As they carefully and slowly tried to stand back up, the entire front of the stall collapsed into a heap of wood, plates, and frowning chefs. The back portion of the pancake hut, a tiny kitchen, was now exposed to the open air.
A tall, pale man with a mighty black mustache waggled a long skinny finger at them. “You two cats will pay for this! You’ve destroyed my life long dream, my delicious pancake hut with your foolish feline prank!”
Christine and Josephine exchanged glances. “Cats?”
“Yes, obviously you are cats! Walking, talking, felines! Do you think I am an idiot?”
They looked down at themselves and all at once realized they were indeed, at least costumed, cats. They had made these Poople and Noople outfits with Wilma, fully intent on getting their friends in trouble and completely forgotten they were wearing them.
Wilma emerged from the crowd of humans who had gathered around the accident. Standing next to her were two spear wielding guards. “Look. There they are, Poople and Noople, destroyers of the world famous pancake hut. Arrest them before they run away.”
Christine and Josephine, hearing the word ‘run’ come out of the witch’s mouth, bolted from the scene.
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