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If you'd like to support our podcast and enjoy ad free episodes, unlock bonus stories and so much more, you can join sleept Premium subscribe in just two taps via the link in the show Notes. Now onto our story. Bernice wakes up and chats with Cookie before heading down to breakfast. She is going to Bobby's house today to work on something but she isn't sure what it is going to be. They love doing experiments together but usually end up making a mess and Bernice wonders what they will do today. Bernice goes to Bobby's house. Good morning Cookie, Bernice said as she opened her eyes to find her cat cuddled against her neck. Did you sleep well? I think I did. Except I had a crazy dream. Or maybe it was a nightmare. I'm not really sure. Cookie purred in reply. Her eyes closed. Ok, so I had just come home from school and I was super hungry. You know, like I get after swimming, running tests, and all that stuff. I walked into the kitchen and asked Papa what kind of cookies we had today and you won't believe what he said. He said there were no cookies left and not just here. He said all the cookies in the world were gone and from now on we'd have to eat parsnips instead. Bernice made a face. I know parsnips are healthy and an acquired taste, but no more cookies. That's kind of scary. Cookie opened one eye, meowed softly, and stretched. Yeah, I thought you'd agree. Bernice stretched too, just like Cookie. Except of course she wasn't a cat. Today I'm supposed to go to Bobby's house. At least I think I am. Sometimes Bobby makes plans, but you know, something happens. Like he makes a super big mess and we have to reschedule. But at least there's no snowstorm today, so that's a good sign. After getting dressed and washing up, Bernice went downstairs to the kitchen where the smell of something warm and sweet filled the air. Mama Bear was there, covered in sweat and tying up her hair with one of those colorful bands she liked. Good morning, Little Bear, mama Bear said. Did you sleep well? Papa made us a tasty breakfast. There are even honey cakes. Good morning, Mama. Wait, you went for a run without me? You were supposed to wake me up. I need to practice now that it's warmer. If I don't run, how can I win all the races? Bernice crossed her arms, pretending to be really upset. I'm sorry, Little Bear. You looked so peaceful I didn't want to wake you. How about we go tomorrow if the weather cooperates? Mama Bear said with a smile, taking a bite of a honey cake before heading upstairs for a shower. Save me some breakfast. Good morning, Little Bear, papa Bear said as he sat at the table with tea and toast. Good morning, Papa. Breakfast looks super yummy and delicious. And that's good because I'm on the verge of some really loud tummy gurgling noises. I must have been off on a wild adventure in my dreams to wake up this hungry. Aren't you having honey cakes too? Papa Bear chuckled. I may have had a couple while I was making them just to make sure they tasted okay. He gave her a playful smirk. What kind of adventures do you go on in your dreams, Papa. I think I had one last night, but it wasn't very fun. But I kind of forget it already. Papa Bear thought for a moment. I used to dream about flying to lots of faraway places, winning races or climbing some tall mountains. Nothing too adventurous, I guess these days I don't remember my dreams so often. Getting old, I guess. Yeah, you are getting older every day. Climbing a mountain does sound fun. Can we do that this summer? Like climb the Himalayas or something? Well, we might need to prepare a bit for that one. Papa Bear said, laughing. Oh, yeah. Papa, you know I'm supposed to go to Bobby's house today, right? I know I told you, but you and Mama are getting well, you know, so I just wanted to make sure I didn't forget. Little Bear, Mama will drive you over and I'll send some snacks for you both. Oh, good, Papa. Snacks. But I'm a little worried. Papa Bobby wants to do a science experiment today, which is cool because we both love science, but every time I go over and we work on robots or chemistry stuff or whatever, it turns into a great big mess. So that's why I am wearing my old clothes this morning. I don't want my favorite hoodie to be covered in cookie goo like one other time. That's a good idea, Little Bear. After Mama has a bit more breakfast, she'll be ready to take you over to Bobby's. Yay. Bernice grinned, already imagining what kind of experience, experiment and snacks might be waiting at Bobby's house. Had he finished his robot and wanted to show it off? Or did he need her science expertise to help him figure something out? Maybe he just wanted to be silly. Which