Gatwick Bear and the Secret Plans

I'm nothing like any other bear. First of all, I have an unbearable name. You might have already seen me stomping around the airport named after me. (Or, was I named after the airport?) Whatever! If you've never seen me, you need to look around more carefully next time you're in departures – I might be there! You'll recognise me because my fur is mega-ruffled at the back and super-tidy at the front. Oh, yes, also I have a navy-blue waistcoat sewn on me like those once worn by old-fashioned bears. Until I was spotted over the CCTV system by security I had quite a boring little life at the airport. But all that changed suddenly when I boarded a plane while being hunted down by the vicious Miss Acid, the Head of Security. And, soon after, I got caught up in the dangerous world of top secret agents.

Will I go back to living the sorry life of poverty at Gatwick Airport, or am I made for grander things? Read my story to find out!