February 17. Sugar branched into a lane and began looking for Redbull.

He called his name again and again, asked around if anyone had seen their friend, Redbull but, to his dismay, no one had. B

Sandy, who had entered another by-lane, looked in building lobbies, garages and any other place he could think of but failed to find Redbull.

The bird, in the meantime, sat atop the tree observing everything. B

When Mogs and Pepper also gave up, the four friends surmised that the Chowdhury’s  may have spotted Redbull and captured him once again. They had to find out if that was the case and get their friend released.

As they put their heads together to find out if Redbull had been taken captive once again and put a plan in place to get him released if that was the case, Redbull slowly climbed down from the tree, crept behind Mogs who had his back to the tree and clasped his friend’s eyes with both his wings. In the meantime, he gestured to the rest to keep quiet. B

Who is this? Asked Mogs.

“We must get at least 7 hours of sleep. Let’s go to bed tonight. We’ll continue with our story tomorrow and even try and complete it.”

“Goodnight, Button.”