Just completed a rescue mission over to Mr. Duane's new house. Actually, he's not in his house and therein lies the problem, a "I just moved in, haven't put a spare key outside yet, and locked myself out" problem.
Who is Mr. Duane going to turn to but the greatest little boy he knows, Garrett "I can fold myself in half while giggling" Bowling.
I pick up the phone, "Bowling, will Garrett fit through the cat door?"
There's only one way to find out.
"Everyone in the car!"
Surprisingly, when I announced our intentions, I was met by universal approval and exclamations of awesomeness by the gang.
12 minutes later, after coaxing Stinky the little white dog out of the doorway, Garrett plunges in without so much as a sweat and saves the day. His first taste of breaking and entering.