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There once were two robbers as
BAD as could be,
who turned into baker dogs, as you can see. And now they cook doughnuts so jammy and light, they’re run off their sticky paws morning till night.
Friends flocked to their café to meet every day, and share juicy gossip, whilst munching away . . .
“Matilda’s had puppies!” cried Duchess. “Fifteen – nine spotty, five plain and there’s one in-between!”
“And what about Rover’s new hairdo?” grinned Fred. “It looks like a parrot has perched on his head!”
But suddenly Sam waved his paper about.
“Well, I’ve got some news, guys!” he said with a shout . . .
“ . . . A robber’s in town! She’s called Kitty Le Claw. She’s known for disguise and for
breaking the law!
She’s burgled the jeweller’s and ten houses, too. Word’s out that the
bank is the next job she’ll do!”
“Oh, heavens!” shrieked Duchess. “My bracelets and rings! The bank’s where I keep all my beautiful things!”
“This calls for a top-secret meeting!” said Sam. “With top-secret buns filled with top-secret jam!”