"Mr. Bean and the Accidental Trip to the Moon!"

One sunny morning, Mr. Bean woke up to an annoying noise outside. He looked out the window and saw a huge tour bus with the words: "Interactive Space Center Tour!"

He smiled widely and said to himself,
“Oh! A space center… maybe they have a machine that makes sandwiches automatically!”

He put on his usual green suit, got into his tiny yellow car, and followed the bus all the way to the center. There, he wandered around and fiddled with every button he could find—out of pure curiosity, of course—until he suddenly found himself inside a giant rocket model. He thought it was just a ride.

He sat in the chair and said, “Mmm… comfy!”
Suddenly, a robotic voice said: “Launching in 10… 9… 8…”
Before he could get up, the door shut automatically and the rocket launched—for real!

In space, Mr. Bean was floating around the capsule trying to catch his flying cheese sandwich, doing a sort of zero-gravity circus show. Eventually, the rocket landed on the moon. Instead of planting a flag, he planted his toothbrush—he’d forgotten the flag in the bathroom.

On the way back, the rocket bumped into a Russian satellite, which made it spin around Earth for three full hours. During that time, Mr. Bean cooked an egg using sunlight through the window.

He finally returned to Earth and landed in the middle of a football stadium during a championship game. The crowd thought it was a halftime show and started cheering wildly, while he stepped out of the rocket—dirty, holding the egg, and smiling like nothing ever happened.

The next day, the newspaper headline read:
“Unknown Man in Green Suit Flies to the Moon and Returns with an Egg”
Mr. Bean smiled at the article and said,
“Well… at least the egg didn’t break.”

After his accidental trip to the Moon, Mr. Bean became a global celebrity. People waved at him on the street, asked for autographs, and one man even mistook him for an alien expert. Mr. Bean, of course, responded with a polite wave and then stuck a banana in his ear—just to be safe.

One day, while trying to microwave popcorn using solar power (again), he received a mysterious invitation in the mail. It read:

“Congratulations! You've been selected for the first civilian flight to Mars. Snacks included.”

He didn’t read anything beyond “snacks.” With a big grin, he packed a suitcase containing:

• A rubber duck

• Three pairs of socks (none matching)

• A framed photo of his car

• And, of course, his trusty toothbrush

At the space center, he boarded a sleek red spaceship called Marsberry 5000. As he sat down, he discovered the control panel looked suspiciously like a microwave. He couldn't resist—he pushed a big red button labeled “DO NOT PRESS.”

The spaceship launched instantly.

Once in space, things got weird. A sock floated into the engine. Mr. Bean chased it with a fly swatter, accidentally changing the course toward not Mars, but Mars Mall, a floating shopping center orbiting Jupiter.

He landed—somehow—right in the middle of an alien food court. The aliens were green, had three eyes, and wore flip-flops. Mr. Bean, thinking he was in a themed amusement park, tried to order a hot dog. Instead, he got a glowing blue sausage that bounced off his head and turned into a hamster.

Panicking, he ran into a toy store, slipped on alien goo, and ended up trapped inside a spacesuit costume with “Supreme Galactic Leader” written on it. The aliens mistook him for their emperor and carried him on a throne made of bubble wrap.

For three days, he ruled the alien mall—accidentally. He created a law that all beings must wear hats made of cheese. Sales of dairy products skyrocketed. He received a medal shaped like a spaghetti fork.

Eventually, he pressed the wrong button on his throne, which triggered the “emergency eject” sequence. He was launched back to Earth in a giant delivery pod labeled “Return to sender.”

He crash-landed in his own backyard, sat up with dirt in his ears, and smiled.

“Well,” he said, pulling out the hamster (now his pet), “next time… I’ll pack extra socks.”