Morning Patrol

Super Marker Doe stretched her arms wide as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the towering markers of her home. The Super Marker Thicket stood like a colorful forest in the heart of Artist Wood Metropolis, each giant marker reaching toward the sky in brilliant hues.

"Another beautiful morning!" she called out, her yellow gloves gleaming as she adjusted her red cape.

Below her perch on a massive blue marker, the citizens of the metropolis were already starting their day. A young human artist named Jake walked by, carrying his easel and paint set. His brown hair caught the morning light as he waved up at her.

"Morning, Super Marker Doe! Ready for another day of keeping our city creative and safe?"

She smiled, her big brown eyes twinkling behind her yellow mask. "Always, Jake! The city depends on all of us working together."

As she prepared for her morning patrol, something felt different in the air today.

The Gray Morning

Super Marker Doe launched herself into the morning sky, her red cape streaming behind her as she soared above the bustling streets. The feeling that something was wrong grew stronger with each passing minute.

She landed gracefully on the roof of the Art Supply Academy, where students usually gathered for their morning painting class. But today, something was terribly different.

"My sunflowers!" cried a familiar voice below. "They're not yellow anymore!"

Super Marker Doe peered over the edge to see Mrs. Chen, the academy's art teacher, standing in the courtyard. The elderly woman with silver hair pulled back in a neat bun was holding up her canvas in dismay. Her painting showed sunflowers that were completely gray.

"That's impossible," Super Marker Doe whispered, floating down to investigate.

Mrs. Chen looked up with worried brown eyes. "Super Marker Doe! Thank goodness you're here. Look at this!" She gestured frantically at her easel. "I've been painting the same sunflowers for twenty years, but today my yellow paint won't work!"

Super Marker Doe examined the paint tubes scattered on the ground. Every yellow tube was empty, as if the color had simply vanished.