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A chaotic mixture of sounds echoed in classroom 409, Mr. Cane’s classroom.
All the children of classroom 409 were going crazy. Throwing paper airplanes, shouting across the room. And all Mr. Cane could think to do was to just stand there till their throats got sore or when they could not throw any more paper airplanes. But it wasn’t working. mr. cane got out a cinnamon stick and slapped his own desk with it, making a very painful noise that could give you an earache.

“Quiet!” he shouted, and all fell silent. All except for two. “Mrs. Taffy and Mr. Salt!” Mr. Cane said quite loudly.” do you have something to share with us?”
“Actually, yes we do” said the one named taffy. Mr. Cane did not look interested. “Every Tuesday I get to stay up late. You know have popcorn, watch a movie, stuff like that. But only till nine o’clock. I don’t get to stay up later-““get to the interesting part involving something we can all relate to, please” Mr. Cane interrupted. “Right. Anyway I decided to watch the news last night. It was interviewing a bunny, and the bunny’s name was Solomon, and he said they are having a terrible egg shortage!” taffy finished. Mr. Cane raised an eyebrow.” you don’t get it do you? One of our only 2 meals we have every day, is running out!” Mr. Cane raised the other eyebrow, now beginning to look interested.

Back at home, Mr. Cane’s wife, minty, was checking the mail. “Bill. Bill. Another bill! Who knew sugar crafted houses could be so expensive! We should have gotten a gingerbread one. “She mumbled to her self. She never got any interesting mail, she was thinking, when she came across something interesting. She read the address.” the egg factory! My goodness! How exiting!” she read who it was addressed to. Then her smile turned to a frown. It was addressed to her husband. “Every day. I walk to the mailbox, find something interesting, and find out it is for my husband. I should not be surprised” she told herself as she walked back in her house. She took some eggs out of the refrigerator and cracked them into the frying pan, left them there for five minutes, and dumped them on a plate for Mr. Cane. Then she took out her recipe book titled:”100 things to do with eggs”. “I think I’ll try deviled eggs tonight” she said. And started dinner.
One hour later, Mr. Cane arrived from work. “Did you check the mail, minty?” he asked his wife. “Yep” she answered. “Anything interesting?” “Nope” minty answered, not wanting to use her vocabulary today. Then she remembered something. “Actually, yes.” She said. She reached for the letter she had put on her brown sugar counter. She handed it to her husband. He read the address. “The egg factory?” he said not sure what they would want from a simple candy cane like him.” Oh. It’s from old Solomon.” he said.
“Wait a minute. You know the manager of the egg factory?” minty asked, not sure if she heard what she thought she heard. “Barely. I tought a couple of classes at b.r. university. He was in my English class. I always thought how silly he was, talking about: with him around, we could produce 10 times more eggs then we did.” Mr. Cane dunked a cinnamon stick in his coffee. “Why didn’t you tell me you knew Solomon Circum?” Minty demanded. “Mint, forget it. That was a while ago. He probably wouldn’t remember me.” Minty frowned.” tell me, should I have married you even though you keep secrets from me?” she asked. “Yes. I-I-I mean um, I don’t keep secrets, it was just that one.” He stammered. “Of course I’ve told you about my ex-girlfriend that is a rock star, right?” he added. “CHERRY CANDY CANE!” Minty shouted. Mr. Cane chuckled. “Just some mild humor, dear” he said with a smile. Minty frowned. She hadn’t smiled much that day.

“So can I open the letter now?” Mr. Cane asked, impatient after Minty made him sign a contract that he would not keep any secrets from her. “I suppose.” Minty answered with a smile. She loved when she was in control of her husband, not the other way around.
Mr. Cane tore open the letter. He took it out. It read:

Dear old college friend,

A terrible egg shortage has occurred. We have hired many community helpers to help us solve “the mystery of the missing eggs” we do not know the problem. We can’t tell why our eggs are disappearing. We have questioned all the bunnies, even the children. They know nothing about it. We think with all your knowledge you can help us solve this mystery. Please come to bunny country.
Thank you, Solomon

“Well, what does it say?” Minty asked Mr. Cane. Mr. Cane read it to her. She chuckled when he said “dear college friend”. “And you thought he didn’t remember you!” she said, still giggling. He read the rest. Her smile drooped down as he read. “Bunny country?” she asked sadly. “Yes. I’m so sorry mint. I am really sorry, but I have to go. Candy land-“he began, but Minty interrupted. “Candy land needs you right?” she said through her teeth. “Right. Please don’t be mad at me. But we can’t live without at least 4 eggs a day!” he said, also his mouth drooping.
“Go pack” minty said and sighed .Mr. cane went up to his room. He took out a small fishing hook, a cinnamon stick, his special brown and green coat, and 2 deviled eggs.
“Ready! I think I’ll call marshal, too. Maybe they’d want to come”

