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 Caravan Sets Off<br />
The special inspector cautiously opened one eye. He was<br />
lying on a bed that was moving. The bed was in a room<br />
that was moving. He could hear the hum of an engine in<br />
the background. Inside the dim room, he could make out a<br />
small window, through which he could see the dark night,<br />
lit only by the moon and stars. A gloomy suspicion filled his<br />
mind.<br />
Maximillian’s performance the previous night had been a<br />
huge success. The other performers had gathered around<br />
him to pat him on the back afterward. He had felt proud—<br />
and wild, which was a completely new feeling for him. Budo<br />
had carried him on his shoulders to Andrei’s kitchen for an<br />
evening snack with the entire circus crowd.<br />
By the time they had gotten to dessert, the group had abandoned<br />
all formality, and Special Inspector Maximillian<br />
Knapp had become Maximillian. After dessert, he’d become<br />
“Max.” Flustered, he remembered how snake woman<br />
Cleopatra had tousled his hair playfully and called him her<br />
own little Max.<br />
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