The Coast Is Clear . . . I Think

When trying to cross enemy territory, it is very important to verify that the coast is clear before you begin your treacherous journey.

We just want to get to the porch without an attack.

We just want to get to the porch without an attack.

You may wonder what possible threat lurks within the walls of Sibe Quentin, a threat so nefarious that Frankie and Cheoah have to plan their journey.

Is he occupied?

The threat.

Sweet little Typhoon could not possibly cause problems for his big brother and sister, right? After all, he looks very occupied and wouldn’t possibly be paying attention to their desire to cross the yard.

Launch rockets engaged.

Launch rockets engaged.

Or, maybe, the little rascal was just pretending to be engaged and waiting on his siblings to make a break for the safety of the porch.

Incoming!

Incoming!

P.S. – In case you are wondering, Frankie took a wider path and made it to the porch unscathed. He might have set up his little sister as a decoy.

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2 Comments

  1. Lori on March 7, 2016 at 9:00 am

    I just don’t up know how you brilliant Sibes manage it all!! The planning. The plotting. The scheming. All the maneuvering and intrigue! It’s all so tiring just thinking about it….

  2. Melon on March 7, 2016 at 5:05 am

    Ah sneaky Frankie!

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