Image Description: The cover shows a surreal, space-fantasy scene. In the foreground floats Norman, a plain golden-brown ring donut with a light dusting of sugar. He has friendly eyes, a small smile, and dough-textured arms and legs, standing with a hint of “old rocker” casualness. A faint star-shaped sugar patch marks his side. Behind him, a glowing bakery portal shimmers, showing wooden shelves inside Gloria’s Bakery. Beyond the portal stretches the Donut Dimension: frosting clouds swirl, cinnamon-sugar planets orbit caramel suns, and sprinkles glitter across nebulae. In the distance, a glowing orb — the Sugar-sphere — radiates sugary light, hinting at the adventure to come. The title at the top reads: The Donut Dimension – Volume One: Norman and the Sugar-sphere.
Every adventure brings new dangers, and Norman is learning fast. From Gloria’s Bakery to the sugar-crusted plains of Ringus Minor, he’s already discovered that the glaze holding the Donut Dimension together is thinning. Guided by Jammiana and the eccentric Professor Choco-Sprinkle, Norman now sets out on a perilous journey to the legendary Asteroid 99. But to reach it, they must first survive the treacherous Chocolate Chunk Belt…
Chapter Three – The Sprinkle Belt Run
The Custard Comet rumbled as it sped through space, biscuit-legs tucked neatly into its hull, frosting vapour trailing behind like a comet’s tail. Norman pressed his face to the window, wide-eyed at the sight before him.
Ahead lay the Chocolate Chunk Belt — a drifting river of molten cocoa, broken into jagged chunks the size of houses. They floated and collided slowly, but with enough weight to crush a donut flat.
The whole belt shimmered darkly, broken pieces glowing at the edges as if just pulled from an oven.
“This,” said Jammiana, tightening her liquorice-lace harness, “is where the fun begins.”
Professor Choco-Sprinkle leaned over the console, fiddling with a dial made from peppermint rock. “Asteroid 99 drifts through the middle of that mess. Its sprinkles carry the map we need. But one wrong turn and…” He mimed a splat with his hands, sending a puff of icing sugar into the air.
Norman swallowed hard. “Right. No pressure, then,”
he said.
The Comet slid into the chocolate chunk belt. Instantly, huge chunks of chocolate loomed around them, bumping and grinding like tectonic plates. Norman gripped the armrests. Every time the ship tilted, custard sloshed audibly in the jam-tanks.
“Steady steady” muttered Jammiana.
She twisted the caramel wheel hard, skimming between two chunks that clashed together with a thunderous crack. A spray of hot fudge splattered across the window, oozing down in sticky rivers.
Suddenly, the ship jolted. A massive fritter-shaped craft swung into view, its hull patched with burnt sugar and fried dough plating.
“Oh no,” groaned Jammiana. “Its the fritter gang.”
The rogue fritters were notorious — lumpy, over-fried pastries who lived off anything they could scavenge from the Belt. Their leader, a sugar-crusted brute with a broken glaze, grinned through the viewscreen.
“Well, well,” he drawled. “What have we here? A little Comet on a sprinkle hunt?”
“Keep moving,” hissed Choco-Sprinkle, “Don’t engage them.”
But the fritters weren’t here for a chat.
With a roar of oil-burners, their ship lunged forward, trying to cut them off.
“Norman!” shouted Jammiana. “Can you handle the navi-levers?!”
Norman blinked. “The what?!”
“Those levers!” She pointed at a pair of sugarcane handles by his seat. “Plain donuts can slip through cracks the rest of us can’t. Trust yourself!”
Heart thudding, Norman yanked the levers. Instantly, the Comet dipped and rolled, sliding through a narrow gap between two colliding chocolate slabs. The fritter ship slammed against the debris with a crunch, its hull scraping along the molten cocoa.
“Yes!” cried Norman, a wild grin spreading across his face.
They raced deeper into the Belt, weaving through impossible spaces. Norman’s plain, unassuming shape let him read the gaps instinctively, finding paths that Jammiana herself might have missed.
The Custard Comet darted and danced like a streak of frosting in the dark.
At last, a glimmer appeared ahead. A lone asteroid spun slowly, coated in rainbow sprinkles that sparkled like stars.
“Asteroid 99,” breathed Choco-Sprinkle.
As the Custard Comet pulled alongside the asteroid Jammiana used the robotic sugar-spatula and scraped a cluster of sprinkles into a crystal jar.
As she carefully guided the jar back into the comet with the robotic spatular, the fritter ship groaned back into view, battered but not beaten.
“Go, go, go!” she shouted.
Norman hit the stabilisers again. The Comet shot forward, leaving the fritters choking in a spray of fudge. The Belt spat them out into open glaze-space,
As asteroid 99 was now safely behind them.
Panting, Norman slumped back into his seat. “Did… did we make it?”
Jammiana held up the jar of sprinkles. Inside, faint glowing lines shifted and danced, forming a map.
“We did more than make it,” she said. “We’ve got our path to the Hole at the Centre of the Universe.”
Choco-Sprinkle whooped, spraying sugar everywhere. “Onward!” he cried.
And far ahead, unseen, the Sugarsphere pulsed — waiting.
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