It was a quiet night.

In the Jungle-Qumi tribe, all the soldiers were asleep,

and only Mr.Chips couldn't fall asleep.

Well, that's how it happened.

Where did I lose my dream? thought

Mr.Chips. I must go and find it. There

And Mr.Chips set off to find his dream.

I wish I could dream of my beloved

Cassie, thought Mr.Chips.

So this is my lost dream,

thought Mr.Chips.

Mr.Chips immediately realized it wasn't

his. He's his.

So this is my real dream,

thought Mr.Chips.

Once upon a time, this story happened to little shaman Scooter.

So, where should I start? thought

Scooter. With lemon lollipops. Or

strawberry muffins.

Oh, no, not that. Someone ate all

the lemon lollipops.

What? And someone ate all the strawberry muffins?

"A thief must have come last night,"

thought Scooter. He was the one who ate all my

treats.

That day, Cassie flew past on her flying motorcycle.

Quite by chance, Cassie had a real time machine in her trunk.

Cassie

suggested that Scooter go back in time,

catch the thief, and find out who ate all the

treats.

Hooray! The time machine is working.

The strawberry muffins are still there.

What if the thief is eating lemon

lollipops right now?

Everything seems to be in place.

What if at this very moment

strawberry

muffins?

Hmm. The muffins are still there. So, what

should we guard? Muffins or lollipops?

But Scooter had a better idea. Why guard them at all?

Okay, Scooter, that's enough eating, it's time for you

to go back. Come on, come on, come on,

come on, come on, come on, come on.

So Scooter never found out who really ate all the goodies.