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  • Bandit the Raccoon and the Stormy Song of Music Land

    Bandit the Raccoon and the Stormy Song of Music Land

    In the bustling forest of Willow Woods lived Bandit the Raccoon, known for his curious paws and stripey tail.

    Bandit’s friends all had special talents:
    Bella the Bluebird could sing beautifully.
    Ollie the Otter could juggle pebbles. Freddy the Fox could do magic tricks (sometimes on purpose).

    But Bandit? He wasn’t sure what he was good at.

    He tried everything.
    Tree climbing? Too dizzy.
    Dancing? Too clumsy.
    Cooking? Let’s just say the “mud pie” explosion was legendary. “I just don’t shine at anything,” Bandit sighed, kicking a pinecone.

    Bella chirped, “Don’t worry, Bandit! Everyone has a special rhythm. You’ll find yours soon.” But Bandit shook his head. “I don’t have rhythm. I have raccoon-itis!”

    That night, as rain began to fall, Bandit curled up in his hollow tree and whispered, “I wish I could find my song.”

    The Mysterious Musical Storm

    Thunder rumbled. Lightning flashed. And then, WHOOSH!—a gust of wind whooshed right into Bandit’s tree hole!

    “Whoa! Wind! Personal space!” he yelped, grabbing his blanket.

    But the wind swirled faster, humming and whistling like… music?

    Then, POOF!—Bandit was lifted off his paws and spun around and around until—BONK!—he landed with a soft thud.

    When he opened his eyes, everything looked different.

    The trees were made of trumpets. The grass hummed like violins.
    Even the clouds shaped themselves into drumbeats! Bandit gasped. “Where am I?”

    A shiny saxophone slithered by and said in a jazzy voice, “Welcome to Music Land, cool cat!”

    “Cool… what? I’m a raccoon!” “Everyone’s got a groove here,” said the saxophone. “You just gotta find yours.”

    The Quest for the Perfect Tune

    Bandit wandered through Music Land in awe.

    He met Tina the Triangle, who sang in ting-ting tones. Bongo the Drum, who loved telling jokes between beats.
    And Flute the Fairy, who twirled through the sky, making melodies.

    “Maybe I can play something too!” said Bandit eagerly. He picked up a tambourine, but it flew out of his paws.
    He tried the trumpet, but sneezed so loudly it echoed in F sharp.
    He even bopped a drum, but got stuck inside it!

    Everyone giggled.

    Bongo rolled over laughing. “You’re one funny raccoon, man! You’ve got rhythm, you just make it funny!” Bandit frowned. “Funny isn’t a talent!”

    Flute smiled. “Oh, Bandit, laughter is music too. Every sound you make adds joy to our song!”

    Bandit tilted his head. “Wait… maybe I do make music—just a different kind.”

    He grabbed two wooden spoons and began tapping. Clack! Thunk! Bang! Then he stomped his paws in rhythm. Stomp! Stomp! Clack!

    Soon, the instruments joined in—drums, flutes, triangles—all dancing to Bandit’s beat.

    Bandit’s Big Song

    By the time the storm winds returned to take him home, the whole of Music Land was dancing to Bandit’s funky rhythm.

    “See?” said Bongo. “Told ya you had groove, little raccoon!” Flute waved her wand. “Take this beat with you, it’s your heart’s music.”

    With a flash of light, the storm swirled again, WHIRR!—and Bandit found himself back in his cozy tree, spoons still in paw.

    He blinked. “Was that real… or just a dream?”

    Then he heard it—the faint beat of rain on his tree roof, perfectly in time. He started tapping along. Tap-tap-tap! Clack-clack!

    Soon, his forest friends came running.

    “Bandit! What are you doing?” asked Bella.

    “Making music!” said Bandit proudly. “Wanna join?”

    And they did, birds chirped melodies, otters clapped tails, and foxes howled backup. Bandit laughed. “Looks like I finally found my special talent, making everyone dance!”

    From that night on, whenever the forest rumbled with rain, you could hear the Raccoon Rhythm Band jamming under the stars, proof that even the smallest beat can make the biggest difference.

    The End !

  • Lamb and Lynx: The Unlikely Adventure Duo

    Lamb and Lynx: The Unlikely Adventure Duo

    In a quiet meadow at the edge of a forest, lived Lamb – fluffy, gentle, and always slightly nervous.

