Far, far away, where the stars twinkle like sugar crystals and the planets hum lullabies, there was a tiny spaceship named Zippy. It smelled like warm cinnamon buns—because Adrian, the kindest little astronaut in the galaxy, had accidentally spilled his snack in the engine. Pssht! The ship coughed, then purred like a sleepy kitten.

Adrian’s spacesuit was patched with duct tape (his favorite color: glittery pink) and felt as scratchy as a cat’s tongue. But he didn’t mind. Today was the day he’d deliver a very important package to Planet Glimmer: the Golden Truth Bell, a magical bell that rang only when someone told the truth. Ding! It was so shiny, Adrian’s eyes watered just looking at it.

"Zippy," Adrian whispered, "let’s go faster than a comet’s sneeze!" VROOM! The ship zoomed, leaving a trail of sparkles. But then—BONK!—Adrian bumped his head on the control panel. The Golden Truth Bell tumbled out of his hands and rolled… right into the Cheese Moon’s crater. Splat! It landed in a puddle of gooey, glowing space-cheese. The smell? Like a sock left in the sun for a week.

Adrian’s stomach twisted like a pretzel. Oh no. The bell was supposed to help the Glimmerians stop arguing. If he told them he’d lost it, they’d be mad. Maybe even very mad. His knees wobbled like jelly. He could just… say the bell was delayed. Or broken. Or eaten by a space whale. Gulp.

But then, the bell let out a tiny ding!—all by itself. Adrian gasped. The cheese around it melted away, and the bell floated up, glowing. "Huh," Adrian muttered. "It only rings for the truth… even when the truth is messy."

Taking a deep breath (which smelled like burnt toast—Zippy’s engine was acting up again), Adrian pressed the comm button. "Uh, hello, Glimmerians? I have… a tiny problem." His voice squeaked like a mouse. "I dropped the bell in the Cheese Moon. And now it’s… well, it’s cheesy."

Silence. Then—HAHAHA!—the Glimmerians burst out laughing. "Oh, Adrian!" said their leader, wiping tears from her eyes. "We thought you’d never tell! We’ve been waiting for someone honest enough to admit a mistake." The bell dinged again, louder this time, and the cheese on it turned into rainbow sprinkles. Pop! Pop! Pop!

Back on Zippy, Adrian grinned. His spacesuit felt softer than a cloud now. The ship smelled like fresh-baked cookies (because the Glimmerians had given him a whole tin). And best of all? The Golden Truth Bell was safe—and so was his heart. Ding!

As Zippy flew home, Adrian whispered, "Next time, I’ll hold on tighter." The stars twinkled back, as if to say: We know you will.