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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Chase through the Night<br />
The name of the traitor was soon on everybody’s lips.<br />
The only person who had access to the control room<br />
and Boris’s car keys was his assistant, Emilio. Shortly after<br />
the end of the performance, Emilio had gone to the ticket<br />
booth, offering to take the cashbox to the villa’s safe.<br />
Now, tight-lipped, the assistant raced in the stolen luxury<br />
car along the mountain road. The cashbox from the Cannelloni<br />
<strong>Circus</strong> bounced on the seat next to him. Emilio silenced<br />
his conscience, which was trying to scold him for the theft.<br />
You’ve paid your dues, he told himself. It’s your turn to enjoy<br />
life now.<br />
First, he would drive the limo across the mountains to the<br />
nearest train station. Then he would take a bullet train to the<br />
coast. He could easily blend into tourist crowds there. He<br />
would check into the finest room of the finest hotel under a<br />
false name, and order breakfast in bed every single day!<br />
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