The best way to not join the pinball-for-life club? Go home and go to bed. That's what I did, and after the longest birthday - no, day - ever, that was the smartest decision I'd ever made.
Of course, I didn't do that until I called the police and told them about the forty-eight missing Corvettes. Yep, forty-eight, the owners of which caterwauled inconsolably when they learned what happened. I even found myself petting Garfield to console him.
The stolen Corvette he owned? A silver one. Curious, isn't it? Except he claimed his didn't have a broken brake light.
It was awfully convenient that the library parking lot had no working cameras, especially because the Belle's Cove-vette Su-purr-ior Car Show wasn't technically supposed to take place at the library. It was almost as though the whole robbery thing was planned that way. By whom though?
Inquiring minds would find out.