Jellyfish on bicycles

It was a drizzly night in SnoozyTown. Rain was drifting gently onto the windows, and inside, M and T were curled up by the fire, wrapped in soft blankets and warm thoughts.

M gave a little sigh of happiness. “I’m so glad I put my comfy socks on tonight.”

T wiggled his toes. “Oh yeah? I’ve actually got nine pairs on. I like to have the warmest feet in all the world.”

“Hmmm… still, nine could be a few too many, T. Don’t you think?” said M, smiling.

A kettle whistled from the stove as M finished her cup of camomile tea, her hands wrapped around the cup for warmth.

Just as the wind settled, a couple of gentle knocks came at the door. M and T glanced at each other—who could be visiting at this hour?

They opened the door to reveal Nimah looking very serious indeed.

Nimah wasted no time. “It’s bad. I need your help. I need the help of the Fixers.”

M and T exchanged a quiet glance. Everyone in SnoozyTown knew: when the Fixers were needed, something curious was afoot. And when something curious was afoot, the Fixers and their friends were always ready for action.

“What happened?” they asked, already reaching for their Fixer T-shirts—their unofficial adventure uniforms, worn for all things curious and brave.

Nimah stepped inside, dripping but determined. “You’ll think I’ve lost my marbles, but I saw them. Jellyfish. On bicycles. They pedalled right past my window. One blue bike. One red. And now they’re everywhere.”

T blinked. “But jellyfish don’t have legs…”

“Exactly!” Nimah exclaimed. “That’s what makes it so weird. Come see for yourselves.”

Outside, the rain had quieted, but a lazy fog curled through the streets in sleepy streams. Somewhere nearby, a bike chain rattled…

Nimah led the way, pointing ahead. “They’re gathering near the museum,” she whispered. “It’s completely surrounded.”

“We will need help from above,” said M, as she pulled out the walkie-talkie and gave it a tap.

She spoke softly into it. “Opa, are you free?”

Opa the Drone Operator was often M & T’s eyes and ears in the skies on their adventures.

The reply crackled back almost instantly. “Always for you two. Launching now,” said Opa.

From the rooftop of his tower, Opa’s drone lifted into the air, its tiny wings slicing through the mist.

“Okay—take the next right,” he guided. “Move quick. Jellyfish are not far away!”

They dashed down side streets and alleyways, Nimah nearly missing a turn before Opa barked through the line: “Nimah! Back! Take the alley on the left now!”

Just in time, they slipped into the shadows as a shimmering swarm of jellyfish pedalled past.

T exhaled. “Thanks, Opa. That was close.”

At the museum gates, they looked up and could see the giant jewel shimmering in a top window.

They headed through the main gate but before them stood three tall guards, locked in place like statues, blocking the entrance.

“No entry,” said the biggest one in the middle. Their voice firm and cold. “Nothing to see. Move along.”

M tilted her head. “We’re just checking the building’s secure… There are strange things happening in SnoozyTown tonight.”

The guards stood their ground. “You shall not pass.”

But something was off. T spotted a small tear in one guard’s sleeve—beneath it, a feathery patch shimmered faintly in the streetlight.

“That’s not a real guard,” T murmured. “That’s a disguise.”

Nimah’s eyes widened. “Could it be… Lee-i? The bad fairy queen?”

M pressed her walkie-talkie again to call another friend of theirs: the head of the museum, Director Mofete.

A hushed voice came back.

“I’m locked in my office! Lee-i flew in, took over the museum, and sealed me in. But Fixers, don’t give up. There’s a secret way in. Go to the sunflower bed, west side. Say: ‘Open, sunflowers.’”

Without a moment to lose, they darted across the square, weaving between jellyfish cyclists and hiding behind lamp posts.

At last, they reached the towering sunflower bed.

Nimah paused, resting a hand on her borrowed Fixer T-shirt. A proud flutter rose in her chest—she could do this.

And fearlessly, she said: “Open, sunflowers!”

With a gentle hum, the flowers parted, revealing a narrow staircase winding down into the earth below the museum.

Inside, the halls were still and golden. The three Fixers moved quietly in their socks, the air dusty and hushed.

Upstairs, in the main exhibit hall, Lee-i hovered above a giant glass jewel case—wings frantic, zipping in wild circles.

Her jellyfish helpers tapped and tugged at the lock, trying everything to get inside.

The jewel case was still sealed tight. Director Mofete had told the Fixers exactly where to find the key—but with Lee-i darting so fast, there was no way they could reach it yet. There were too many jellyfish. Too much movement.

They needed a way to slow everything down.

T leaned in close. “Fairies hate water, right? Doesn’t it make their wings soggy and heavy?”

M smiled, spotting a big red handle on the wall. “There. The fire alarm. I think this counts as an emergency!”

With a shatter of glass, the sprinklers burst to life. Water poured from the ceiling, drenching the room in a silvery storm.

Lee-i shrieked, her wings drooping instantly, and crashed softly to the floor like a soaked duvet.

M nodded once. Now was their chance.

In one smooth motion, the Fixers raced to the hidden key Director Mofete had described, unlocked the jewel case, and—with all their strength—lifted the soggy fairy queen inside.

The moment the lid clicked shut, everything changed.

The jellyfish froze in midair. Their queen had been captured. They were confused and lost.

One by one, they let go of their handlebars, and drifted gently out the museum door and windows and into the quiet fog.

SnoozyTown held its breath for a moment. Then, all was still again. Thanks to the Fixers’ teamwork and quick thinking, goodness had won the day, and the town could rest easy once more.

Nimah rubbed her eyes. “Jellyfish on bicycles. That’s going in the dream journal.”

M gave a sleepy smile. “With fairy magic, anything is possible.”

T yawned, already turning toward home. “Good to know the Fixers stick together when things go all higgledy-piggledy… Now, let’s get back to our cups of tea.”

And so, with soggy socks and sleepy smiles, the Fixers wandered back through the winding streets. Above them, the clouds had cleared, and the stars blinked gently through the mist.

SnoozyTown had settled, and was ready to sleep.

The End.