“Of course! No, thank you sweetie. Tell them to pack and meet me at the fishing dock at 5’. Bye!” Mr. Cane hung up the phone. “That was marshal‘s wife, Sweetie. She said he’d love to come. And he’s bringing his cousin, Barney too.” Mr. Cane said to his wife, who was staring into space. He sat down next to her. “Did you pack something to eat?”Mrs. Cane asked, still off in lala land. Mr. Cane didn’t answer. He kissed minty on her forehead. He licked his lips and tasted peppermint. He smiled. “Don’t worry.” He finally answered. “I’m all set.”

Ding dong! The taffy doorbell rang. Minty opened the door a crack and peeked through.” Oh hello marshal. You must be Barney. Come in. he’s upstairs” she said. She walked up to the bottom of the staircase, and called,” Cherry! They’re here!” he came down stairs just when minty was offering marshal some tea.”Oh, hello dear. You came down finally.” She said as she sipped some strange brownish-whitish tea. “What is that?!” he asked her in disgust. “White chocolate.” She said. Tea spilled down her shirt when she said that.”Oh my brand new green coat!” she cried. Barney, a handsome looking gumdrop grabbed some towels and wiped it up.” thank you.” She said after she dumped the tea down the sink. “It wasn’t too good anyway.” She giggled and began to pour some juice instead.

Minty drove the three men down to the fishing dock. Minty thought, as she gave Mr. Cane a shower of kisses and hugs, that it might be alright”so, Barney. “She began as Mr. Cane held the door to the car open for her.” where do you live?” Barney got out of the car as well. “Actually,” he said holding his hat on against the wind “I live in your neighborhood. They’re remodeling my house, and I was just staying at marshal’s house for the week.”
Minty raised her eyebrows. “Remodeling? Wow! What exactly are they going to do?” she asked him. “Well,” he answered. “They’re just outlining it in gingerbread. I hear that gingerbread is cheaper.” Minty put her hand over her mouth, covering her smile.

The owner of the fishing dock (not that they needed one.)Helped the three friends in to the boat. They couldn’t afford a motorboat. It was 500 chocolate coins. So they rented a rowboat with no oars for 200. “What are we supposed to do with a boat with no oars?” marshal the marshmallow asked, frowning. “Never fear!” Mr. Cane said, pretending to be a superhero. “Mr. cane’s cinnamon stick is here!” he said and pulled out his long cinnamon stick.minty smiled “so clever.” She mumbled and kissed her husband one last time.mrs. Cane reached in her pocket of her long green coat and pulled out another cinnamon stick. She handed it to marshal. “Now, it is a boat with oars.” She said. Now all of the candy land citizens smiled. “I love you!” minty called as the three pushed away with the cinnamon oars. A tear rolled down her cheek. She could see Mr. Cane wave. He waved until she could not see the little boat anymore.

CHAPTER 2

Mr. Cane and the other two were surprised that they had no troubles on the boat ride to bunny country. No storms, no big winds. Well, actually that was the one trouble they had. There was barely any wind that day. Mr. Cane was sweating so much cherry liquid (you could call it perspiration) from rowing so hard, it looked like the boat had water in it and was sinking! And poor marshal was so tired he switched places with barney to take a rest.mr.cane thought barney should put in the book of world records that he twiddled his thumbs for a whole half hour.

Finally, they came to a grassy area. The grass was huge. The three discussed that they would lose they’re sense of direction and get lost in the tall grass.” we’ll need something to cut it with!” marshal cried, still tired from rowing two hours straight.”Ya think?!” Barney was getting annoyed with marshal. He had whispered to Mr. Cane in the boat that marshal was kind of a wimp. Mr. Cane had slightly nodded his head.
“Don’t worry. There was many reasons I brought my cinnamon stick.” Mr. Cane said, feeling very proud that he had saved the day twice. He pulled his cinnamon stick out again, and tried to slice the tall grass in half with it, and failed. The stick broke in half. And Mr. Cane’s smile turned to a frown. “I guess we should have let it dry first” he said. “Two words. Ya think!!!” Barney said, annoyed with both of them now.

