[Galadriel55]

As the TIG team got ready to play their game, they realized that all of them were missing their supplies of crocodilian stickers! First, they thought that they misplaced them in the cookie jar, but the cookie jar was empty. Then they thought they forgot them in the bathtub, but that was empty as well. All the wights, wolves, and other species came to the same conclusion simultaneously.

“Somebody stole our crocodilian stickers!” sallywight voiced the common thought.

“The rogue took my beautiful stickers!” Thuringwethil wailed. “What am I going to do without them?”

“I had a beautiful little alligator,” Inzilawolf confessed. “I named him Bob. And now my poor darling Bobby is gone!”

“I had all 23 species of crocodilians,” said Borowolf. “I will never have such a complete collection again!”

Nerwight and Phantomwolf were accusing each other, just like in good old Werewolf games. Draugluin howled and chased around a moth. Galadriwight was running around in circles, reciting the quadratic formula because that helped her pronounce the name of her Paleosuchus trigonatus. Legatewight was shouting very loudly at her to be quiet. Shastawolf was crying crocodile tears.

Then a brilliant idea hit Niplwolf on the head so hard that he said “ow!” and hit it back, but then realized what was happening and quickly pulled in back into his head. “I know who stole our crocodilian stickers!” he yelled across the room. “It was the garbage man! He wanted to ransom them for chocolate chips! Here is what we have to do.” And Nilpwolf carefully laid out his plan of getting back the beloved stickers.

That night, Nilp walked out of the TIG camp with a bag of small, round, brown chunks. He set the bag next to a tree that was exactly 37 and a half steps away from the nearest McDonald’s and pinned a piece of paper that said, “In return for our crocodilian stickers. –TIG.” He then strolled away lazily. As soon as he was out of sight, a stealthy figure of a garbage man appeared from behind the tree and stretched a hand towards the bag.

“Aha!” shouted Nilp as le leapt onto the garbage man from behind. “Tricked ya! Now give me back our stickers!” The garbage man was too scared to protest. Taking both the stickers and the bag, the victorious Nilp returned to his teammates. Once inside, he opened the bag and spilled out a ton of coffee grains. “Now we get to have the coffee, and the chocolate, and the stickers!”

And the TIG team was once again ready to play football.