But for now, under the bridge, the gang sang their song, off-key but full of hope. And Flick, the squirrel who kept the records, wrote one final note:
Flick raised a tiny paw. “Um. Question. Have you met Red? She’s like… a ninja in a hoodie. She outran a pack of wolves last spring. On roller skates.” be prepared hoodwinked song
Vernon’s eye twitched. “That’s why we have a plan.” He snapped his claws again, and the weasel unrolled a blueprint of Granny’s cottage. “Phase one: The weasel creates a diversion—fake squirrel attack, very dramatic. Phase two: Raccoons cut the power line to the security jam-cam. Phase three: I go in through the window disguised as a health inspector. Phase four: We walk out with the strudel before Red even laces up her boots.” But for now, under the bridge, the gang
“They have no idea what’s coming. But neither does Red. This is going to be fun to watch.” Question