It was another, seemingly normal morning in the suburban neighborhood Rodney J. Squirrel. He awoke fairly late in the morning to find that his best pal Andy was not there. He then lazily made his way to the kitchen, announcing to anyone in earshot that he was up and ready to eat. No one, however, was within earshot.

Rodney: Andy…oh Andy. It's time to feed the squirrel. I's got a hankering for some waffles this morning. Oh no…

Rodney was immediately overtaking with the familiarity of the situation. None of the Johnsons were around and on the refrigerator was a note. He had a bad feeling that he already knew what it would say but he decided to read it anyway.

"Dear Rodney,

We will be gone for a week on vacation. I tried to get you up but you were still fast asleep and Dad was rushing us out the door. You managed to survive two weeks alone so I feel confident that you'll be ok for one week. See ya after a week pal.

Your Best Bud

Andy

P.S. We've decided to lock the can opener up. We do want to return to a still standing house."

Rodney: (panicky) Oh no…alone again…for an entire week. Ok Rod…be cool. Like Andy said, you survived two weeks on your own…you'll be fine for one week. Just don't try to think about it too much. Hey…this picture of a dancing Mr. J on the bottom of this note is pretty good. Never figured Mr. J to be that artistic...Ok, back to more pressing matters. If I'm to survive this week I need to do what I did the last time I was face with this situation. I'll go to Leon. I just hope I can get through all that living wild jazz intact.

So Rodney made the long and tiring trek up to Leon's home in the tree in the Johnson's back yard. For most, this would not seem like such a tiring journey. For those who know Rodney, the earlier statement makes all the sense in the world.

Rodney: (panting) Leon…I need…your assista…Leon?

Leon too was nowhere to be found. This was starting to concern Rodney big time.

Rodney: Oh great…don't tell me he's decided to go on vacation too. Now what I'm I gonna do? Of course…Darlene will help me get through this week…she can't resist this hunk of burning love after all. (licks finger and places it on his hip making a sizzling noise with his mouth)

So Rodney then goes to Darlene's tree with much more energy and enthusiasm thanks in large part to his desire to see Darlene. Once he arrived, it was more of the same. No one was home. Like with Leon, it appeared she had left on a planned trip. There were no signs of foul play at either Leon's or Darlene's tree. It all seemed so strange that the folks he cared about the most had all up and left at the same time.

Rodney: I don't get it. What is going on here? Did I miss the memo calling for some all squirrel convention or something? (sighs) Well I guess I should try to scrounge up something to eat. Then I guess I'll just head back home. Maybe an explanation to all this will reveal itself shortly.