"Impossible!" cried Frank. "What would a diamond be doing in a box of breath mints?"
"Well, what else could it be?" replied Meme somewhat tartly. She held out her hoof, the tiny object sparkling in the flashing lights of the slot machines. Frank took it from her and examined it narrowly.
"Jumpin' Jehoshaphat, you're right, Meme! And it's not just a diamond - it's a diamond *button*."
They stared into each other's eyes, then, with the same thought, turned to look at the rest of the mints. Together, they reached for the open box, intent on nibbling their way through the rest and discovering if there were any more hidden treasures amongst the curiously powerful peppermints.
Unfortunately, their hooves collided, knocking the tin over and scattering the mints across the busy Casino floor.
"Frank, we've got to get those mints!" gasped Meme. Together they started to root around on the ground, grabbing at the mints, which were rolling every which way, under slot machines, being kicked by passers-by, and into dusty corners. Occasionally they bumped heads, but, being goats, this didn't bother them.
When they were finished, they had found twenty-seven dollars in change and tokens...and not a single mint. "Where did they *go*?" said Meme. "It's like they all just...disappeared!"
Frank didn't answer. He was turning his head upside down to read a newspaper hanging from a tourist's hand. "SP-OILED JEANS LUXURY LINE THEFT!" screamed the headline.
"Meme," bleated Frank, "This says that nineteen pairs of designer jeans were stolen last week. They had rips, holes, stains, and...diamond button-flys."
Meme's eyes went wide. "Frank! What have we gotten ourselves into?"
Have Frank and Meme bitten off more than they can chew?
Where *did* the mints disappear to?
Stay tuned for the next exciting installment of "Frank and Meme", same Goat-Time, same Goat-Channel!