    Not far away, among the shady pines, lived Lynx – quick, clever, and curious about everything.

    One sunny morning, Lamb was practicing her baa-ing in the meadow when a rustling sound came from the bushes.

    Out popped Lynx, her golden fur glinting in the sunlight.

    “Boo!” she said with a grin.

    Lamb squeaked and leapt three feet in the air. “Eeep! You scared me!”

    Lynx laughed. “That’s kind of my thing. I’m a lynx! I sneak, I pounce, I surprise!”

    Lamb frowned but smiled shyly. “Well… I eat grass and panic.” Lynx chuckled. “Perfect! You’ll balance me out.”

    And just like that, the softest lamb and the sneakiest lynx became the most unlikely friends in the forest.

    The Great Berry Hunt

    One day, Lynx bounded into the meadow shouting, “Adventure time!”

    Lamb blinked. “Adventure? You mean… like, outside the fence?”

    “Of course!” said Lynx. “I heard there’s a magical berry bush by the river that glows in the moonlight!”

    Lamb hesitated. “Baa, but what if we get lost? Or muddy? Or…”

    “Then we’ll just get found again!” Lynx interrupted with a wink.

    So off they went—one hopping nervously, the other leaping joyfully.

    They crossed tall grass, tiny streams, and met a chatty frog who gave them directions (“Hop north till you smell sweetness!”).

    Finally, they found it a glowing bush of bright blue berries.

    Lamb gasped. “They sparkle!” Lynx grinned. “They’re snack-stars!”

    They each took a bite and SPLAT! The berries exploded in glittery juice all over them.

    Lynx burst out laughing. “You’re a walking blueberry cloud!” Lamb giggled. “And you look like a starry night!”

    Trouble on the Trail

    As they made their way home, the moon rose high, and the forest looked… different.

    “Uh, Lynx,” whispered Lamb, “did that tree just move?”

    Lynx squinted. “Nope. But that’s not a tree—it’s a moose!”

    The moose blinked sleepily. “You’re glowing,” he mumbled. “Are you… berries?”

    Lamb stammered, “N-no, just lost!”

    The moose chuckled. “Follow the fireflies; they’ll lead you home.”

    So they did—Lynx leading the way, Lamb humming softly to stay calm.

    But halfway there, they found the bridge washed out by the river.

    “Oh no!” cried Lamb. “We’re stuck!”

    Lynx smiled mischievously. “Not if we use teamwork.”

    She gathered fallen branches while Lamb steadied them with her hooves. Together, they built a wobbly but working bridge.

    “See?” said Lynx. “Brains and fluff make a great combo.”

    Lamb grinned proudly. “We make a great team!”

    Home, Laughs, and Lessons

    By sunrise, they reached the meadow again, muddy, sticky, and still glowing faintly blue.

    When the other animals saw them, they gasped.

    “Lamb! Why are you sparkling?” “And Lynx! Why do you smell like jam?”

    The two friends burst out laughing. “We found the magical berry bush!” said Lynx. “And teamwork!” added Lamb.

    That night, as the stars twinkled above, Lynx stretched in the grass. “You know, you’re braver than you think, Lamb.”

    Lamb smiled sleepily. “And you’re kinder than you pretend, Lynx.”

    They looked at the sky together, their glow fading under the moonlight.

    Different? Yes.
    Best friends? Absolutely.

    Because real friendship doesn’t need to match, it just needs to stick, like berry juice and laughter.

    The End !

  • Carl the Hungry Caterpillar’s Big Transformation

    Carl the Hungry Caterpillar’s Big Transformation

    In a bright green garden buzzing with bees and blooming flowers, there lived Carl the Caterpillar—and he was always hungry.

    From sunrise to sunset, Carl’s favorite hobby was eating.

    “Breakfast!” he’d shout, nibbling dandelion leaves.
    “Lunch!” he’d chomp through tulip petals.
    “Dinner!” he’d munch on marigolds (with extra dew drops).

    The other bugs watched in amazement.

    “Carl,” said Bella the Bee, “if you eat any more, you’ll run out of garden!” Carl giggled. “Impossible! There are millions of leaves!”

    But one day, after his fifteenth snack, Carl felt a strange rumble in his tummy.

