Presents, presents, presents… Ant King and Heffanutt are out shopping Christmas presents. Heffanutt is balancing packages in different sizes and shapes while trying to keep his balance on the slippery road. Why are there always so many packages to carry home?
Ant King is walking in front of him, his thoughts are set on the mysterious happenings at home. The broken angel, the snowball thrower, the gravel in the ski track, the missing sugar, and the messy kitchen. What is going on? Ant King loves mysteries and now he has gotten one right in his lap. Could it be the neighbor? It doesn`t seem likely, he is a good friend, and thinking that he would sneak into the house at nighttime just doesn`t fit. It must be someone else. Maybe someone with naughty children has moved to the forest without Ant King knowing it yet. He sure gonna talk to that rascal if he finds him or her.