The other day I was exploring out by the spooky mineshaft off of Stafford Street. My friend Tommy says there's a ghost out there, but I don't believe him. I think it's a skeleton-vampire, and I'm gonna catch it!

Yesterday, we found a ton of old tires for our great fort. Jimmy said we should use them to make a new council chamber, but I'd rather build insulting signs. We're putting it to a vote before the tribunal next week.