“We… we… we’re tre… tre… tresspa… trespassing?” mimicked Adam. “Well, I just saw you poking around our place, Funky.”

“I wasn’t doing anything.”

“Yeah, right.” Adam looked slyly at his gang. “Well, boys, now that we’re here, we might as well go into the old burger dump.”

“But you never buy anything. And I… I… think…” Freddy stopped.

“Just spit it out, you little nerd,” bellowed Adam.

Freddy swallowed a big lump in his throat and said quickly, “I think you’re just coming here to engage in clandestine operations with a subversive purpose.”

Adam looked totally confused until one of his gang whispered in his ear.

Adam marched up to Freddy towering over him. “Are you calling me a spy?” he snarled.

Freddy looked around at all the big kids with paint guns staring at him, and his teeny bit of courage melted right away and into the Vroom shake moat. “Well, yes, I mean, no, I, uh, I mean, uh -”

“You got something you want to say to me, say it man to man, Funky,” yelled Spanker, his big hands balled into fists.

Freddy desperately wanted to be brave and stand up to Adam, and he would have, except he was scared to death. “Uh, I… I said… cluck-cluck, welcome to the Burger Castle.”

Adam pointed his paintball gun at Freddy. “Welcome to the Burger Castle what?”

“Uh, welcome to the Burger Castle… Mr. Spanker?”

“That’s better. Come on, men, let’s check out the burger dump.” As he passed by Freddy, Spanker shot out a big, doughy hand and pushed Freddy into the moat. The gang roared with laughter and then swarmed into the Burger Castle.

Freddy swam to the side of the moat and got out. He wrung his chicken feathers dry and hurried into the Burger Castle to see what the Spanker gang was up to. Turns out they were up to a lot.