Où est le bébé?

Connie rocks. Connie sent us a king cake. She baked it, packaged it (with appropriate instructions, "Please handle with care! Thanks!"), and shipped it right to our little home.

Emily also rocks. Emily attacked the king cake last night. I helped her. We are trying to find the baby! Just let us! Justin did not let us. He stopped us. There are still parts of the cake left, but it has suffered great losses. And we have not found the damn baby.

Maybe we need a real detective on the job?