So Mr. Cane picked off three small (but dry) parts of the cinnamon stick (well, on half of the stick) and handed them to Barney, marshal and himself. They munched on it and sat for a moment while the two halves of the cinnamon stick dried. After about five minutes, Barney touched a half and announced it, dry. Barney picked it up and sliced the grass again. This time, half of the tall blades of grass collapsed in a pile, and the three stepped over the bottom half. They continued to do this until they came to a huge building.” is this the egg factory?” marshal asked, hoping they would know the answer to that.” no.” Mr. Cane said, looking at the building.” this is b.r. university. But we’re close!” he said
“Come on, let’s keep moving.” He added. The others groaned and they trudged on.

Then Barney spotted it. A huge, gigantic, beautiful building.
“THE EGG FACTORY!” they all said at the same time.

Chapter 3

They ran as fast as their little legs could go. Finally they reached the huge door.” how are we gonna get in?” marshal said nervously. “I’ll tell you how!” Barney said, trying to imitate a superhero also. He whispered something to Mr. Cane. Mr. Cane frowned he whispered back” that will never work!” “We can try” said Barney. So they whispered the same to marshal, and marshal said the same as Mr. Cane. Barney said the same thing he said 2 minutes ago. So marshal lined up in front of the door and held out his hands. Barney climbed on top of marshals hands and held out his. Mr. Cane was tall enough to reach Barney, so he stood on top of Barney’s hands. Mr. Cane was about one inch away from the doorknob. They all groaned. It didn’t work. “Wait!” Mr. Cane cried, and took out his fishing rod. The other two smiled in hope it would work. It did. Mr. Cane swung his rod so the hook landed around the doorknob. Mr. Cane pulled on the fishing rod. Causing Barney and marshal to fall. But Mr. Cane held on to his fishing hook, and pushed of the wood of the door with his feet, and voila! The ginormous door opened, and Mr. Cane fell on top of marshal and Barney, who were still lying there.”Mmmmff mmmg!” said someone from underneath Mr. Cane. “Get off meeff!” now it became clear. Mr. Cane rolled off. And the other two got off, gasping for breath. They tiptoed to the door. They peeked through. There was what seemed to be a living room on the other side. It was weird. A couple of bunnies were laughing and watching TV. Sitting on a couch. The three pushed each other saying “no, you go.” Mr. Cane walked in bravely, straitened his tie, and cleared his throat. Nothing happened. The bunnies were paying to much attention to the TV. “Excuse me. “He tried again. Nothing. Mr. Cane frowned. Marshal and barney silently counted:”1.2….3.” They smiled just as Mr. Cane shouted at the top of his lungs,” HOW RUDE! HERE YOU YOURSELVES INVITED US HERE, AND YOU WON’T EVEN ANSWER US! I DEMAND MY MONEY FOR THE LONG BOAT RIDE BACK!” the bunnies finally looked over, startled expressions on their faces. What seemed to be the oldest bunny, stepped forward. He had a gold bow tie on, and for some reason, a workers outfit. The three all seemed confused at first, but realized the bunny was Solomon, so it said on his name tag.

The manager of the egg factory apologized. “So sorry.” He said.” just doing a bit of celebrating. Now that everyone is here to help, surely candy land will be good as new!”
He said and smiled. But Barney frowned.” I don’t see how you could celebrate. I mean, if you really wanted help, you wouldn’t be drinking hot chocolate, and laughing while you watch a gumball game!” now everyone was frowning. Solomon frowned last and said,” Well, when you put it that way!” Barney shook his head while Solomon forced a smile.
“I guess I have to show you your room.” He said through gritted teeth, and hopped off down a long hallway. Mr. Cane, Barney, and marshal followed. Up and down huge steps and bumps, they finally came to a stop at a room with the door painted magenta. A sign hung on the door that read,” basket weaving” Mr. Cane had a confused look on his face.
“Here you are” Solomon said now completely smiling. “Meals are served in the garden.
You’ll have to share a table with some bunnies. We don’t have too much seating. I assume you brought your own sleeping supplies. If not, we have some electric blankets in the closet. We will give you some work tomorrow. Ciao! “He shut the door rather loudly. The three looked around. The room was pink. Pink curtains, pink bathroom, purple closet. Pictures of the emperor’s wife hung on the walls. “Well you sure blew that one.” Marshal said looking at Barney. “Because of your little comment, we got a room that belongs to girls!” Mr. Cane sighed. “It’s not too bad.” He said, thumping his suitcase on the floor. “I didn’t bring a sleeping bag. Did you?” marshal asked, frowning. “Nope. They got me on that one.” Barney said who was used to being prepared.” That Solomon.” Said Mr. Cane, looking angry.” Whenever he uses his French accent, you can always tell when he’s up to something.” “We’ll have to sleep on this dirty floor, and use those worthless electric blankets.” Marshal said, giving his cousin the puppy dog face. Barney punched him.” Ow!” marshal said rubbing his arm. “I wonder what work Solomon will
Give us.” Barney wondered out loud.” Let’s not think about it. Knowing him, it’ll probably be washing his car.” Mr. Cane said, and dug out the electric blankets out of the purple closet. He laid them across the floor in a row. Marshal moved his an inch away from Barney’s. “We better get some early sleep.” Mr. Cane said in a serious voice. Barney sighed and said”um, cherry is it?” he asked. Mr. Cane nodded. “Well. Cherry. Did you happen to see a clock on the wall? Cause it’s just about, I’d say, 4:45!” he cried and added,” I’m hungry. They said they serve lunch in the garden. Let’s see if they’re out there yet.” Mr. Cane sighed. “Barney, lunch is way past. Let’s order dessert pizza. There’s got to be some place where they take both carrots and chocolate coins. Nearby, too.” Marshal went over to the door and opened it a crack. He looked down the long hallway. “Hey! There’s a phone!” he cried and edged out the door. A beautiful bunny hurried past with a case of eggs. She backed up when she spotted marshal. “Can I help you?” she asked him.” Well,” he began. “My friends and I are going to try to order a pizza. Do you know how-“the girl cut him off.” Yes. Just dial 123-sweeetie’s- pizza” She said and hurried off. Marshal shrugged and dialed.

