Once upon a potty, in a warm and wiggly tummy, lived a brave little poop named John Popi.

John wasn’t just any poop. No, no — he wore a tiny red cape and dreamed of one day making his Great Toilet Journey like all the legendary poops before him.

"I’m ready for my big adventure!" John Popi would shout, bouncing around inside Belly Town. "Flush me to freedom!"

But up above, in the real world, a little boy named Milo was having a hard time. Milo didn’t want to use the toilet. The idea felt... weird. And kinda scary.

So Milo wore diapers, even though he was getting big. And John Popi? Well, he waited. And waited. And waited.

One day, John Popi gathered his poop pals — Curly Carl, Squiggle Sue, and a tiny toot named Puff.

"It’s time!" John said. "We can’t stay cooped up in Belly Town forever. We were born to flush!"

Just then, Milo’s tummy made a gurgly noise.

"Uh-oh," said Milo. "I think I have to go..."

John Popi cheered, "Toilet time is go time!"

Milo ran to the bathroom. He stared at the big white bowl. It looked like a mini spaceship.

He felt nervous.

"Don’t worry, Milo!" said a tiny voice from deep inside. "You can do this! I believe in you!"

(Okay... maybe it was just his tummy rumbling, but it felt like a voice.)

Milo sat down. He held his favorite stuffed bunny tight. He waited...

And then — plop!

"WAHOOO!" yelled John Popi as he splashed down into the sparkling toilet water. "I MADE IT! I’M A REAL TOILET TRAVELER NOW!"

Milo blinked. Then he laughed. “Bye, John Popi!”

He wiped, washed his hands with soapy bubbles, and proudly told his mum, "I used the toilet all by myself!"

From that day on, Milo and John Popi became a team — a Toilet Team. And every time Milo had to go, he remembered the tiny hero with the red cape who wasn’t afraid to flush into the unknown.

The End.