Hi, folks! You know, aside from beating a million-point score challenge by 200K with a Triple Score Cool Clear shot for Ultimate Extreme Fever, there’s almost nothing nicer than a relaxing cup of tea. That said, WHERE’S MY TEA, DAMMIT?
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Typically, here at the Peggle Institute we have our tea shipped directly from our suppliers in Peggle India. It’s a special blend containing vanilla, caramel, theobromine and crystalized fairy flatulence, and I really rely on a cup every morning to center myself before dealing with the day’s fiascos.
Until today. Today I cantered into the Institute’s kitchen, levered the tea drawer open with my horn and found… nothing! The drawer was completely empty! It didn’t even have air in it! Someone had stolen my tea and air and failed to replace it!
These situations are always sticky. Obviously it’s bad form to gallop around accusing masters or students of stealing tea, particularly when you have nothing but white-hot suspicions to go on. It’s true I’ve had to berate Lord Cinderbottom several times this week for leaving piles of empty teacups spilling into the hallway from his office, just as it’s also true I saw him leaving the kitchen slurping the last drop of my particular favorite tea just as I was trotting in for some.
But these things must be dealt with delicately. I need proof of his involvement. That’s why I’ve hired surveillance ants to stake out the kitchen ceiling and keep an eye on the tea drawer. The moment they sense someone jacking tea, they’re to release pheromones notifying me of the theft. Sniff sniff! In fact they’re signaling right now! Time to catch somebody in the act! Gotta go!
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