Roxanne burst into the newsroom. "You won't believe what I got a hold of!"

Her supervisor, Mr. Henderson, looked up from his desk, notably unshocked at the koala's dramatic entrance. "What's that now?"

"I've got the wombat's birth certificate!" She slammed down the stack of documents. "Along with a few other tidbits that will blow the lid off his whole sham enterprise."

Mr. Henderson rubbed his forehead. "Are you seriously still working the Underwood file? We've been over this. Our audience doesn't want to hear about it."

Roxanne's eyes narrowed as she closely studied her boss's face. "No. Say it isn't so. He got to you!"

"If you're questioning my journalistic integrity, then all I can say is—"

"You were a buffalo when I came in yesterday," she accused. "How come you're a kangaroo today?"

"Kangaroo?" Mr. Henderson tugged at the collar encompassing his suspiciously elongated neck. "I don't know what you're talking about. I just... got my fur done. That's all."

Roxanne backed away, standing in the threshold of the doorway. "Oh yeah? Walk over here and tell me that to my face."

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You can't get anything past Roxanne. The people must know the truth!

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