“This is not a drill,” Tom whispered. “My mom’s emergency ice cream money has been… compromised .”
From the kitchen, a voice called out: “Why is my dollar covered in googly eyes? And why is Lily wearing a pirate hat on the couch?”
“In a shocking twist, the culprit was not a cat, nor a pigeon, nor a rogue squirrel. It was… sibling love.”
A shadow fell over them. Lily, age four, stood there holding a glue stick and wearing a pirate hat. “Are you looking for my treasure?” she asked sweetly.
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.’”