By the time Leland floated in to the Julytime Bash, the joint was jumping. Cats were being catty, Bats were being batty, and rats were being ratty. Snakes hadn't arrived yet.
He spotted his former roommate Wilmur the Ghost Crab. Animals were were comforting him for some recent trauma, though he still seemed reluctant to offer any of his sand soup. He planned to find his friend Olaf the Cape Seal, who was supposedly in attendance and owed Leland $40.
But first, food.
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