Later that evening, a knock on the door was heard. Barney and marshal both raced to get it. Barney got it first. When he opened it Solomon stood there. “Um, marshal, it’s for you.” He said and backed away nervously. Marshal sighed and got the courage to ask,” what do you want?” Solomon frowned.” I came to apologize” he said, then barely able to add,” you were right, we’re not sure that our mystery will be solved yet.” He sighed and said,” but we’re going to need extra help, so if you could just come with me-“marshal groaned. Followed by Barney and Mr. Cane. Solomon smiled, a sad smile, and started leading them down the hall.

He took them on a tour. The basket weaving room, (which had been moved to a spacious storage closet) the packing room, the mail room, the chicken and hen shed, and finally, were they were going to be working, the coating room. It was the only job left, said Solomon. “But I’ll think you’ll find it a very sweet job.” He added with a smile. He gestured toward a couple of baby bunnies licking a spoon smothered with chocolate.” our taste testers.” He said. Then he gestured to all the stations in the room. “The engineers, the spreaders, were you’ll be working.” he said and looked at Mr. Cane.” Except for you. Will you two excuse us for a moment?” he said and lead Mr. Cane out of the room. Down a steep hallway, he came to a room with a sign on the door that said,” Detectives”. It was written over the original sign that was already fading. He opened the door and hopped in to a room full of bunnies, chickens, and 2 candy land citizens. They all looked up when they saw Mr. Cane. One of them smiled. He was wearing a Sherlock Holmes coat and looked hysterical. Mr. Cane held back his giggles. Solomon lowered his voice to a whisper. “Candy land’s oldest citizen, we desperately need your help. We didn’t have plans for those two and I understand you just brought them for company. You’ll be working here. I trust you know what long distance interviewing is.” Mr. Cane shook his head. “Well, it’s when you call other lands and interview them. But in this case, since this is your job, you’re going to question them. Especially candy land. If it’s a burglar, no offense, but candy land would probably want more eggs and they have more uses for them. After all, you don’t have as much as a variety as bunny country, or hen place.
“I’m telling you this is serious.” Mr. Cane nodded. “These guys‘ll take care of ya’.” He said and pointed to a table next to a pay phone. “That’s your desk. As you can tell you have to pay to call and question people.” He chuckled. And handed Mr. Cane a huge stack of quarters.” That should last at least 10 calls. Try the king. He knows a lot about this problem.” He started off out the door and the hallway.” here, call minty!”He called
Out as he tossed another quarter into Mr. Cane’s hand.

Chapter 4

Mr. Cane just sat there for a moment. He looked around at the other detectives. Firefighters, police officers, and doctors for some weird reason. Some were long distance interviewing, some looking at files of papers, and 3 examining an egg shell, which was stupid. The phone rang suddenly. Mr. Cane wasn’t sure to answer it or not, but the other detectives continued on with their work. So on what seemed to be the last ring, he picked it up and answered with an irritated,” hello?”. It was Solomon.” Your first call is to be to marshal syrup of candy land. And step on it. Ask him what he knows about this shortage, where he heard about it, and if he’s-“he was cut off by Mr. Cane finishing his sentence. ” noticed any thing strange. Yes I know.” He saluted and said,” yes, sir!” he hung up before Solomon could say anything about being disrespectful.