    “Hmm,” he said, rubbing his belly. “Maybe I need… dessert?” No one had the heart to tell him he’d already eaten all the dessert leaves.

    The Big Nap Idea

    By afternoon, Carl felt sleepy. Very sleepy. “I can’t eat another bite,” he yawned. “Maybe just a quick nap…”

    But when he tried to curl up under a leaf, his friend Benny the Beetle said,
    “Caterpillars don’t take naps—they build cocoons!”

    “Co-what?” Carl asked, blinking. “It’s like a sleeping bag for bugs,” said Benny. “You wrap yourself up and rest.”

    Carl thought that sounded wonderful. “Perfect! Maybe when I wake up, there’ll be new snacks.”

    So, with a little wiggle and a lot of silk, he began to spin.
    Around and around he went—until he looked like a tiny green burrito. “Goodnight, garden!” Carl mumbled from inside. “Wake me when the buffet’s ready.”

    The Wiggly Wake-Up

    Days passed. The bees buzzed, the flowers bloomed, and the garden missed its hungriest friend.

    Then one sunny morning, Carl’s cocoon began to wiggle. “Stretchy,” he muttered. “Why does my blanket feel smaller?”

    He pushed, he twisted—and POP! The cocoon split open.

    Carl blinked at the sunlight. “Whoa… where are my legs? Why do I feel… floaty?” He looked down and gasped. “Wait a minute—those are wings!”

    Bella the Bee zoomed over. “Carl! You’re not a caterpillar anymore!”

    Carl flapped gently, and to his amazement, he lifted off the branch.
    “I can fly! And I’m… beautiful!”

    Benny laughed. “You’re a butterfly now! What do you think?” Carl smiled. “I think I finally found dessert—it’s called air!”

    The Butterfly Who Learned to Slow Down

    From that day on, Carl flew through the garden instead of crawling through it.

    He still loved food, but now he sipped nectar instead of munching whole leaves.
    “It’s like leaf juice!” he said happily.

    He fluttered from flower to flower, greeting all his old friends.

    “Look at you!” said Bella. “No more endless eating?”

    Carl chuckled. “Well, maybe just a little… but flying fills me up faster!”

    That evening, he perched on a sunflower and watched the sunset.
    He thought about how much he’d changed—from hungry caterpillar to soaring butterfly.

    And just before falling asleep, he whispered,
    “Maybe growing up isn’t about eating everything in sight. Maybe it’s about finding what really lifts you.”

    Then he yawned, flapped his wings, and added,
    “Still… I could go for one more petal nibble.”

    The End !

  • Swoopy the Chimney Swift’s Silly Southbound Adventure

    Swoopy the Chimney Swift’s Silly Southbound Adventure

    High above the rooftops of a quiet town lived Swoopy, a little chimney swift who loved summer breezes and warm chimney tops.

    But one chilly morning, she sneezed mid-flight, “Achoo-tweet!” “Oh no,” she sniffed, “that’s a winter sneeze! Time to fly south!”

    The other swifts gathered in a circle, chatting about their migration route. Swoopy flapped nervously. “Wait, do we need to pack anything?”

    Her friend Pip laughed. “You can’t pack a suitcase, Swoopy! We fly light!” “Easy for you to say,” Swoopy muttered. “I lose feathers every time I flap too fast!”

    Still, she spread her wings and joined the flock, ready (sort of) for her first big trip south.

    Stormy Skies and Silly Geese

    The journey started smoothly, until the wind turned wild! Whoosh! The flock wobbled and dipped like popcorn in a gusty pot.

    “Stay together!” chirped the leader. But Swoopy’s tiny wings fluttered out of rhythm, and she twirled right into a gaggle of geese flying the opposite way.

    HONK! HONK! HONK!

    “Watch where you’re zipping, feather fluff!” honked a goose named Gus. “Sorry!” squeaked Swoopy, dizzy from spinning. “I think I zigged when I should’ve zagged!”

    The geese laughed. “You’re brave, little bird. Flying south is no joke in these clouds.” “Thanks,” said Swoopy, “but I’m not brave, I’m just bad at steering!”

    The geese chuckled and helped her steady herself. Before long, she was gliding beside them, honking off-key to their rhythm. “Guess I’m an honorary goose now!” she giggled.

    The Island of Funny Feathers

    After days of flapping and honking, Swoopy spotted a tiny island full of birds resting on palm trees.

