A patchwork landscape of wooden towns across Plystralia - a vast region of forests, sawmills, and tiny plank villages connected by winding creeks and bridges.
Ply Bob and Maple live in a cozy workshop near Splinter Creek Airfield, where they’ve built a curious wooden aircraft - the Plyplane, made entirely of Baltic birch and powered by sawdust fuel and heart.
Their mission? To help fix and heal timber folk all across the land - broken boards, cracked spirits, and leaky roofs too.
The Sky Calls
Morning light filters through the clouds as Ply Bob checks the propeller and Maple loads their wooden first-aid kit full of wood glue, varnish bandages, and tiny nails. A radio message crackles through:
“Mayday! Mayday! The fence family in Barkville’s been split by the storm!”
Maple nods. “Looks like another day in the skies, Doctor Bob.”
Ply Bob salutes. “Let’s ply and fly!”
Over the Forest Canopy
The Plyplane soars above the treetops. Birds wave their wings as they pass, and below, fallen branches and damaged cottages peek through the mist. Maple charts their course, sketching notes on a veneer map.
They land beside Barkville’s fence family - a row of pickets bent and cracked by heavy rain.
Maple gently paints antiseptic varnish while Ply Bob reinforces each plank with care.
“Hold still now,” he says kindly. “We’ll have you standing tall again in no time.”
When finished, the fence gleams proudly in the sun.
“Good as new!” says Maple. “You’ll weather any storm now.”
The Whimpering Windmill
Next stop: Windy Hollow. An old windmill moans with every turn - its wooden arms aching from wear. Ply Bob climbs up with his trusty mallet, tightening the joints while Maple oils the gears.
“You’re creaking less already!” she laughs.
The windmill spins smoothly again, whispering a thank-you as they take off once more.
Night in the Sky
As dusk falls, stars twinkle over Plystralia. The Plyplane hums softly. Maple leans out the window, waving at twinkling house lights below.
“Think we fixed enough for one day?”
Ply Bob smiles. “There’s always another plank to patch, but first - a good rest.”
Tomorrow’s Call
At sunrise, a new message buzzes through their radio:
“Urgent! A termite outbreak near Gumville!”
Ply Bob grabs his hat. “Maple, start the engine!”
She grins. “The Plying Doctors are on the way!”
The Plyplane lifts off once more, sunlight gleaming across its wings - carrying two heroes who mend the world, one plank at a time.
