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.
“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
But more importantly, the wave of sweetness washed back over Gigglewood. The river gurgled back into honey-lemon tea. The donut trees plumped up, their glaze shining in the returning sun. The very air tasted of vanilla and hope. The nearest donut tree began to wither, its
He ran to the edge of the forest and found the last surviving pastry: a single, forgotten, slightly-stale blueberry muffin on a picnic table. It wasn’t much. But it was enough. No more donut trees
Barry zipped up his cape, which now strained around his cheerful midsection, and took off in a bounding run toward the town square.