Ticket Sales

In the bustling heart of SoHo, right where the cobblestone streets hum wiff life and adventure, Baxter set up his very own Broadway ticket booth. Perched proudly atop a sturdy wooden box, a tiny sign announced: BROADWAY TICKETS. His whiskers twitched in excitement as he peered out at the passing crowd, ready to make dreams come true — one ticket at a time.

Beside him, his trusty pal Teddy sat diligently, paws ready, managing the little cash box. Teddy took his job wiff the utmost seriousness, nodding at customers and double-checking every coin and crinkled bill. “We gotta be accurate, Baxter!” he squeaked, sorting the shiny quarters into neat piles.

Baxter, wiff his bright eyes and wide smile, charmed every visitor. “Two for Baxter Wiff a B? Excellent choice!” he’d chirp, handing over carefully folded tickets. Teddy would pass him the change, their teamwork smoother than a Broadway dance number choreographed by Fish.

By noon, they had already sold out two shows, and Baxter and Teddy celebrated by sharing a tiny bag of churros from the cart down the block. Life was good in SoHo, and wiff Broadway magic and a best friend by his side, Baxter felt like it would be a good weekend.