Locked Up

Poor Arlo, stuck behind bars, I might smuggle in a stick inside a cake, as a surprise, don't tell the polis, they'll be on to me... or Arlo? Arlo didn't know I was bringing a cake, he doesn't know what a cake is, he'll eat a cake though, but no candles, it's not his birthday, just give me a stick he says, he don't care about Sue's report, just throw me the bloody stick.

Sigh.