Barry looked at his slightly-too-tight cape, at the happy, cheering animals, and at Penny the beaver, who was already sketching blueprints for a new, donut-powered recycling plant.
“The Systematic Un-Candy-ing & Confection Extraction & Sugar Siphoning machine!” Pinch cackled, gesturing to a series of tubes and vacuums snaking toward the Gigglewood Sugar Mines. “Within the hour, I will drain every ounce of sweetness from your precious forest. No more donut trees. No more lemon-tea rivers. Everything will be bland. Tasteless. Healthy.” super bear adventure
Barry’s eyes widened. He didn’t need to break the machine. He needed to break the tank . Barry looked at his slightly-too-tight cape, at the
The S.U.C.C.E.S.S. 3000 roared to life. The sky turned from cotton-candy pink to a depressing beige. The nearest donut tree began to wither, its sugary glaze flaking off like dead leaves. No more donut trees
Then, a small voice piped up. “Maybe you can’t punch it, Mr. Bear.”
“Penny,” he whispered, a grin spreading across his furry face. “You’re a genius.”