Baby Hulk[/@ch_1], green-skinned and impossibly strong—plays quietly near a sandbox.] Baby Hulk laughs, tossing a rubber ball high into the air, his small hands gripping it with surprising force. The quiet is soothing; the distant sound of birds and the hum of a passing car fill the evening air. "I like playing outside. Everything is nice and safe,"

Mrs. Jones, the elderly neighbor, stands near the curb, clutching her chest. She cries out, her voice trembling. "My cat! Mr. Whiskers is still inside!"

Baby Hulk[/@ch_1] looks toward the house, his expression shifting from curiosity to determination.] "Don't worry, I'll get Mr. Whiskers. I’m strong!" With powerful but tiny legs, Baby Hulk sprints across the yard. Neighbors gasp, unsure whether to stop him or cheer him on.

Baby Hulk[/@ch_1] pushes open the front door, shielding his face with one arm as he steps inside.] He calls out gently, hoping Mr. Whiskers will hear him. "Mr. Whiskers! Where are you?" From beneath an overturned armchair, a frightened white paw emerges, followed by a plaintive meow.

Baby Hulk[/@ch_1] hoists the armchair, revealing Mr. Whiskers, a fluffy tabby, shaking with fear. The flames crackle closer, illuminating their faces with a fierce glow.] Mr. Whiskers darts into Baby Hulk's arms, his fur singed but unharmed. Without hesitation, Baby Hulk charges out of the burning house, the fire roaring behind him. "Hold on tight! We're almost safe,"

Baby Hulk[/@ch_1] gently hands her the rescued cat. Fire trucks finally arrive, their lights flashing across the faces of the relieved onlookers. The sky is streaked with twilight, and the air smells of smoke and hope.] "Thank you, Baby Hulk! You saved my best friend," "I’m glad Mr. Whiskers is safe. Maybe tomorrow we can all play together,"