The Case of the Stinky Stench (Lady Pancake & Sir French Toast Book 2)

Okay, our friends, and now it is time for some silly stories with Mommy and Philip, and

I have got a couple of doosies, so buckle up, you guys, we'll do one today and one tomorrow,

and why not?

Why not be silly?

Why not have fun?

We should.

I don't know, I guess it was a few years ago, we started, we heard about this series first,

and we read about these two characters, and they are such a hoot.

So I'm excited to share them with you.

So today's story is going to be one of Lady Pancake and French toast.

And today's story is called Mission Defrostable.

This story was written by Josh Funk, and it is illustrated by Brendan Kirini, so we love

their work, we're super psyched about what we're about to read, and who's going to read

it?

Oh, I'm so glad you did.

It will be read today by Mommy, and Philip, Philip Ip, the guy, are you ready?

Let's do it.

It's Lady Pancake and Sir French toast in the case of the stinky stench.

Oh, the story was written by Josh Funk, and it's illustrated by Brendan Kirini, and

as always, we love their art, we love their stories, and we will put the link to this

book on our Amazon affiliates page.

So if you don't have a copy of it, and you would like a copy of it, go get the copy,

and then you can follow along while we read it.

Are you ready?

Yes, today's story is with by Mommy and Philip.

Woohoo!

Here we go.

Back in the kitchen and deep in the fridge passed trifle tower across Taco Bridge, on a vacation

at Marshmallow Coast, that Lady Pancake, beside Sir French toast.

Knocking down syrup from Northern Vermont, over the bridge came Inspector Cossent.

Uncle Cossent said, the fridge is in trouble.

A horrible stench turned the whole shelf to trouble.

I'm the last hope, or the fridge will be lost.

Help me, or else we'll be cooked, served, and sauceed.

Nefarious odors began wafting by.

As Sir French toast replied,

I will certainly try.

What is nefarious?

Evil.

Yeah, bad.

Not good.

I've got to succeed.

Said Cossent with a sob.

I've sobbed zero kisses since eating this job.

It's Baron von Waffel, that devious square.

Said Pancake with anger.

Let's head to his lair.

They started their search Cossent's salsa ravine,

and lumbered through small, ground mount ever been,

and slowly they crept to the onion ring cave.

Baron von Waffel said toast.

You old naïve.

What are you doing here?

Waffel said, sneering.

I'm sleucing, Cossent said, and you're interfering.

What do you know about smells that are vicious?

Nothing.

Said Waffel, my home smells delicious.

Nefue said toast.

Waffel's right.

It smells splendid.

The trio trudged out, but the case hadn't ended.

The smells getting worse.

Said Cossent with a shiver,

as tater tots stumbled through applesauce's river,

and it looks like they're saying help us, help us.

An ogre popped out of a red curry dish and said,

there's a tail of a stinky red fish,

who lurks at the bottom of corn chowder lake.

Great.

Said Cossent, as he tripped by mistake.

She's got french fries for hair, doesn't she?

This is such clever art, I love it.

Rowing their fastest with carrot stick oars, they study the depths,

and they scanned all the shores.

They're looking for that stinky fish.

You know, fish can have a pretty strong smell can't they?

Well, not the fish stick that you eat with your raccoon and cheese, those are good.

Oh, yeah, for sure.

Oh, I tried Cossent.

I read herring right there.

At the last, they'd unraveled this stinky affair.

They paddled on forward, but as the boat neared,

a flavorful, smoky aroma appeared.

It seemed the red herring was just a bad clue.

Dejected.

The three didn't know what to do.

Oh, he was a smoked fish.

No, smoked fish doesn't have that kind of fishy smell because it's been smoked.

It's time to get up.

Penncake said with remorse, no, said Cossent, I'll discover the source.

And Spectre Cossent took a mighty big whiff.

The order is coming from casserole cliff.

Peppers lay slumping and apples were dented and plums shrank to prunes and the beans had fermented

and that's when they saw it.

The source of their woe, a moldy old fruit cake from eight months ago.

Rose, someone destroyed him, said Penncake, right now.

Sure, replied toast, but I can't fathom how.

The fruitcake just coward alone looking scared.

Life isn't a bowl of cherries.

He shared.

I entered the fridge and then soon was forgotten.

Slowly I crumbled and now I'm just rotten.

That's so sad for that fruitcake.

This is my case, said Cossent.

I'll prevail.

Everyone knows fruitcakes never go stale.

How would you like being left to decay?

This is no villain.

Let's help him.

Make way and together they journeyed past Cliff, Lake and Cave and offered the fruitcake a shower

and shave.

Soon the old fruitcake was fresh as could be.

What is that electrical smell?

Asked Miss Breem and with all the nasty orders destroyed and dissolved the team celebrated

and shouted case solved.

I don't think I would touch that fruitcake with a 10 foot pole.

What about you?

Like he said, fruitcakes don't get stale.

You know things though?

I would like to go on record for saying that may be so in this book, but in real life,

don't eat an eight month old fruitcake.

Don't do it, don't do it.

However, they might make really good bricks if you're building something.

Don't you think?

For me?

I think?

Why not?

Either way, my friends, that is the end.