Before he called marshal, (which he thought was silly, he knew everything about it if not more than marshal.) he called minty like Solomon suggested.minty answered, (having caller I.d, she was able to tell it was him.) and immediately cried,” hello oh dear husband! Isn’t it an exiting day!” she seemed very chirpy. She was interrupted by the phone ringing once more. Mr. Cane picked it up after telling minty to hold on a second. “I don’t believe I said call minty cane, did I?” Solomon seemed angry about something. Mr. Cane hung up and went back to minty.”You’ll have to call me later, dear” he said to her and dialed the coating room’s number.

“Hey, man.” marshal answered and asked where he’d been. He said he was a detective now. Marshal chuckled and joked,” you didn’t seem the detective type when we first met. Besides, I thought you liked your job as a school teacher.” Mr. Cane joked back a little,” well, those kids are a little crazy…” he continued,” anyway, let’s get this over with. Where did you hear about the egg shortage? A Friend, news, daily scoop of ice cream?” marshal paused for a minute, then busted up laughing.” okay Mr. Interview man, I’ll make it short for you. I heard about it from sweetie, who watches the news every morning.” Mr. Cane asked the next question. Had he heard or seen anything strange. “Come to think about it,” he said and continued,” I’ve seen 2 bunnies, girl bunnies, that are always rushing around, carrying a case of eggs. Oh and they’re always heading west, at 8 o’clock.” he teased, making it sound all detective-ish. “Got a note pad to write that down?” he added. “Actually, now I do.” Mr. Cane said, taking a note pad from the desk next to him. He quickly scribbled some words on the paper in handwriting not even he could read, and said goodbye to marshal. He hung up the phone, and suddenly the fax machine, (not that he had noticed there was a fax machine) printed out a list of people to call. “cherry cane.” It said on the page. Mr. Cane picked it up. The next person on the list was the king of bunny country. Mr. Cane frowned. He did not know the number of the king. So he called out to the other detectives,” does anyone know the number of the king here?” all the detectives tried to hold back their giggles, for no one ever had tried to call the king personally. “amateurs.” someone mumbled under their breath. Mr. Cane frowned, and picked up the phone. He popped a chocolate quarter in and asked “information”.” Excuse me,” he said into the phone.” could you give me the king’s number?” The girl on the phone and all of the detectives were now cracking up. Some detectives were clutching their sides, some even crying from so much laughter. Mr.cane frowned and walked out of the room. He clearly was not having the best of times today.

Walking out into the cool winter breeze, Mr. Cane was really starting to miss minty now, for he clearly didn’t belong among people who made fun of him and called him an amateur. He realized a terrible thought and whispered,” spending one month here.”

Back at the coating room, marshal and Barney were beginning to wonder if Mr. Cane’s job was better than theirs. They quickly dismissed the thought, for what could be better than having to just simply spread chocolate on eggs all day long? It was the simplest job on the planet. Sometimes they got to eat the eggs that were messed up, but they stopped doing that because they were getting a stomach ache. But there was a couple of catches.
On lunch break, they couldn’t have more than 15 minutes. And there was a bunny constantly watching the cousins, pacing back and forth, criticizing them if they messed an egg up. So during lunch break, Barney managed to sneak outside to sit down and relax for 5 minutes. Instead he found Mr. Cane, sitting on the edge of the pond staring into the sky.” let me guess,” barney said as he sat down next to Mr. Cane.” Your job’s the pits.” Mr.cane smiled.” I couldn’t have said it better myself.” He said and lay back to stare up at the clouds. “You know what that cloud looks like?” he said and smiled even wider. “ a peppermint.” He said, not letting Barney guess. “Cherry, time flies. Go back to your job, and show those stinking ‘detectives’ who’s boss!” Barney said and started walking away, before Mr. Cane could say it just wasn’t done.

“It just isn’t done.” Solomon said to Mr. Cane, who was standing in front of him, looking miserable. Solomon sighed.”look, cherry, I don’t mean to sound angry, but I kind of am!’ he said and continued.” we can’t have our employees taking 1 hour breaks whenever they want!” he sighed, an even heavier sigh, and walked away.” think about what I said, and you may be able to think before you act next time.” He called out and Mr. Cane rolled his eyes at him.
My apologies reader that this chapter is a little depressing, but it just seems easier to write it that way and of course, It get’s better in a little.

