Adventures in Flying Pie-land

The Case of the Missing Basketball

One day, in Flying Pie-land, WinHearty was sitting on a bench underneath a tree at the park with her best friend, Red Ball. 

"Nice weather today, aint it, Red?" WinHearty asked.

"Heh. Yep, sure is," Red Ball replied. "And the cool temperature of fall is just the right thing to go with it." He laid back on the bench and sighed with relaxation. "Perfect weather to sit back and relax."

"Yeah, I know, right? It's so soothing, isn't it?"

"Indeed it is. And- hang on, do you hear that, WinHearty?"

"Huh? Hear what, Red?"

There was a rustling noise coming from above the two of them.

"That..." Red Ball said.

"Oh, I hear it now!" WinHearty jumped up from the bench and started yelling. "I don't know who you are, but you should show yourself this very instant!"

"Hey, hey! WinHearty, don't shout!" Red Ball jumped up as well, ran to WinHearty and put his hand on her mouth. 

Then the rustling came again. It because louder and louder, and now the two could hear a muffled voice from within it. 

"Hang on... is that...?!" WinHearty listened closer.

The two Miis were then taken by surprise when they saw Citronella fall from the tree onto the bench they were sitting on. 

"Ow- that was a nasty fall..." Citronella groaned as she got off the bench.

"Citronella!" WinHearty ran up to her. "Didn't know you were there! You gave me and Red a fright!"

"Whoops. Sorry," said Citronella, standing up and dusting herself off. 

"Anyway, what brings you here, Citronella?" asked Red Ball.

"Well, you see guys..." Citronella sighed. "I've lost my basketball. I've looked all over for it since this morning, and I still have no luck. Any chance you've seen it around here?"

"A basketball?" Red Ball repeated. "Wouldn't that be pretty easy to find due to it's... signature patterns and orange color?"

"It's also got an sticker of an orange on it, to show it's mine. Name tags are overused."

"A sticker of an orange. Noted."

"Maybe someone took it from you!" WinHearty said.

"Wait, what the?! What would they want my basketball for?!" exclaimed Citronella. "If someone DID take it, I'm going to show them!" She lunged at the tree.

"Whoa, whoa, calm down, Citronella!" Red Ball took hold of her and held her back. "You can't just go around hurting people for taking your stuff..."

"Ugh, fine. But I'll still teach them a lesson!"

"Please don't, Citronella. We don't want a fight escalating here."

"Fine then. Ugh, if only your look-alike were here, WinHearty, then she would have helped me find it."

"She's away, Citronella. She had to help her mom out with something, remember?" said WinHearty.

"Oh. Almost forgot. Bummer."

WinHearty was thinking of what else she could do to help her friend out, when she then got an idea. "Hey, maybe we can help you find your basketball, Citronella. We could try asking around here, see if anyone has it."

"Wait, you will?" said Citronella. "Whoa! Thanks a bunch, guys! If you find it, let me know and give it back to me here."

"We can't guarantee you that we WILL find it," WinHearty told her. "But if we do, we WILL give it back. Don't you worry."