“Be forewarned,” Miss Newton says. “Here shenanigans run amok!”
Though exhausted after five weeks of sold out Broadway performances, Ruby Roo Sweetfeets, mistress of stage, theatre, and tower, knows better than to allow seemingly innocent blue blankets lie unwatched.
Perched upon the lone cardboard crag, high above crashing waves of laminate flooring, a ginger harbor seal of Colehaus Cove safely naps amid summery dreams of tasty tuna snacks.
“Talk fast. I shall only be but a minute longer!” Miss Olivia says, having arrived on her magic carpet from a trip afar and just before flying off again to lands yet unknown. “I’ll tell the Prince of Morocco you said hey!”