Pip zooms out into space. Solar panels hum excitedly. Earth glows blue below like a polished marble.
Jupiter waits in the dark—stormy and giant above. Pip spins to face first, drawn to its swirling heart.
Pip skims past Saturn’s rings but slips on icy debris. Tumbles sideways—a whirring beep escapes him.
Red dust swirls around his wheels as he lands softly on Mars. Like cinnamon sprinkles in a quiet hush.
He shoots straight up into a ring loop this time—bounces off like a rubber ball! Upside down now—chirps in surprise!
Back at the station, Luna wobbles—one screw loose from all the jostling. Pip grins: 'Fix time!'
Tiny wrench hand turns tight until lens clicks into focus. Satisfaction hums through Pip’s circuitry.
Together they point upward—first Jupiter’s storms, then Saturn’s gleaming rings, then Mars’ dusty plains...
