Vernon pointed a claw toward the distant clock tower of the woodland town. “The Schnitzelhausen Annual Baking Competition is tomorrow. First prize: a solid gold rolling pin and enough cash to buy our own mountain. But here’s the thing—we don’t bake. We steal .”
The raccoons exchanged nervous glances. The weasel whispered, “But who’s the target?” be prepared hoodwinked song
“They have no idea what’s coming. But neither does Red. This is going to be fun to watch.” Vernon pointed a claw toward the distant clock