That evening, they set off through the tunnels. Past the Jammy Dodger factory. Past the tidal wave zone where the toilet bowls flushed in sync every hour. Deeper than the Toad’s old lair.
Roddy sat on a discarded bottle cap throne, staring at a calendar made of old coffee filters. Rita noticed him counting on his paws. flushed away 4 10
The letter read:
Roddy’s whiskers trembled. "Flushed Away 4-10," he whispered. "Not a date of danger. A date of founding." That evening, they set off through the tunnels
"Flushed Away 4-10," Roddy said quietly. "The day everything changed." flushed away 4 10
"Still thinking about it?" she asked.