It was a typical Tuesday evening in the city, and Bertha was feeling restless. She had been stuck inside all day, binge-watching her favorite shows, and was in dire need of some adventure.
She decided to take her prized possession, a 1985 Pontiac Firebird, for a spin. The wind in her hair, the sun on her face, and the hum of the V8 in her ears, she was free.
She cruised down Main St, where she met a particularly plump, fluffy Muffin who caught her eye. She pulled over to ask the Muffin if she wanted to grab some coffee, and before she knew it, they were sipping lattes and swapping stories. But little did Bertha know, the Muffin was not just any Muffin, but a secret agent with a penchant for pink, Panzer tanks.