Upon closer inspection of a tiny lump found under Huhnars left wing this morning, I discovered a tiny listening device My suspicion is that it was implanted by my so-called friend, Mr. Cherry, but Im sure that hell feign ignorance, claiming again that he was just the conduit, the middleman who stepped in to help reunite me with my beloved stuffed chicken doll.
Regardless of who it was, this means war. No one tries to eavesdrop on Maynard, Inc. without paying a price. Industrial espionage will not be tolerated.
