It was a bright and sunny day at Gerny Acres Farm. Gertrude McCluck woke up abruptly to the rooster's confident crow. She began grooming but ended up gawking because all of a sudden she noticed, to her horror, her good-luck-charm spyglass was missing!

"Help, help! My treasure is gone!" cried Gertrude.

"What treasure?" asked Pipsqueak, the untrustworthy rat, yawning.

"It's my prized precious spyglass. Go and ask the neighbors if they saw anything weird last night," ordered Gertrude.

Pipsqueak rapidly scuttled to the next farm and was just about to ask if they had seen anything suspicious when he saw something quite curious of his own. What he saw made his jaw drop. Their friend, Buffy the queen of BSM Farm, was trying to break into a food container with a shattered, out-of-shape, sorry looking spyglass. Pipsqueak returned to Gertrude as fast as his corn kernel sized legs could carry him. He headed toward the coop and called a quick meeting in the courtyard. He started squeaking seriously about what he had just witnessed. "I bet y'all a whole sack of feed if you find Buffy, you'll find the missing spyglass. She's got it!"

Before anyone could respond the rooster, Duke Strutsmore, interrupted and crowed, "You have to luv dis sunshine!" Everyone started clucking gayly in agreement.

"Gertrude! Hell-oh, coop to Gertrude! I just saw Buffy mangling the mysteriously missing spyglass! Is any birdie listening?"

Just then they smelled something smoky. All clawed their way to the coop and saw a nest box burning. There were fried eggs on the floor! The chickens scrambled around in panic until they spilt the waterer and put out the fire.

They all bobbed their heads around squawking and balking until they heard the loud raucous clucking of Betty Buttercup, "I found it; I found it!"

"What did you find, you bird-brain?" taunted Pipsqueak.

"I found the source of the fire, you pea brain, which is Gertrude's spyglass up there in the window."

Excitement erupted in the coop. Then, to everyone's sudden surprise Buffy walked in and the din went dead.

Pipsqueak broke the silence, looked at Gertrude's treasured spyglass, turned to Buffy and exclaimed, "Why, if that's the real spyglass , what do you have and where did you get it?"

"Sir Randy, the rooster, found it when he crossed the road," said Buffy. "He knows how much I admire Gertrude and thought it the perfect gift for me. I just don't know how to use it yet. Uh, Gertrude, can you teach me?" Buffy asked innocently.

"Sure," stammered Gertrude as she consulted her daytimer. " How about next Friday?"

Buffy flew the coop happily, oblivious that her friends had just accused her of being a thief.

With daggers in their eyes, the Gerny chickens looked directly at the trembling rat and squawked, "Pay up Pipsqueak!"