Be Prepared Hoodwinked Song ((full)) ◎

Flick sighed, tucked his pencil behind his ear, and climbed higher into the tree. He’d seen this before. Vernon was a dreamer. And dreams, in this forest, had a way of running headfirst into reality—usually in the form of a little girl with a red hood, a grandmother with a black belt in judo, and a singing goat who just happened to be passing by.

Flick raised a tiny paw. “Um. Question. Have you met Red? She’s like… a ninja in a hoodie. She outran a pack of wolves last spring. On roller skates.”

“All right, listen up,” Vernon growled, snapping his claws. A dozen mismatched forest creatures shuffled closer: raccoons with masks pulled down, a weasel with a nervous twitch, three chipmunks who couldn’t stop giggling. Flick stayed in the branches above, taking notes. He was the only one who brought a pencil. be prepared hoodwinked song

The raccoons exchanged nervous glances. The weasel whispered, “But who’s the target?”

In the shadow of the old wooden bridge that led into the heart of the forest, a wiry squirrel named Flick sat hunched over a stolen acorn cap. He wasn’t eating. He was listening. Flick sighed, tucked his pencil behind his ear,

“We’ve been small-time,” Vernon said, spitting a toothpick into the creek. “Knocking over bird feeders. Stealing picnic baskets. But that ends tonight. We’re going to pull the biggest score this forest has ever seen.”

Flick scribbled: “Big score. Possibly delusional.” And dreams, in this forest, had a way

“They have no idea what’s coming. But neither does Red. This is going to be fun to watch.”