The Great Ticket Fiasco

Zippy was mid-flutter, practically vibrating with excitement. “Bumbly! The retro movie marathon starts in one hour! I can’t believe they’re showing all three ‘Sakura Spy’ films back-to-back!”

Bumbly, lounging in his cozy corner with a mug of lukewarm coffee balanced on his tummy, blinked slowly. “Yeah, I know. Can’t wait.”

Zippy zipped in front of him, wings buzzing. “Wait—you were supposed to buy the tickets!”

Bumbly paused. “...I thought about it.”

“You thought about it?!” Zippy squeaked, feathers fluffing in panic. “Bumbly, this is a once-a-year event! The midnight showing has an intermission with sushi snacks!”

He flinched. “Okay, okay. Lemme just—uh—log into the site. It’ll be fine.”

Zippy hovered beside him, watching with twitching anxiety as Bumbly slowly tapped at the keys. “Username… password… forgot password… wait, what was my email again?”

Zippy groaned and started flying frantic circles. “We’re doomed. Doomed to miss the secret-agent shrimp roll and the Wasabi Surprise.”

After fifteen minutes of escalating tech drama, error messages, and one spilled coffee (thankfully, not near the laptop), Zippy took charge.

“Okay! New plan!” she said, puffing up with determination. “I’ll call the box office. You roll into action—literally. We are making this happen.”

Ten minutes later, they were zooming (and rolling) down the street—Zippy flitting just ahead of Bumbly, who was trying to steer his wheelchair while balancing a thermos of backup coffee.

They arrived just in time, panting (well, Bumbly was—Zippy just buzzed faster). As they settled into their seats with popcorn and sushi, Bumbly sighed. “I promise I’ll plan ahead next time.”

Zippy smirked, snuggling into his side. “You said that last time. And the time before that.”

Bumbly grinned. “Yeah… but this time I mean it. Probably.”

She laughed, poking him gently. “Just don’t forget our coffee tasting tomorrow.”

Bumbly blinked. “...That was tomorrow?”

Zippy groaned dramatically, but her smile said it all. Life with Bumbly might be chaotic—but it was never, ever boring.