    She swooped down and landed beside a pelican polishing his beak.

    “Hi! I’m Swoopy!” she chirped. “First time migrating. Any tips?” The pelican grinned. “Tip one, don’t nap midair!”

    Just then, a parrot squawked, “Tip two,don’t fly through seagull selfie zones!” Swoopy blinked. “Seagull selfies?”

    A bunch of seagulls posed dramatically on the beach. “#WindyHairDontCare!” they cawed. Swoopy burst out laughing. “You island birds are hilarious!”

    She shared her stories of silly storms and helpful geese, and the island birds promised to visit her chimney town someday. That night, under the glowing moon, Swoopy dreamed of flying not just south, but everywhere!

    Home in the Heart

    Finally, Swoopy reached her winter home, a warm forest buzzing with new friends, from tiny warblers to snoozing owls.

    “Welcome, traveler!” hooted an owl. “You made it!”

    Swoopy smiled. “With a few twirls, tumbles, and a lot of laughs.” Every evening, she told her new friends stories about the geese and the island birds. Soon, everyone called her Swoopy the Story Swift—the bird who turned migration into an adventure.

    And when spring came, Swoopy led the way north, proudly calling out, “Next stop, home sweet chimney!”

    Because sometimes, the best journeys aren’t about where you fly, but who you laugh with along the way.

    The End !

  • Leo the Little Lion Who Lost His Roar

    Leo the Little Lion Who Lost His Roar

    In the middle of the great African savanna lived Leo, the smallest lion cub in his family, and probably the quietest, too.

    While his father, King Roarus, could shake the mountains with one mighty roar, Leo’s voice sounded more like a hiccuping kitten.

    “ROOO, MEEEP!”

    The other cubs giggled.
    “Was that a roar or a sneeze?” teased his sister, Lila.

    Leo’s ears drooped. “I will roar like Dad one day!” he promised, puffing out his tiny chest.

    His father smiled kindly. “Every roar starts small, son. Keep practicing.” But Leo didn’t want to wait; he wanted to roar today!

    Practice Makes Funny

    The next morning, Leo decided to practice in secret. He climbed onto a rock, took a deep breath, and shouted,

    “ROAR!” But out came—
    “Meeeep!”

    A sleepy hippo blinked. “Was that a mosquito?”

    Leo blushed and tried again. “ROOO, MEEEP!”
    This time, a flock of birds burst out laughing and flew away.

    Even the giraffes peeked over the trees, giggling. Leo stomped his paw. “Ugh! I sound like a broken trumpet!”

    Just then, Tiko the monkey swung down and grinned. “Maybe you just need a rhythm! Watch this!”

    Tiko banged on a hollow log, BOOM, BOOM, CHA!
    “See? Add a beat and your roar becomes music!”

    Leo giggled and joined in:
    “ROAR-BOOM-CHA! ROAR-BOOM-CHA!”

    It wasn’t loud—but it was funny!

    The Day the Jungle Needed a Roar

    A few days later, a big storm hit the savanna. The wind howled, trees bent, and a branch trapped some tiny meerkats in their burrow!

    The animals panicked.
    “We need King Roarus!” cried the zebra. But the King was far away across the river.

    Leo gulped. “Maybe… maybe I can roar for help?”

    “Ha!” snorted a parrot. “What will that do, tickle the clouds?” Still, Leo stood tall, heart pounding. He filled his lungs and thought of every beat, every giggle, every boom-cha from his practice.

    Then he shouted with all his might—“ROAR-BOOM-CHA!!!”

    The sound echoed through the jungle like a thunder drum! The animals froze. Even the storm paused for a moment, startled.

    Across the river, King Roarus heard it and came racing back with the other lions. Together, they freed the meerkats just in time.

    The Roar of the Heart

    When the sun returned, the jungle cheered. “Leo saved us!” cried the animals.

    King Roarus nuzzled his son proudly. “That was a brave roar, Leo. It may not have been loud, but it was full of heart.”

    Leo grinned from ear to ear.
    “Guess I found my own kind of roar!” From that day on, Leo became known as the Groovy Roarer, the cub who mixed music and courage to make the jungle dance.

    And every morning, instead of just roaring, Leo led the animals in a happy beat:
    “ROAR, BOOM-CHA! ROAR-BOOM-CHA!”

