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The cockpit hatch burst open. A lanky, silver-furred bear in a patched leather bomber jacket climbed out, coughing. “Baloo! You old beach ball! Still flying, I see!”

Then the sirens wailed.

“That’s the source,” Ringo said. “A generator. Prehistoric, maybe. The old records called it the ‘Heart of the Sky.’ If we can recalibrate it, the compass will point north again. Plus, the salvage rights alone…” talespin complete series

Rebecca snatched the paper, read it, and—for the first time all week—smiled. “Fine. But you’re flying the night shift.” The cockpit hatch burst open