TheAkiraBlue

"MY RADISHES!” Mel’s adventure in the fields was cut short by an anguished cry. Turning to see the hubbub, Mel spots a stubby, white tail disappearing into a nearby bush before their eyes land on Cabbaoge. She’s kneeling on the ground, cradling a half-eaten radish in her paws; even more litter the ground. There’s fury burning in her eyes. “You gotta help me chase these pests away, cousin! How’ll I ever win the Crop-petition with these vermin eating all my harvest!?" Mel gulps at the sheer intensity in Cabbaoge’s gaze before agreeing, after all, they think they have the perfect plan! ----- “I’m real thankful for your help and all, cousin, but uh, are you sure this’ll work?” The two baoddies are crouched behind some stacked bags of fertilizer, the perfect lookout point to see the radish thief fall for their foolproof trap. Nodding confidently, Mel reassures Cabbaoge that they’ve seen this in a show before. “The criminal always returns to the scene of the crime!” “Well alright,”