In a cozy little town nestled between green hills, there lived a family of tiny helicopters. The mommy helicopter, Holly, and the daddy helicopter, Hank, loved their little whirlybird, Timmy, more than anything in the world. Every morning, Holly and Hank would take turns hovering overhead as Timmy zoomed around the park, making sure the big trees and playful birds didn't surprise him.
One sunny day, Timmy spotted a group of clouds that looked like fluffy sheep floating in the sky. Curious and excited, he wanted to fly up and see them. "Wait!" cried Holly. "Those clouds might be too tricky!" "Hold on a second," warned Hank, "What if the wind is too strong?"

But Timmy was determined. "I think I'm brave enough to try," he said, his little rotor blades buzzing with excitement. Slowly, Holly and Hank started to let Timmy fly higher and higher, staying close but giving him room to explore.

Timmy dipped and twirled through the clouds, discovering new shapes and patterns. Holly and Hank watched from below, proud and a bit nervous. And then, out of the blue, Timmy spotted something shiny shimmering far away.

It looked like a secret island floating in the sky! What could be on that mysterious, glittering island?