The Marshmallow Spy
A round, soft, *slightly sticky* marshmallow with serious James Bond delusions—and zero survival training.
Once upon a campsite, there was a marshmallow named Marty.
Marty was round. Soft. A little sticky.
But most importantly—Marty thought he was a secret agent.
Every night, Marty would roll to the edge of the picnic table and whisper,
“Base, this is Fluffy Agent 007. I’ve got eyes on the graham crackers.”
One night, Marty saw something terrifying:
A hungry camper reaching for the bag.
“Code Brown! Code Brown!” Marty squeaked.
He tried to hide… by jumping into the hot cocoa.
Big mistake.
Marty didn’t melt dramatically.
He just… puffed up.
Like a tiny, confused balloon.
Then he slowly bobbed around the cup like, “Mission accomplished?”
The camper drank him anyway.
No regrets.
Moral of the story:
If you ever become a secret agent—
maybe don’t hide in the hot drink. ☕🍡
Now… who wants to toast a non-spy marshmallow?
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