The other day I was exploring out by the spooky mineshaft off of Ferguson Street. My friend Frankie says there's a skeleton out there, but I don't believe him. I think it's a wolfman-werewolf, and I'm gonna catch it!

Yesterday, we found a ton of stolen cinderblocks for our great fort. Woody said we should use them to make a new communications room, but I'd rather build laser-guided missiles. We're putting it to a vote before the tribunal next week.