Prologue
"Why is it that I see those pink ears in my office so frequently?" Asked Mr Frond as he slowly paced the perimeter of the dingy room.
"You call this an office?" Louise smirked.
"Yes" replied Mr Frond curtly, clearly offended. "And it seems that you are being sent here far too often for my liking young lady".
"Clearly I'm in dire need of some of your world renowned counselling" Louise answered innocently, with just a glint of mischief in her eye.
"Indeed, perhaps we should begin by..." He paused. He had just sat down on his chair, resulting in a loud squelching noise. Louise roared with laughter, nearly falling off of her own chair.
"Classic!" She cried, as Mr Frond rose, shaking with rage, bits of brownie dropping off of his pants.
"Miss Belcher" he growled, attempting to keep composure. "I'm afraid there's only one place suitable for children like you".
"Where's that?" She chortled, wiping a tear from her eye. Mr Frond silently chucked a pamphlet into her lap, and she scooped it up. "Wharton Summer Camp for Troubled Kids" she read aloud with a snort. "Mr Frond, last week I had to sell half of Mum's porcelain baby collection on eBay instead of allowance. I doubt my parents can afford this".
"That's the best part" Mr Frond grinned maliciously. "It's free".