowd and a mysterious tote belonging to “her mom.” But what was inside wasn’t exactly standard-issue survival gear.
From “tangles of gadgets” to “toys that sigh,” the Sisters paint a hilarious—and slightly mortifying—picture of a secret stash that definitely wasn’t designed for kids. It’s a song about that heart-stopping moment when the playful giggles turn into a “fast retreat” because the patrol beams started getting a little too close for comfort.
Classified Debris and Battery Guilt
We’ve all told a lie to save our pride, but trying to explain a broken elbow without mentioning the “electric” box in the neighbor’s flower pot takes a special kind of talent. The Sisters harmonize over the “battery guilt” that buzzes louder than a failing generator, reminding us that some memories are better off kept as “classified debris.”
It’s a mid-tempo, cheeky swing number that serves as a warning to every future recruit: if you’re going to take to the roof with a little pink secret, make sure your landing is as smooth as your alibi.
THE JOYBOX INCIDENT
by: Atomic Sisters
We climbed to the roof cause the house was too loud
And we needed some secrets away from the crowd
The box wasn’t mine it belonged to her mom
Tucked in a tote behind scented lip balm
We popped the lid and blinked at the stash
A tangle of gadgets with chrome and flash
We laughed like rebels flushed and bold
Until patrol beams turned playful cold
The joybox incident swept under the rug
I claimed a ripstick and played it smug
But the bruises told a louder tale
Of rooftops gadgets and moral fail
The joybox incident still not in the file
But my arm sure remembers that fall with style
From giggles to panic in half a beat
With rubber secrets and fast retreat
I ditched the box in a neighbors pot
Swore I fell cause the wheels got caught
But the truth hummed loud behind my lie
A rooftop crime with toys that sigh
They weren’t for kids not by design
And I still don’t know what half could align
I broke my elbow not my pride
And told the story the safe way inside
Could’ve told my mother but nope not me
I held that lie like classified debris
She bought the story I iced the bone
While battery guilt buzzed low and alone
Fight back incident I got away clean
With nothing but shame and a bruised routine
Let this be a warning to future recruits
Don’t take to the roof with civilian salutes
The joybox incident you heard it from me
The box was electric the fall was free
And somewhere in storage collecting dust
Lies a little pink secret and adolescent trust