Round Robbin

On blackest night, a small group of cloaked figures scale the castle walls – a monkey with a pickaxe, a bear with a crossbow, a fox in a suit of armour. Their goal: to relieve this castle of all its treasures. Through winding corridors, past guards and traps, they make their way to the vault. But as they grab their prize, a shout goes up, and the chase is on. At least there are no dead ends with enough gunpowder. At last the group explodes into the night, treasure in hand, safe – at least until ...