A hippie, a smartie, a couple, the crew. Fighting against monsters, liars, and voodoo. Along with a dog that has a penchant for snacks. These young detectives are always on the scene. Hop along and join their mystery machine.

Named by all who came before, the Greeks and Romans rule these celestial skies. If you connect the dots just so, the lines image appear just so. From twins to hunters, no image is lacking.

In the forest of threads, I do rest, A shield 'gainst the chill at your chest. Though sleeveless I be, I'm snug company, For woodland walks, I'm surely best.

I am born from fire yet favor the cold, I drink no blood, yet stories I hold. I whisper in palms and argue with night, Too small for a war, too honest for spite. I serve in the dark where silence is law. Say my name once, and you’ll feel what you saw.

I’m not alive, but I can die. And, always, when you need me the most.