Morning Routine

Ms. Crayon Cat stretched her arms above her head as sunlight poured through the colorful windows of her crayon house. The walls shimmered in red, blue, and yellow hues, casting rainbow patterns across her bedroom floor.

"Good morning, beautiful day!" she called out, her red hair catching the light as she adjusted her blue mask.

From downstairs came the sound of her wives bustling about. She could hear Luna, one of her Maid Cat wives, humming while preparing breakfast. The smell of fresh pancakes drifted up the waxy stairs.

Ms. Crayon Cat grabbed her giant black crayon from its holder on the wall. The blue details glowed softly in her hands, responding to her touch. She slipped into her sleek black supersuit, checking that everything fit perfectly.

"Time to see what Wild Canvas City needs today," she murmured, walking to her window. The city stretched out below, its buildings painted in every color imaginable. But something looked different this morning. Several buildings seemed oddly gray and dull.

The Morning Delivery

Ms. Crayon Cat flew down to the kitchen where Luna was flipping pancakes. The calico cat landed gracefully on the checkered floor.

"Luna, did you notice anything strange outside today?" Ms. Crayon Cat asked, adjusting her blue mask.

Luna, the white-furred cat with green eyes and silver bob haircut, paused with her spatula in the air. "Now that you mention it, the mail carrier looked worried when he dropped off our package this morning."

A knock echoed through the crayon house. Ms. Crayon Cat opened the door to find a nervous-looking mail carrier clutching a small box.

"Ms. Crayon Cat! Thank goodness you're here," the young man said, his brown hair messy from running. "I'm Jake, and I deliver mail all over Wild Canvas City. Something terrible is happening at the crayon factory!"

He handed her the box. Inside was a note and a broken piece of gray crayon.

"The factory machines broke down three days ago," Jake continued, wiping sweat from his forehead. "No new crayons are being made. Kids across the city are running out of colors for their art projects. Some schools might cancel art class completely!"

Ms. Crayon Cat examined the dull, lifeless crayon piece. This explained the gray buildings she had noticed.