“What do you suppose is in there?” Tuff asked, looking at the wrapped package.
Pudge shrugged and looked to Ben, who looked to Banjo.
“Do you still have it?” Ben asked.
Banjo pulled out the key.
“Right here,” he said. “The last thing she said was, ‘it’s the key to Christmas.’”
“Well, it’s a key alright,” Tuff said. “And it looks like it’s from something