Banjo yawned as stretched out into the morning sun sifting throw the barn windows. “Wake up! Wake up!” Pudge said, nudging Banjo’s side. “I’m getting there,” he said. “No, seriously,” Pudge said. “You’re going to want to see this.” “Or maybe not,” Tuff said. “You know how we said we’d be able to see where the masked bandit was from the trail of blue coated animals he was leaving?” “Yes,” Banjo said, listening intently as he leapt to his three paws. “Well, he definitely has made use of the blue paint, except it’s not just the animals he’s colored,” Tuff...

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