The blanket fell. The remote clattered.
Ben cleared his throat and shuffled a stack of crayon-scribbled notes. “Breaking news, Tom. Mrs. Gable’s cat, Mr. Whiskers, has been spotted on the roof again. Neighbors report he looked ‘unusually judgmental.’” tom and ben news
“In a shocking twist, the culprit was not a cat, nor a pigeon, nor a rogue squirrel. It was… sibling love.” The blanket fell
He held up a single, slightly chewed dollar bill. Tom. Mrs. Gable’s cat
They crouched behind the armchair, using a pair of sunglasses as “night vision goggles.” Ben narrated in a hushed tone: “Suspect left a trail of crumbs and… is this glitter?”