Milo blinked his sleepy eyes, gazing at the bright round moon hanging outside his window. The moon looked extra shiny tonight, almost like it was winking just at him. He hugged his favorite stuffed rabbit, Mr. Hops, a little tighter and whispered, "I wish I could slide all the way up to the moon tonight."

Milo gasped as the room filled with a gentle whoosh—SWISH, SWISH!—and the moon slide appeared, glimmering in the dark. The slide sparkled like diamonds and hummed with a gentle, magical tune. "Mr. Hops, let’s go!" he cheered, climbing onto the cool, silvery slide.

Milo and Mr. Hops zipped past a sleepy cloud, giggling as the cloud yawned a big, puffy yawn—YAWN—sending sparkles into the night. The slide twisted, turned, and dipped, making Milo’s tummy feel tickly. "Wheeee! Up to the moon we go!" he laughed, his voice echoing among the stars.

Milo landed with a gentle BOING on a moon trampoline, giggling as he bounced higher and higher. He saw friendly moon-mice in little helmets, sliding down star slides and playing tag with shooting stars. "Hello, moon friends! Can we play too?" Milo called, and the moon-mice wiggled their whiskers in delight.

Milo and Mr. Hops joined a game of hop-and-glow, hopping from one glowing crater to another, each step lighting up in rainbow colors—BOOP, BOOP, BOOP! The moon-mice cheered and spun in circles, tossing sparkly moon-dust through the air. "This is the best night ever!" Milo shouted, his eyes wide with wonder.

Milo waved goodbye as the moon-mice squeaked, "Come back and play again, Milo!" The slide sparkled as he and Mr. Hops zipped down, past the giggling clouds and sleepy stars, and back into his soft, warm bed. The moon twinkled through his window, and Milo whispered, "Goodnight, moon. Goodnight, slide. Goodnight, magic adventure."