was okay, too. After a short drive, Bernice arrived at Bobby's house. She waved to Mama Bear before running up the walkway and knocking on the door. Hi, Bobby. Bernice giggled as he opened the door. I brought some snacks in case we get hungry. Did you finish your robot? I haven't been building anything lately, but it would be cool to see what you've made. Bernice walked into Bobby's house and took off her jacket and shoes. Maybe we can build something new together, Bobby said as they walked into the kitchen. Hi, Bernice, Bobby's mom said warmly. I see you brought some snacks from Papa Bear. I'll put them here on the counter for later. I was thinking I'd make homemade pizza and a salad for lunch. How does that sound? That sounds super yummy. Delicious, Bernice said, her eyes wide. No carrots in the salad, please. Bobby pleaded with a hopeful. Look, you're in luck. His mom said with a chuckle. We're out of carrots today. Just cucumbers and tomatoes. Yes. Bobby cheered. So what did you want to do today? Bernice asked, turning to Bobby. Did you want to show me your robot? I'd love to see it. Well, I'm not quite ready to reveal my latest invention, even to you, Bobby said dramatically. I'm planning a big surprise later, but I thought it would be fun to try something new today. Unless you brought something to work on. But if your stuff is math related then I don't think I can help you because you are too good at math stuff. Nope. I've been reading more than making stuff lately. Between studying math, swimming and getting ready for tests, I haven't had much time. And now I've got to start running again too. You're already running. Not fair. I won't let you win the races this spring. You know. You don't have to let me win, Bernice teased. I'm going to win anyway. Bobby laughed. Yeah, you're super fast. So what I was thinking was I thought we could start a new project, but we have to do it in the kitchen. Last time we made a big mess in the basement. And I keep making mistakes in my bedroom, which is really hard to clean. After my robot exploded and leaked oil everywhere, my mom had to hire someone to clean the floor. The trials of an inventor. Bernice said, grinning. So what's your idea? Well, first I thought we could make a slime mixing robot. Kind of like the cookie making one. The one that covered the whole basement in goo. Bernice laughed. Yeah, that one. But I'm out of parts and my mom won't let me get more. She said I had to make do with, which isn't fair, I think, but I do have a lot of robot parts. So then I thought about doing a mini volcano using super fizzy chemicals, but. But we've done that before and I can still see the stain on the ceiling. Bernice replied with a smirk. Yeah, so I thought rocket powered paper airplanes. We can launch them outside and see how far they fly. Maybe all the way to Ethan's house or Gertrude's. Maybe they can carry cookie payloads. Bernice said, laughing. We could deliver cookies to Gertrude or Ethan by air. That would be super cool. That would be awesome. Bobby said, his eyes lighting up. But we'd have to check the cookies first, right? Just a few bites to make sure they'll survive the delivery process. Maybe a few bites are necessary, Bernice agreed with A laugh, grabbing a cookie and pretending to inspect it like a scientist. With cookies in hand, they headed to the kitchen table, where Bobby pulled out a giant box from a closet nearby. It was covered in doodles and the words Invention Supplies Handled with Extreme Care were scrawled across the side in bold marker. Wow, that's a lot of stuff, Bobby. Bernice peeked inside. It must have taken you forever to gather all this cool stuff. Yeah, bobby said proudly. These are all the safe supplies mom lets me use inside. After the glue incident and the cookie explosion and oh yeah, the flyaway robot, I'm not allowed in the basement unsupervised. He rummaged through the box, pulling out paper, tape, scissors, rubber bands, Popsicle sticks, and a half used bag of balloons. Maybe if we used light stuff, it might be easier to send cookies. Good idea. Bernice held up a balloon, eyeing it suspiciously. So, Bernice, what are these for? Bobby grinned. Rocket fuel. Well, air. But it makes the plane zoom. Mom won't let me use jet fuel anymore. Jet fuel? Bernice nearly choked on her cookie. Bobby. It was one time, and it was mostly pretend jet fuel. I think. Bobby spread supplies across the table like a chef preparing a gourmet meal. We need two planes. One for speed, one for cookies, he announced. I'm working on cargo capacity. Bernice folded a sleek paper plane with careful creases. Mine's for speed. I'll outrun your cookie plane easily. Bobby was busy taping popsicle sticks and