The back door creaked open and slammed shut. Wendy had made her escape.

A pig snorted happily nearby.

Mabel held up a very round, very unimpressed pig wearing a pink polka-dot bowtie around his neck. Waddles grunted, snout twitching.

He flipped a page, brow furrowed. The journal was covered in sketches and cramped handwriting. Across the room, a rack of glow-in-the-dark pinecones wobbled as Soos adjusted the light fixture above it.