    It wasn’t just a sound anymore; it was the song of bravery, laughter, and a lion cub who finally found his voice.

    The End !

  • Rocco the Rabbit and the Super-Sight Carrots

    Rocco the Rabbit and the Super-Sight Carrots

    Rocco the Rabbit was famous in Bunny Burrow Valley; not for being fast or brave, but for being the pickiest eater in the patch.

    While his friends crunched celery and munched spinach, Rocco crossed his paws and said, “Bleh! Veggies taste like grass-flavored socks!”

    He only wanted pancakes, popcorn, and pudding.

    His mother sighed every morning. “Rocco,” she said, “rabbits need their greens and carrots for healthy eyes!”

    “Eyes? Mine work just fine,” Rocco replied proudly. “I can see the snack cupboard perfectly!” Little did he know, that was about to change.

    The Glowing Carrot Mystery

    One evening, while hopping through the garden, Rocco noticed something glowing under the moonlight.
    It was a bunch of carrots, shimmering orange and sparkling like fireflies!

    “Whoa,” he gasped. “Glow-in-the-dark snacks! That’s new!” Without thinking, Rocco yanked one from the ground and took a big bite. Crunch!

    Suddenly, his whiskers tingled, his ears buzzed, and his eyes sparkled like disco balls.

    He could see everything, from the worms dancing underground to the stars twinkling a million miles away!

    Rocco had super vision! He zoomed around shouting, “I can see the ants doing conga lines!”
    The forest animals blinked in confusion. “Rocco’s finally lost it,” whispered a squirrel.

    The Great Garden Rescue

    The next morning, Rocco spotted something no one else could, far across the field, Farmer Fred’s scarecrow was tipping over, and a flock of crows was planning an all-you-can-eat buffet in the garden!

    “Not on my watch!” Rocco declared.

    He zoomed like lightning, bouncing through bushes and leaping over fences.
    With his super sight, he spotted every pebble, puddle, and even a sleepy hedgehog in his path.

    He reached the garden just in time, standing tall and shouting, “Shoo, you greedy featherballs!”

    The crows squawked and scattered. The garden was saved! When the other rabbits arrived, they gasped. “Rocco, how did you even see that far?”

    Rocco grinned proudly. “Carrots! The crunchy kind with superpowers!”

    A New Kind of Snack Hero

    From that day on, Rocco became the burrow’s hero, and the most enthusiastic veggie fan ever.

    He ate spinach for strength, broccoli for balance, and of course, carrots for super sight.

    His friends started calling him Rocco Rocket-Eyes, and every meal turned into a fun veggie challenge.
    “Who can crunch the loudest?” he’d say.
    “Who can make carrot mustaches?”

    Rocco even taught the younger bunnies, “If you want to see the stars, and maybe even your homework from a mile away, eat your veggies!”

    And every night, when the moon rose high, the glow of those magical carrots reminded everyone that a healthy snack could make you feel like a superhero.

    The End !

  • Penny the Pony and the Prairie Dog Parade

    Penny the Pony and the Prairie Dog Parade

    Penny the Pony lived in a wide, sunny meadow with tall green grass and fluttering butterflies. It was beautiful, but also a bit boring.

    Every day, Penny would trot around, nibble the sweetest grass, and swish her tail at the buzzing flies. But with no one to talk to, she often sighed, “I wish I had a friend. Even a small one!”

    One afternoon, while Penny was munching near a burrow, she heard a tiny sneeze.

    “Achoo!”

    She blinked and looked down. Out popped a chubby little prairie dog wearing a leaf like a hat!

    “Sorry!” said the prairie dog. “Dusty burrow day!” Penny giggled. “I’m Penny. Who are you?” “I’m Pippin,” said the prairie dog. “And you’re standing on our roof!”

    The Burrow Builders’ Banquet

    Before Penny could apologize, four more prairie dogs popped up, each covered in dirt and giggling like popcorn in a pan.

    “This is Niblet, Tumble, Dottie, and Cheeks,” said Pippin proudly. “We’re the Prairie Dog Parade!”

    “Parade?” Penny asked. “I’ve never seen one!”

    “Oh, we don’t walk in a line, we pop!” said Tumble, and with that, they all dove into their burrows and popped up again in a different spot.