rubber bands onto his design Function over form, Bernice. This beauty will carry three cookies. Maybe four if I stack them. Three cookies? You're ambitious. Bernice grabbed tape and helped reinforce the wings. Let's make sure it flies before we load the snacks. They taped a balloon to Bobby's plane, filled it with air, and counted down. 3, 2, 1, launch. The plane took off, zoomed 2ft, and crashed into the fridge. Success. Bobby cheered. No structural damage. Minor detour into the appliance zone, Bernice joked. Let's try outside next, once we've had lunch. Kids, pizza's ready. Bobby's mom called from the kitchen. Perfect timing, Bernice said. We need fuel, too. Scientific snacks. They washed up and sat at the table. No carrots, right? Bobby asked, eyeing the salad. Just cucumbers and tomatoes today, his mom replied. Victory, Bobby whispered as they munched pizza. Bobby grinned at Bernice. After lunch, we launch outside. Operation Cookie Flight begins. And may the cookies fly far, bernice said, raising her slice in a toast. After pizza, salad mostly untouched by Bobby, and one last cookie for energy. Bernice and Bobby raced outside, arms full of carefully crafted airplanes. All right, Captain Bobby, Bernice said, holding her sleek speed plane. Are we cleared for takeoff? Affirmative, Commander Bernice, Bobby replied, balancing his chunky cargo plane. Payload, two chocolate chip cookies, one sugar cookie, and half a granola bar I found in my school bag. Bernice squinted. You're really sending that? It's part of the experiment, Bobby said, stuffing it in. We test weight limits. They reached the backyard, which sloped slightly toward Bobby's neighbor's fence. There was only a light breeze, perfect for a test flight. We'll launch from here, Bobby said, setting his plane on the picnic table. Higher elevation equals more airtime. That's kind of sciencey, Bernice said. Okay, I go first. Bernice aimed her balloon powered plane into the wind. 3, 2, 1, zoom. The plane soared 5ft, dipped, then looped wildly into a bush. That was unexpected, Bernice said, retrieving it. I blame crosswinds. Bobby loaded his plane balloon fully inflated cookies on board. Granola bar barely wedged in. Ok, cookie carrier, show us your power. He shouted. Launch. The plane blasted off the table, shot upward like a rocket, veered left, then right, then over the fence. No. Bobby yelled, racing toward the fence. My cookies. A loud thud. Bernice ran up behind him, giggling. Where did it go? They peeked over the fence. The plane was stuck in a tree, one cookie dangling from a string, swaying like a snack on a swing. Oops. Bobby said. Granola bar's gone. I think a squirrel will probably find it because it has stuff in it they like. Just then, a small bird fluttered down, landed on a branch and pecked at the cookie. Another bird joined in, chirping happily. Bobby. We fed the birds. Bobby grinned. Our experiment was a success. We invented the cookie catapult bird feeder. Bernice laughed so hard she had to sit down on the grass. Best science experiment ever. Later that evening, after cleaning up from their science experiment and a big dinner, Bernice snuggled into bed, ready for some Papa Bear hugs. It's that time, Papa, said Bernice. And what time is that, little bear? Papa Bear replied. It's time to see who can yawn the most. And maybe a few Papa hugs, Bernice said with a great big yawn. I think I will win the yawning competition. Papa Bear said as he walked up the stairs. I'm super sleepy tonight, Papa, so maybe just play me a story, okay? Okay. You had a fun day today. And don't forget you're running with Mama in the morning. Yeah, it's going to be fun to run outside again. It's super hard to run in the snow. It sure is. I hear you made a flying bird feeder today at Bobby's house. Yeah, that's how it turned out. The birds love your cookies, too. I think next time we want to make it more like a drone and stuff. But first we need the parts, and then maybe we can build a machine to deliver food to all the birds. That sounds like a great idea, Little Bear. Did you do all the things you need to do before bed? Papa Bear asked. I did, Papa. Are you comfy? Yes, Papa. How about Twiggle, Wolfy, and Madeline? Are they ready for a great sleep? I think they are always ready. And what about you, Cookie? Papa Bear asked, looking down at the little cat curled at the foot of the bed. Cookie meowed. I think that means she's ready too, papa Bear said with a chuckle. Okay, give me a hug and a kiss and I'll leave a story on for you to listen to. Thank you, Papa, bernice said sleepily, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a great big squeeze. And that is the end of our story. Good night. Sleep tight, Sa.