Mr. Cannelloni's Circus
Mr. Cannelloni’s circus has been operating for generations—ever since his great-grandfather started it one hundred years ago. But with ticket sales dropping and the circus equipment falling into disrepair, the future of Cannelloni’s Circus looks bleak, especially when a strict special inspector arrives to look things over. Luckily Mr. Cannelloni’s wife, Rosita—once a daring tightrope walker—has some new bold stunts in mind. With the help of a snake woman, a strongman, daredevil horsemen, and other circus performers, Rosita launches “Operation Hannibal.” Will her risky rescue plan be enough to save Mr. Cannelloni’s Circus?
Mr. Cannelloni’s circus has been operating for generations—ever since his great-grandfather started it one hundred years ago. But with ticket sales dropping and the circus equipment falling into disrepair, the future of Cannelloni’s Circus looks bleak, especially when a strict special inspector arrives to look things over.
Luckily Mr. Cannelloni’s wife, Rosita—once a daring tightrope walker—has some new bold stunts in mind. With the help of a snake woman, a strongman, daredevil horsemen, and other circus performers, Rosita launches “Operation Hannibal.” Will her risky rescue plan be enough to save Mr. Cannelloni’s Circus?
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The audience gradually departed. Only the parking lot<br />
for the fancy cars and extra-stretch limousines was still<br />
packed. Boris’s villa shined like a giant torch in the evening<br />
light. The host had invited the performers and the remaining<br />
people to enjoy some food after the show. At the height of<br />
the party, the French doors to the hall were suddenly flung<br />
open.<br />
Boris’s chauffer rushed in, followed by Max. “Someone stole<br />
the circus cashbox!” Max cried.<br />
“I’m afraid that <strong>Mr</strong>. Bubka’s limousine has disappeared,<br />
too!” added the chauffeur. “The spare keys are no longer on<br />
the wall of the control room!”<br />
”The cashbox? Stolen?” Madame Rosita fainted, but luckily,<br />
Boris managed to grab her in his arms. The guests rushed<br />
to the windows of the dining room and saw a light-colored<br />
luxury car—Boris’s limousine— slip through the gate. There<br />
was no time to waste.<br />
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