“This is not a drill,” Tom whispered. “My mom’s emergency ice cream money has been… compromised .”
Ben cleared his throat and shuffled a stack of crayon-scribbled notes. “Breaking news, Tom. Mrs. Gable’s cat, Mr. Whiskers, has been spotted on the roof again. Neighbors report he looked ‘unusually judgmental.’” tom and ben news
“The prime suspect,” they said in unison. “This is not a drill,” Tom whispered
Tom gasped dramatically. “We go live to our field correspondent—our neighbor’s kid, six-year-old Mia. Mia, what’s the mood out there?” “This is not a drill