yeah... kinda reached the limet of 200 pages for my other octonauts oneshot book
so hares part 2!
some will be connected and some won't
(I used AI (https://www.bing.com/search?q=Bing+AI&showconv=1&FORM=hpcodx&adlt=strict&toWww=1&redig=8356BFB18A1E4E...
Joy, in her endless pursuit to keep Riley happy, discovers a hidden corner of Headquarters where she finds a special one that 'shines' brighter than the rest, a memory of Riley's pure joy watching
Intrigued by this memory, Joy touches it and is instantly Teleported Near the Octopod, where she meets the esteemed Captain Barnacles. The Octonauts are facing a operation: the Heart of the Ocean, a mystical gem that balances the emotions of all sea creatures, has been shattered, scattering its pieces across the ocean.
oh and a former Octonaut/Exiled Octonaut, Rosewood, A red wolf with Pink eyes, is After the parts too... but why?
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Joy looked around headquarters, Joy was an Emotion in the head of Riley, Alongside Sadness, Fear, Disgust and Anger...
Riley Was falling asleep so Night started to fall Around Headquarters... Everyone but Joy went to bed...
Joy walked around, Looking at the memories, Most of witch were about to be sent to Long-term Memory... one seemed to be out of the Shelves...
the Memory was a happy memory, Tellable by its yellow-color, Joy walked over to it, it had a slight Shiney-Mist tint to it...
Joy, with her ever-present glow, stood alone in the dimming light of Headquarters. The other emotions had long since succumbed to the quiet call of sleep, leaving Joy to her nocturnal musings. She meandered through the labyrinth of shelves, each cradling spheres of memories, their colors a testament to Riley's rich tapestry of experiences.
One orb, in particular, caught her eye—a radiant yellow memory, pulsating with a soft, shimmering mist, as if it were a beacon in the shadowed corner of Headquarters. It was out of place, not nestled in its rightful spot on the shelves but resting alone on the cool floor.
Joy approached it, her curiosity piqued. The memory seemed to hum with an energy that was familiar yet foreign, a paradox that beckoned her closer. She leaned in, observing the scenes within the orb. It was Riley, her face alight with wonder and joy, eyes fixed on the television screen that played the beloved adventures of the Octonauts.
