In the heart of Melbourne, where the moonlight shimmered over the bay and laughter echoed from Luna Park, the wooden duo - Ply Bob and Maple - were getting ready for their favourite night of the year: Plyoween!
The air was full of excitement, and a hint of sawdust and pumpkin spice. Ply Bob wore his sharp little vampire cape, and Maple twirled in her witch’s hat with a bright red bow. Together, they were ready for a night of fun, frights, and plywood magic!
The Disappearing Decorations
When they arrived at Luna Park, the big smiling gate glowed under orange lights. But something was strange - half the decorations were gone! The pumpkins had rolled off, the banners had vanished, and the candy stands were mysteriously empty.
“Hmm,” Maple said, looking around. “Someone’s been sneaking treats before the party started.”
Ply Bob bent down and noticed tiny woodchip footprints leading toward the ghost train. “Looks like we’ve got a Plyoween mystery to solve!”
The Mischievous Ghosts of the Workshop
Inside the ghost train, flickering lanterns revealed three giggling figures - ghosts made of sawdust and fabric scraps from Ply Bob’s old workshop!
“We didn’t mean to scare anyone!” said the smallest ghost. “We just wanted to be part of Plyoween, but we didn’t have costumes!”
Maple smiled kindly. “Every bit of wood deserves to celebrate.”
She grabbed her paintbrush and dipped it into a glowing tin of varnish. With a few quick swirls, she gave the ghosts sparkly Plyoween costumes - golden masks, shiny buttons, and bright orange patterns that glowed in the dark.
The ghosts cheered and danced through the air, twinkling like fireflies in the night.
The Spell of the Wooden Moon
Just then, a cool breeze blew through Luna Park, and the clouds parted to reveal a glowing Wooden Moon - a magical moon that appeared only once every hundred Plyoweens.
Its light spilled over the park, making every plank, beam, and board shimmer with life. Ply Bob’s cape fluttered with sparkles, and Maple began to glow softly - her maple tones turning into warm, golden light.
Ply Bob reached out in awe. “Maple, you’re glowing!”
She smiled. “The Wooden Moon’s magic - it’s filling me with Plyoween spirit!”
The Morning After
By sunrise, the ghosts had tucked themselves back into the workshop rafters, the pumpkins were back in place, and Luna Park was calm once more.
Maple’s glow dimmed with the morning light, but her new golden sheen stayed - a gentle reminder of the night she was touched by Plyoween magic.
Ply Bob grinned and handed her a carved wooden candy in the shape of a star. “Happy Plyoween, Maple.”
She giggled. “And happy Plyoween to every chip, plank, and panel that believes in a little magic.”
