Alright, buckle in—this is gonna be the wildest, silliest, most bananas bedtime story Zeke has ever heard.
“Zeke and the Great Underpants Heist of Planet Zonk”
Once upon a Tuesday that felt suspiciously like a Wednesday, Zeke was sitting in his spaceship made entirely of grilled cheese sandwiches (with pickle controls, of course), when a flashing message appeared on his banana-shaped screen.
“EMERGENCY: Underpants stolen from EVERYONE on Planet Zonk. Come quick, bring waffles.”
Zeke, the bravest Space Hero in Pajamas, gasped so hard he hiccuped out a jellybean.
“Rhys! Start the thrusters!” he yelled to his trusty co-pilot dog, who was wearing aviator goggles and chewing on a squeaky meteor.
“Bark-woof-zoom!” barked Rhys, which in Doggish means “You got it, Captain!”
They zoomed through the jellybean galaxy, narrowly avoiding a floating spaghetti monster, a disco-dancing llama in a tutu, and a very confused flying mailbox named Kevin.
When they landed on Planet Zonk, it was chaos. Aliens were running everywhere, yelling things like, “My bum is breezy!” and “Where are my sparkly banana-patterned underpants?!”
Zeke stood on a pile of inflatable flamingos and declared, “Fear not, I, Zeke the Underpants Avenger, shall save your underbutts!”
Just then, a mysterious villain appeared, riding a giant pogo stick made of mashed potatoes. He wore 47 hats stacked on top of each other and introduced himself as…
“THE GREAT PANTSNATCHER!!!”
“I have taken ALL the underpants,” he cackled. “Even the ones no one wears anymore but refuses to throw away!”
“But… why?” asked Zeke.
The Pantsnatcher sniffled. “Because… no one ever invited me to Underpants Appreciation Day! I wanted in on the fun!”
Zeke thought for a second, then did a triple cartwheel and yelled, “Let’s throw the BIGGEST Underpants Party in the universe, and YOU’RE invited!”
The Pantsnatcher’s eyes filled with tears. “You mean… even me?”
“Especially you!” said Zeke. “But only if you return the underpants and promise never to steal butt-covers again.”
The Pantsnatcher agreed, and moments later, the sky exploded with confetti, marshmallow fireworks, and one slightly confused moose on a trampoline.
They danced the Underpants Boogie, Rhys DJ’d with his tail, and everyone got a fresh pair of glittery party underpants.
And from that day on, Zeke was known across the galaxy as:
Zeke the Brave, Hero of Hineys, Protector of Pantaloons!
And as he and Rhys flew home in their grilled cheese spaceship, Zeke looked out at the stars and said:
“Another bum saved. Another bedtime earned.”
THE END.
Good night, Captain Zeke. May your dreams be filled with sparkly underpants, flying flamingos, and mashed potato pogo sticks.
