There were boxes piled high, stacks of newspapers, dust bunnies, everything you'd expect in a typical store room. Brewster moved things around searching for his old piano bench. It had worn almost completely through, had some rotting legs, and was just time to leave. Brewster figured it had been around so long that he should keep it just for old-time's sake.

"I know it's back here somewhere. I didn't put it away too long ago..." he said as he wiped his forehead. "What's in there?"

Copper smirked, "You'll see."

Brewster stared at him blankly before slowly nodding. "Alright, alright... I trust you." There was still a skeptical look in his eyes as he turned away but he continued working.

Copper pushed a couple stacks of boxes away before he got to a stack that just wouldn't move. As he went to wrap his paw around one of the boxes to tug on it he felt a sting. A sliver. "I found it..." he muttered.


The two set the frail cardboard boxes aside and there it was. Worn through where the pianist or musician would sit, rotten in the legs just like Brewster had said. Copper smiled as he remembered sitting in The Roost listening to the musical stylings of Totakeke. "Does K.K. ever stop in anymore?" Copper asked as he sat down next to the bench.

"He hasn't been here in a while. Changed his name to K.K. Slider and got pretty big in the area. He'll walk in with a guitar every now and then to introduce some new music but he isn't a regular like he used to be."

"At least he's getting noticed. He was good."

"He was." Brewster agreed. "So, what were you looking for?"

Copper stood up and leaned on the bench, the wood creaking under his weight. He lifted the top off the bench and exposed the storage compartment where music books were kept. There were still a few books in there, filled with dust after years of going unused. Copper opened one of the books and flipped through the pages.

"Looking for something?"

"Yeah... a couple pages from one of my notebooks... I stuck them in here so I would never lose them. I don't remember which book I put them in, though."

He continued sifting through the pages of the books before he had looked through them all. After double checking he sighed and leaned against the wall. On those pages was some critical information regarding the origin of a statue. The "obviously uneducated amateur," as Copper described him, who determined the age of the statue was actually off by several decades. Copper had done extensive research on the artifact, spoke with a handful of experts, and was able to correctly age the statue as well as accurately appraise it. That information would cause an uproar among museum curators around the globe.

"I think Totakeke took some of the books with his favorite songs when he left to tour the city." Brewster said after a few moments of silence.

Copper's eyes shot up. "Where can I find him?"

"This stuff must be important."


"Follow me to my office, we'll track him down."