When Mrs. Bumble told me about the Jewels of Jericho in the barn that night, I thought she was a little nuts. But after the girls and I heard that the Black and White Sisters had swooped in and stolen my father and taken him to South America, I started to think . . . maybe it wasn't so crazy after all? I was really confused when Bumble - who is always a little out there - started talking about how I was her sacred 'charge' or 'responsibility' or something. And then she said I