Marshal joined barney in their room after”work”.marshal and barney were almost as upset as Mr. cane had been at the same time that day.” I don’t see how they can call it our’ job.” Barney said.” when we don’t even get paid!” marshal agreed. They were both planning a protest when Mr. Cane walked in. his head was hung and he looked exhausted.
“Don’t look so upset.” Said Marshal.” after all, I thought being a detective is fun. Examining clues, interrogating people-“Mr. cane interrupted.” you think calling people and asking them questions like an annoying news reporter is fun?” he snapped.” okay, then you can have the job!” he threw his top hat and cane on the floor and ran to his electric blanket.” good night!” he said and went to sleep in 10 seconds. Barney and marshal looked at each other and shrugged. They joined the snoring Mr. Cane and went to sleep in their own electric blankets, taking 10 seconds also.

An annoying sound startled the three, a trumpet sounding over the p.a system.” rise and shine all you sleepy heads” Solomon’s voice rang very chirpy. Mr. Cane growled and rose from his place on the floor. Marshal woke up followed by Barney, and Solomon’s voice was heard once more.” today every employee is to report to my office, for now the real work begins. Now you all are detectives!” he said that last sentence as if he was giving them the whole world. “Oh boy.” Mr.cane said, marshal tried to go back to sleep, and Barney shrugged.”Hey, maybe he’ll give you a different job, cane.” He said and started to get dressed. Mr. Cane’s face brightened.” could happen.” He said and he and marshal got dressed as well.
As it turned out, Barney was right. Solomon took all three into a corner.” I have heard that you three are the hardest workers here” he said, mainly looking at Barney and marshal. Barney and marshal smiled proudly, and Mr. Cane sort of smiled.” So,” he continued,” I’m giving you three the best job of all.” He paused for dramatic effect. You might as well have heard crickets chirping.” You are going to have a couple of jobs. Your first job, to go to hen place and visit the king cluck. He has some information that may be very helpful.” All of the candy land citizen’s eyes widened. “H...H...hen place? King cluck?” asked marshal. No one that wasn’t a hen or chicken was even allowed to go to hen place, and definitely not allowed to visit the king without the king’s permission.” what’s the catch?” Mr. Cane asked suspiciously. Solomon sighed.” the catch is,” he said.” that you have to visit the king himself and get his permission. But this is a privilege because I’m not letting anyone else leave this factory until the mystery is solved.” All the candy landers’ groaned.” now, it will take you about 3 days to get to the emperor, which is approximately 22 hours from hen place. About how many days home?” marshal started counting on his fingers, Barney just stood there. Mr.cane sighed and said”3 days 22 minutes.” He rolled his eyes and looked at marshal and Barney .marshal shrugged.
“Right. Your second job is...” he lowered his voice to a whisper. “To go to the emperor’s castle, which is located on an inactive 2 mile high volcano, and retrieve his case of emergency eggs he has which should last till we find out the mystery.”Mr.Cane’s eyes widened even more. “This is a lot of traveling!” he said, thinking for a brief moment that he didn’t want to go.” yes. But it will pass the time till the end of the month, which, isn’t that how long you’re staying?” Solomon asked. Mr.cane nodded his head.” well, go pack. You have a lot of things to do, and you’re leaving today!” Solomon dismissed them to their room.

CHAPTER 5

“What in the world are we supposed to pack?” Mr.Cane frowned and said. Marshal and Barney didn’t answer. Mr.cane figured they were too busy thinking about how wonderful it would be to go to hen place, and the king’s castle, and the emperor’s palace. Mr.Cane rolled his eyes and smiled. He winded the alarm clock on the table next to the closet, and let it go.”Bbrrrrrrrrrrriiiiinnnng!” marshal and Barney jumped and immediately began to pack. Mr.cane chuckled and zipped up his suitcase.

Mr.cane searched through his pocket book on” the language of the chicken”. He looked up the words, tickets for three, please. “Ah, here it is.” Mr.cane said and turned to the chicken standing in front of the boat they all were waiting to get on.” Bock cluck cook!” he translated and finally the chicken helped them into the boat. This boat was free, it was on the factory’s card, Solomon had said. And this boat, had oars, ones that were not cinnamon sticks. Marshal quickly slipped his coat on. They lugged their suitcases on the spacious boat and Solomon, who was standing there, helped them push the boat off the dock. It landed on the water with a “plash plosh!” and they started rowing in the direction of east.

It was not until sunset that they were halfway to the king’s palace. They saw the land mark they were to reach at sunset to camp and rest. Mr.Cane tried to pull over the boat and turn it around. But the boat started to go in the opposite direction. “Help me here!” Mr.Cane screamed as the boat started drifting farther and farther away.
Marshal blinked and rushed over to help Mr.Cane. Barney grabbed an oar and rowed ever so viciously. But after the 15th push with the oar, the oar broke in half and fell in the lake!
“These oars are defective!” barney shouted.” WHAT?” Mr.Cane shouted.” I can’t hear you over the motor!” he said. Barney frowned.” WHAT MOTOR? THIS BOAT IS A SIMPLE ROW BOAT! THERE’S NO MOTOR!” true. The boat was making no noise. It took the three a few minutes to realize that the loud humming and buzzing noise was coming from behind them.
Marshal dared to look back. He slowly turned his head, and there was a motor boat a few feet away and still gaining!” row faster!” Mr.Cane screamed, and he and Barney rowed with all their might with the one oar they had left. But not for long. The other oar broke in half as well. Now the motor boat was inches away! “it’s no use!” shouted marshal.” never!” Mr.Cane screamed, and put his hand over his nose.
He jumped in the water.”Kersplash!”. “Cherry! Suicide is never the answer!” marshal shouted and started crying. Barney looked ahead. He saw a huge palace up in the distance.” the king! He can help us!” Barney shouted and paddled the boat really fast with his hands. Marshal, still sobbing, could tell it was not the king’s palace.” It’s lime green!” he said and squinted. But while they were both peering into the distance, the driver of the motor boat was now getting ready to jump on their boat! The moment came, and the black -suited-ski -mask -wearer- jumped onto marshal’s shoulders. “YAAAAAAAAAH!” marshal screamed and ran around the boat still screaming, still with the man on his shoulders. Barney punched the man in the face. The man fell backwards off the boat and into the water. Mr.Cane popped up just then with a half an oar. “Cherry! You’re back! I could just hold you!” marshal shouted. “please don’t” Mr.Cane said and raised and eyebrow.” splash!” the three looked in front of them and saw a faint figure swimming toward the lime green palace.” let’s follow him!” barney shouted. So marshal and Barney gently but swiftly, started rowing with the half an oar, and Mr.Cane followed next to them, guiding the boat and pushing it along in the water.
Finally, they reached the palace and climbed on to the shore. Coughing and spitting out salt water, Mr.Cane gasped for breath and said,” why did we even come here?”.
“To look for that criminal. We are supposed to be solving a mystery. And if we find out more information the factory will be even more pleased.” Marshal said and climbed out of the boat. Barney followed, and they all crept to the door.
They peered through at tons of girl bunnies carrying cases of eggs and being very quick about it. Marshal gasped and said,” I have the strangest de’ ja vou. “barney kicked him in the leg. Mr.Cane rolled his eyes and walked inside. They were so tiny none of the girl bunnies saw them, let alone tried not to step on them. They all dodged the big feet and made it over to a desk that said,” Reception”. They all looked confused. They turned to look to their left. A path led down a long narrow passage to a door at the end. They looked to their right, and saw the exact same thing. Barney and Mr.Cane exchanged glances, and marshal and Barney went to the right, and Mr.Cane went to the left.

Mr.Cane felt lonely as he walked down the long hallway. He reached the door at the end, which was green.” this person really likes green.” He said, and daringly pushed open the creaky door. “Note to self. Advertise self as smartest person in world in a couple of years!” a voice was saying. Mr.Cane looked in the corner at a chicken with a tape recorder in his hand sitting at a desk. “I will explain.” He went on. Mr.Cane rolled his eyes. Some people were so conceited and full of ego.” I have taken mostly all the eggs out of the egg factory with my employees, who are girl rabbits. I’ve taken them all and started selling them to my fellow roosters, hens, and chickens as ‘cluck’s delightful eggs.” He went on,” you know, the ABC’s? C, d, e?”Mr.Cane gasped. Too loud, actually. Loud enough to make the chicken turn around. Mr.Cane quickly ducked behind the door. The chicken shrugged and continued with one last sentence.” And I’ve sent that idiot bock to retrieve some eggs from the workers I heard are traveling to the king’s palace, marshal syrup, Barney sour, and cherry candy cane. Suckers!” Mr.Cane opened his jaw so it practically dropped to the floor. King cluck’s done this? He thought. This whole time, we were headed for the king’s. For all we know they could already have tooken the emergency eggs, too! Mr.Cane shook his head. Suddenly, just when Mr.Cane was about to leave and tell the others, king cluck just closed the door, opened his window, and jumped out of it! Mr.Cane had to follow him! So Mr.Cane climbed up on the chair next to the desk, and jumped also, making a nice landing on the white sand on the ground.

