The crack continues...

Lester and Becker stood on the balcony overseeing work in the control room. All the raccoons seemed to have disappeared and the peace was a relief.

Just then the doors at the far end swung open and Connor came running through, a big grin on his face. Everyone turned to stare at him and he skidded to a sudden halt. His face immediately adopted a startled look, brown eyes big and wide as he became aware of his audience. The group of raccoons that had gambolled in after him were apparently not expecting his sudden stop and they barrelled into the back of his legs, collapsing into a heap of fur.

They looked up, startled, peering wide eyed through their bandit masks.

Lester folded his arms across his chest.

“You’re right Becker. The resemblance is uncanny.”