Author's Note

The Spy of the Tiger stole the maracas.

someone stole his maracas?

"WHERE ARE THEY?" Sombra roared, planting both hooves on the Somdonald's counter.

"Where are wha--"

"My maracas!"

"Uh--" the customer backed away. "Listen man, I just wanted an ice cream."

"Machine's broken." Sombra snapped back into his 'customer service voice'. "You know why?"

The customer slowly shook his head.

"BECAUSE MY MARACAS ARE GOOOOOOOOOOOONE!"