I'm Robin Hood, and I live on Sherwood Forest Drive. My two friends, Tucker Friar (we call him Friar Tuck) and John Little (We call him Little John), live there, too. My life was pretty normal, until Principal Richards went missing, and Vice Principal Johnson took over.

It was my mom's day to do the taxes. She held a calculator and thousands of papers. She looked frustrated. "What's wrong, Mom?" "Oh, nothing. Your school costs are just raised a bit, sweetie, that's all," she said, obviously trying not to worry me. "Um, ok. I'm, uh, just gonna go play outside." "Ok, sweetie."

I ambled outside the find Little John on his custom-made bike (custom-made to hold all his abnormal weight). "Hey, Robin!" he yelled, waving his hand at me, then nearly falling off of his bike. "What's up?" I shrugged. "Mom says the school cost got raised." "Funny," he said. "My mom said that, too." "Why do you reckon?" "I'd reckon Vice Principal Johnson," Tuck says, coming out the door to his house. "He's done something so that no-one comes to the after-school church anymore. I just know it." "What do you mean, Friar?" Little John asked. "Almost no-one has showed up since Principal Richards disappeared. I'd have thought we'd have twice as many as usual, praying for him." "Well, it'd be wrong to just automatically blame everything on Vice Principal Johnson," I reminded them. "Ok, but, I'm telling you, Robin, he's responsible for this. All of it. School cost raises, church absences, all of it. I promise you," said Little John. "Whatever. I won't believe you unless you can give me proof."