    Penny laughed so hard her mane flopped over her eyes. That afternoon, they invited her to their Burrow Builders’ Banquet, which mostly involved eating clover sandwiches and guessing how many times Cheeks could puff his cheeks before he sneezed (the record was nine!).

    Penny realized this was the best day she’d had in ages.

    The Great Meadow Mess

    The next day, Penny had a brilliant idea. “Let’s have a real parade!” she said. “I can lead, and you can all follow me!”

    The prairie dogs cheered.
    They found flower garlands, grass crowns, and even used dandelion fluff as confetti. But when the parade began, things got… wobbly.

    Pippin tripped over a beetle, Dottie sneezed the confetti everywhere, and Penny’s tail got tangled in a bush.

    Then, as they passed Farmer Fred’s fence, a loud “MOO!” startled everyone. The cows joined in, mooing like backup singers!

    The whole meadow echoed with laughter, sneezes, and cheerful chaos. Even the grumpy crow in the oak tree squawked a giggle.

    Friends Forever in the Field

    When the parade finally ended, Penny lay down in the grass, exhausted but happy.
    “You know,” she said, “I thought being alone meant being forgotten. But now I have the noisiest, funniest friends ever!”

    Pippin smiled. “And we have the biggest, kindest parade leader!” From that day on, the meadow was never quiet again.
    Every afternoon, Penny and the Prairie Dog Parade sang silly songs, made daisy crowns, and popped up wherever laughter was needed.

    And if you ever walk by that sunny meadow and hear giggles under your feet, don’t worry, it’s just Penny and her prairie pals, planning their next parade.

    The End !

  • Tilly’s Secret Stuffed Animal Party

    Tilly’s Secret Stuffed Animal Party

    Tilly loved her stuffed animals more than anything else in the world.
    She had a dancing bear named Benny, a pillow giraffe named Dotty, a pirate penguin named Pip, and a pink bunny named Fluffball.

    Every morning before school, she tucked them neatly on her bed and said, “Be good while I’m gone!”

    But one morning, as she tied her shoelaces, she suddenly asked herself, “What do they actually do all day?”

    Her imagination started to swirl like a blender full of rainbow sprinkles.
    Do they nap? Do they play games? Or do they… have a party? With a mischievous smile, Tilly whispered, “I think I know.”

    The Stuffed Animal Party Begins

    As soon as the front door clicked shut, Benny the Bear yawned, stretched, and clapped his fuzzy paws.
    “Alright, everyone! School’s out for Tilly, and playtime’s in for us!”

    The room burst to life! Dotty the Giraffe turned on the fan and pretended it was a roller coaster. Fluffball the Bunny hopped onto the bed and shouted,
    “Let’s have a tea party… with cupcakes!”

    Pip the Penguin waddled into the kitchen, sliding on the floor tiles. He grabbed cupcake liners, frosting, and way too many sprinkles.
    “This is going to be sweet!” he said proudly, spilling flour everywhere.

    The living room turned into a giggling, frosting-covered wonderland of dancing toys and cupcake chaos.

    The Dance-Off Disaster

    Once the cupcakes were eaten (and the carpet looked like a candy storm), Benny shouted, “Music time!”

    Dotty plugged in Tilly’s toy keyboard and played a jazzy tune.
    Fluffball twirled on the bed like a ballerina, while Pip did the worm.

    “Check out my moves!” Pip said — right before sliding into a lamp. Crash! Everyone froze.
    “Oh no!” whispered Benny. “Tilly’s going to think we’re wild animals!”

    They quickly grabbed toy blocks and built a tiny stage to hide the lamp pieces under. “Perfect!” said Fluffball. “Now it looks like modern art!”

    Tilly’s Surprise

    That afternoon, Tilly came home from school.
    As soon as she opened her bedroom door, she stopped.

    “Hmm…” she said, looking at her stuffed animals.
    Her bunny had frosting on its ear, the bear was leaning on a keyboard, and the giraffe was holding a spoon.

    She smiled. “You guys didn’t really have a party, did you?” The toys sat perfectly still, except for Pip, whose hat was still crooked.

    Tilly laughed, hugged them all tight, and whispered,
    “Next time, I’ll join your cupcake party.”

    And that night, before bed, she dreamed of dancing bears, musical giraffes, and a very happy penguin chef.

    The End !