Once upon a time, in the evergreen state of Washington, where the mountains stretch tall enough to poke the sky and the lakes are so deep they could swallow a skyscraper, there existed a merry group of kids who loved to sew. These children, known as the Stitchin' Squad, were no ordinary bunch. The leader of the pack was a cheeky, freckled redhead named Sally. She was as fast with a needle as a squirrel is with an acorn. Sally could sew a patch on a pair of jeans before you could say "Apple Pie!" Then there was Timmy, a witty little lad with glasses as thick as soda bottle bottoms. He loved to create plush creatures with his sewing skills, from an eight-armed octopus to a grinning Cheshire cat. He once sewed a life-sized replica of Bigfoot, causing quite a stir in their small town. Next in line was Jenny, the quiet but mischievously clever girl who had an uncanny knack for sewing intricate patterns. There were whispers that her needle was enchanted because her stitches were just too perfect. And lastly, we can't forget George, a chunky boy with a contagious laugh who had an unusual talent for sewing patches of every shape and size. He once sewed a patch so large it could have been used as a parachute. Together, these Washington whizzes could stitch, sew, mend and make like nobody's business. Their stitching adventures were as vast as the Pacific coastline and as exciting as a ride up the Space Needle. Whether they were sewing a superhero cape for the school mascot or mending the Mayor's favorite cardigan, the Stitchin' Squad was always in stitches, literally!