Bab 179: Chapter One Hundred And Seventy-nine: Where Is Your Horn.

The third point of view

"So are you in or out? Trust me when I say I don't need chickens in this team" 

Pedro was in a dilemma, he was the oldest amongst them, so was supposed to make the right decision yet Isabella had a way with words and could be quite persuasive.

"You're running out of time" Isabella tapped her foot impatiently, she didn't have much patience left.

The more time they spent indecisively, the faster Maya was liable to catch them being alone in a secluded corner of the kitchen - a telltale sign of their impending mischief.

"What's your plan?" Pedro finally inquired which brought a smile to her lips.

"Simple, we have our fun while Maya's still distracted"

"What?" 

"From my hypothesis, your mother Cecil, my aunt Emily and granny is  sure to keep Maya busy and preoccupied enough not to notice our disappearance - "

"That is all?" Anabelle was quick to ask.