Chhota Bheem Aur Krishna «REAL • SERIES»

Bheem closed his eyes and called out loudly, “Krishna! I’m not alone!”

Curious and brave, Bheem followed. There, sitting on a low branch, was a little boy with dark blue skin, sparkling eyes, and a crown of peacock feathers. He was none other than – but in his child form, the Makhan Chor of Vrindavan. Chhota Bheem Aur Krishna

Krishna laughed. “Not ‘we’ – you first. Ghurnasur fears only one thing: the pure strength of a true friend. I’ll watch from the shadows.” Bheem closed his eyes and called out loudly, “Krishna

Instantly, Krishna appeared – not with a weapon, but with a tiny butter pot. He smiled and flicked a bit of butter at Ghurnasur’s giant ear. The butter melted into the demon’s ear, tickling him so much that he spun out of control, sneezed out the flute, and flew away screaming, “Not butter! Anything but butter!” He was none other than – but in

Krishna caught his flute, played a single soft note, and the whole cave filled with rainbow light. Outside, Dholakpur’s birds began singing again, and the river sparkled.

Bheem tried to punch him, but his fists passed right through the wind-demon. Ghurnasur laughed and trapped Bheem in a whirlwind. Just when Bheem thought he’d fail, he remembered Krishna’s words: “Pure strength of a true friend.”