Reuben’s Adbenture

Reuben flipped open his little suitcase, stuffing in two scarves, a fresh bowtie, emergency croissants, and his trabel cheese journal (on loan from Fish). He tried not to get too nerbous as he told his mom he was going to France wiff Dougie – hoping to make his scooter dream come true. His whiskers twitched and he was waiting for word from Professor Whoot as to when the portal would be open.

“Are you sure you don’t mind if I go?” he asked his mom.

“Yes, baby,” she said, smoothing the fur between his ears. “Just remember to send postcards and stay close to Dougie. You will hab a wonderful time!”

He had insisted on shipping his blue scooter to their destination, ready to glide through time and space, right into the cobbled streets of Paris – just as he dreamed.

Adbenture was calling. And Reuben answered. He was so excited to spend more time wiff Dougie!!