In Moonlight Valley, the little workshop was glowing softly. Pip the robot was tidying tiny tools into neat little rows. He wiped a moon jar. He tucked in a blanket. He listened to the quiet hum of the night. Pip was usually happy to fix things, sort things, and shine things. But tonight, his round teal eyes looked a little wistful. He folded his small metal hands and whispered, "I want a hug." The workshop stayed cozy and still.