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Our story starts in the afternoon, just as Puffy finishes closing the bank for the day.
"What a great day that was!" Gerald calls as he waves his goodbyes. "Bye Bye Puffy!"
"Yes, it was." Puffy remarks sarcastically, frustrated that she still didn't catch him for any wrongdoings, but is nevertheless relieved to finally get away from the unbearably chipper featherbrain. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she now has the afternoon entirely to herself.
What should she do?