Macon's birthday is tomorrow, but we partied today. Once we found the cake that is.
Shortly after everyone arrived, the doorbell rang urgently and repeatedly, and the boys rushed downstairs to discover a TOP SECRET letter to Macon stating that the cake had been stolen! Some were incredulous at first: we'd all seen the cake only a few minutes earlier. But sure enough, the cake was gone, and only a scattering of crumbs and a crumpled napkin remained!
Luckily, our detectives, armed with magnifying glasses and badges, were on the case.
They followed clues around the neighborhood . . .
. . . even following cat prints, which pointed them toward McLeod's house.
McLeod was working in her yard when they approached, loudly accusing her cat, Rikki, of cake theft.
McLeod protested. Rikki? A cake thief?! No!!
She assured the boys that he would have taken cake only if it had been tuna cake. They were certain the cake was "regular," but she invited them to check around Rikki's bowl to make sure.
Rikki's bowl was bereft of cake crumbs, but they did find another clue suggesting Darth Vader was the culprit!
One more clue later, and they were back at home, ready to blow out candles and dig in to Macon's favorites: popcorn, cheese, strawberries, shrimp, and cake!