'Henry adores cupcakes. A little too much. So when the heavenly scent of baking cupcakes dance around his hooter, he must obey his schnoz and hunt down the cupcakes destined to reside inside his grumbly, rumbly, tummy. But there’s a problem. There is a VERY long queue, and a fox with large, pointy, sparkling white teeth ...' (Source: Publisher's blurb)
