A Morning Laugh Chases Away Woes

Previously

…“The constabulary?” Barnaby puffed out his chest, a misplaced surge of bravery coursing through him. “Fine! Let them investigate! They’ll find Bartholomew, and they’ll find the flour, and they’ll find you red-handed!” He took a step back, his gaze never leaving the Mayor’s face, searching for any further tells, any dropped crumbs of guilt. Mayor Pumble’s face was a mask of controlled fury. “Out!” he boomed, his voice losing its syrupy tone and taking on a decidedly authoritative edge. “Before I have you escorted out by Officer Higgins herself!” Barnaby, sensing a