Alice and Freddy: The Pancake PLANET Portal 🤖

Zoom past the towering peak of ice cream mountain with Alice, Freddy, and Bleepo as they tumble into the tastiest mission ever! 🥞

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Designed to spark imagination and help kids wind down, perfect for bedtime, car rides, quiet time, or any moment when little listeners need a relaxing break.

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The Pancake Planet portal, Alice was sitting ever so neatly at the breakfast table, carefully cutting her pancakes into tiny triangles. She made sure the syrup didn't drip too far and that her, but stayed exactly in the middle of the plate. Freddy, her little brother, was doing something completely different. He was pretending his pancakes were spaceships. Zoom, he shouted, flinging a pancake triangle across the table. Look out alien toast. The flying pancake zoomed through the air and splat. Landed right on bleo. The robot's shiny head bleo was plugged into the wall socket, softly buzzing as he charged perfect landing. Freddy cheered, giggling. Alice frowned and grabbed a napkin. Freddy, you got syrup, bomb bleo. Freddy gasped. Bleo activate. Bleo blinked. His eyes lit up and his head did a little spin. Bleep alert. SYRUPIN system. Stickiness level. Super sticky. Panic mode. Where am I? Why do I smell like breakfast? Before Alice could grab another napkin, the floor starts to wobble. A swirly breeze blew up that smelled exactly like cinnamon toast. Freddy grabbed Alice's hand. Hold onto your socks. Whoosh. The kitchen vanished in a whirl of light syrup and sticky sparkles. They tumbled through breakfasty space. Past flying toast crumbs, dodging corn flakes and waving at a moon, made entirely of cheese They landed splat on something warm, soft, and a bit squishy. Ooh, did we just land on a pancake? Freddy said blinking. I think we're on a whole pancake planet. They looked around. There were rolling hills of golden pancakes, sparkling with melted butter orange juice. Rivers flowed through fluffy valleys, waffle trees, swayed in the breeze, and pancake birds flopped by chirping. Sizzle, sizzle. Bleo stood up wobbling slightly. Syrup dripping from his little robot ears. This planet is 87% breakfast and I am 97% sticky. Suddenly rumble the ground shook over. A nearby pancake hill came a giant jiggly stick of butter bouncing straight towards them. It was followed by muffin mice squeaking cereal, squirrels, chittering, and a jelly blob waving a toast flag behind them. Galloped. A golden waffle person with crispy corners and jam. Eyebrows, tourists. The waffle cried. Thank flapjack, you're here. That butter is out of control. It's heading for syrup City. Alice blinked. You have a city made of syrup. Yes, the waffle man panted, and it's in danger of being splattered flat by bouncing butter. Bleo clicked and beeped. Scanning butter. Mood overexcited. Current speed Jiggly fast. Suggested solution. Cool it down the waffle guard pointed to the sky ice cream mountain coldest place on the planet. You'll need to take the toast glider. Suddenly the toast glider whooshed in its wings made of jelly. Its seats squishy like sponge cake. I banged the jelly seat. Freddy called leaping in. Alice climbed aboard, and B Bbo bounced in after her jammed thrusters ready. The glider zoomed up through fluffy pancake clouds. Look, Freddy giggled, A bunny shaped croon cloud bleo beeped adjusting flight pattern to avoid. Oh donut. Storm ahead. The glider bobbed and weaved sprinkle hail bounced off the jelly wings. At last, they reached the towering peak of ice cream mountain swirled with vanilla, chocolate chip bumps and strawberry sprinkles at the tip of the top. Stir a yogurt cannon and a massive ice cream scoop launcher. Scoop after scoop of mint choc chip ice cream flew through the sky and landed splat, splat lop. On the bouncy butter. The butter jiggled, nibbled wobbled, and finally slowed until it stopped completely letting out a happy buttery sigh. All across the pancake planet cheers. Burst out muffin mice did. Backflips jellyfish danced in syrup, puddles Waffle. Birds flew. Loop the loops in the sky. The Waffle Guard raced over. You did it. You saved syrup city. The Flapjack fountains are safe. Just then a cinnamon swirl spun in the air. It was the magic portal returning Alice gasped the portal. We've got to get back. Before mum notices we're late. The toast glider zipped through the sky. They waved to fudge frogs, high fived a flying spoon, and soared back into the cinnamon swirl. Whoosh. They landed curb plum back in the kitchen. Pancake crumbs were still on the table and the syrup bottle sat quite empty on its side. Bleo was covered in jam, had a pancake on his back, and one eye was blinking slowly. System status, extra sticky, requesting to be cleaned. Freddy White Bleo with a towel until he was nice and shiny again, Alice cleaned up the kitchen table. They both giggled. Next time I'm holding the syrup bottle, said Alice. Just as they were about to sit down to a nice glass of orange juice, the floor wobbled slightly, but only for a second, the end.