In the heart of Marrakech, where the scent of spices dances on the breeze and the souks burst with colour, chaos and chatter, Timmy and his fruity sidekick, Pukey Apple Guy, were on a very important mission.
It started like any other semi-sane day in the souks of Fez. The air was alive with the scent of spices, the jingle of silver bangles, and the occasional goat wearing sunglasses (don't ask).
As the balloon bobbed like a confused jellyfish over the Strait of Gibraltar, the sky shifted hues with an unsettling eagernessâlike the atmosphere itself was flipping channels.
Timmy the Time Traveller has been many things in his wildly unpredictable adventures: steampunk inventor, accidental pharaoh, and once briefly mistaken for Queen Victoriaâs lost cousin. But nothing â nothing â has prepared him for the most treacherous mission of allâŚ
In an unexpected ripple through the time-stream (and probably after Pukey Apple Guy pressed the wrong button again), Timmy the Time Traveller crash-landed straight into the digital dojo of Warrior Spirit Inuâand letâs just say, timelines havenât been the same since.
Timmy the Time Traveller had barely recovered from his wild dream about The Arena when his trusty sidekick, Pukey the apple-loving adventurer, burst through the Time-Vault doors.