Mr.Cane got up from the ground and ran after the king cluck. He noticed king cluck was headed for the water. Oh no, no no! Mr.Cane thought, just as cluck jumped into the rowboat that had been used by the three. Mr.Cane sighed and jumped in the water beside the boat, just as cluck was pushing it off the shore.
Cluck could row faster than any one else, for he arrived at the king’s palace in about 3 hours. Mr.Cane waited underwater till cluck got out of the boat and sneaked into the castle. Mr.Cane got up, gasping for breath, and trudged into the castle door himself.

At the palace, brothers, emperor cock-a-doodle-doo, and king Meldew, were having a meeting, talking about what to do about this situation. But they could not think of anything to talk about. So they decided to call the three visiting candy land visitors
they had heard of from the manager of the egg factory. So king meldew started walking over to his phone, but his brother stopped him. ”Allow me, meldew.” The emperor said and clapped his hand twice. Nothing happened. Meldew raised an eyebrow.” this isn’t your palace anymore, cock’ ” he said and went to the phone. He dialed marshal syrup’s phone number. No one answered for a long time, until a hoarse whisper answered the phone.” hello?” it said, sounding out of breath. “is this marshal syrup?” The king asked, this didn’t sound like a marshmallow sent to the king’s palace. “Yes. But um, this phone, doesn’t have, um, that great reception so if you could just WHAM! POW! ‘take that you losers!” the voice started fading off as the sounds of people in a war was deafening the king meldew. The king looked alarmed.”mr.syrup! mr.syrup are you there?!” he said, glancing at his brother.”yes.”said marshal, who outside the phone was wiping his brow

CHAPTER 6

Mr.Cane looked every where for king cluck. The main gate, the four guest rooms, everywhere. The only place he forgot to look was:
The laundry room.

Mr.Cane was about to give up, when he saw a map next to the main gate of the castle.
He looked at all the rooms, making sure he had checked every one.” got it. Check. Yes,” he said. But when he came to the laundry room on the map, he said,”oh! Don’t got it!” he ran over to where the map said, and boy did he run fast!

Sure enough, when Mr.Cane secretly made his way to the laundry room, he saw king cluck, searching every where, probably for the emergency eggs! He was looking in washing machines, every where. Finally, he found what he was looking for. In washing machine number 19, he took out a golden case of 5 dozen eggs. He smiled an evil smile.
“No!” Mr.Cane shouted at the top of his lungs. King cluck’s smile faded as he whipped toward Mr.Cane. Oh, no. I’m going to get it. Mr.Cane thought. And he ran as fast as he could go! ”I’m going to get you, you little spy!” cluck shouted and the great chase began. They ran through the whole castle and ended up in the main room, where Barney, marshal, the emperor, and the king were sipping cinnamon chocolate tea. Marshal and Barney jumped up from their chairs and the great fight began. Barney was kicking, marshal punching, Mr.Cane doing both. After hat seemed like hours, they all were standing on top of king cluck, smiling proudly at the powerful people in front of them. The emperor and the king’s eyes widened, and then they smiled. They both applauded the three heroes, and the emperor said,” well done boys! Well done!” then he offered them all a ride back home in his sail boat, and the three accepted, still beaming with pride.

After Barney and marshal ran to the sail boat to put their things in it, the emperor called Mr.Cane to his side. The emperor smiled, and said,” Both of those boys tell me they couldn’t have done it without you.” Mr.cane raised his eyebrows.” come with me.” Said the emperor, and Mr.Cane followed him. The emperor led Mr.Cane to the laundry room, and picked up the case of emergency eggs that had been dropped to the floor by king cluck. He handed it to mr.cane.”You deserve it. You and your wife will never starve now.” He said and began walking away.
Mr.Cane just stood there. Then he smiled and looked down at his award. “You do deserve it Cane.” He said, and walked out of the laundry room as well.

CHAPTER 7

Mr.Cane got off at the fishing dock with marshal and Barney, laughing and talking like a bunch of teenagers. He hopped in the car that was waiting for him he had rented, and waved good bye for today to his friends.

He got out of his car and tiptoed to the door of his wonderful sugar crafted house.” we meet again old buddy, old pal!” he said and kissed his drive way. He ran up to the front door and rang the bell 10 times. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” minty’s voice could be heard inside the house. She opened the door slowly, and stared wide-eyed and smiling at her beloved husband. She threw her arms around him and started crying.” so what took you so long?” she asked, still teary- eyed. “I’ll tell you all about it inside” Mr.Cane said and smiled, as the two walked hand-in-hand back inside their house.