Asking your best friend for help can sometimes mean big trouble. That’s what Fiona realized when Cleo showed up at her house first thing Saturday morning. She was armed with their new plan for Operation Underwear.
“What are those?” asked Fiona, pointing to the bright orange sheets of paper in Cleo’s hands.
Cleo smiled and wiggled her eyebrows. She held up the flyers so Fiona could see. Large block letters in Cleo’s messy handwriting filled the paper: