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One dewy Tuesday morning, Barry was polishing off a victory cruller (he’d successfully rescued a kitten from a very tall, very bored-looking tree) when the Gigglewood Peace Bell began to clang. It wasn’t the slow, mournful ring for a lost nut harvest. It was the frantic, sputtering gong of a dire emergency.

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. super bear adventure

The rivet shot out. A spiderweb of cracks spread across the glass. A second later, the entire window shattered. A tidal wave of concentrated, high-octane, rainbow-hued liquid sweetness exploded outward. One dewy Tuesday morning, Barry was polishing off

Barry charged. He slammed his shoulder into the machine’s side. A dull thud echoed, and a wave of pain shot through his arm. Anti-Bearium. He punched it again. Nothing. He tried a flying kick. He might as well have kicked a mountain. The nearest donut tree began to wither, its

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The source of the panic was immediately clear. Squatting in the middle of Main Street, where the buttercup trolley usually ran, was a massive, rickety machine of angry brass and belching purple smoke. It looked like a boiler had married a pipe organ and their child was very, very upset.

In the heart of the Gigglewood Forest, where the rivers flowed with honey-lemon tea and the trees sprouted plump, jelly-filled donuts, lived a bear named Barry. But Barry wasn’t just any bear. Under his trusty, slightly-too-tight red cape, he was Super Bear .