Detective Macca

Constable Lenny's Cornflake Catsrophe

6:00 in the morning. Well, there's no use going back to sleep now.

I had a rough night of recording with the others yesterday. Paul and I stayed up until midnight just to finish one song. I fell asleep in the midst of the session. Whatever happened afterwards is unbeknownst to me.

All this stress is making me hungry. I'm far too impatient to wait for the others; I need my specific fix.

Oh, my sweet cornflakes, I'm coming...

I go to my special cupboard, expecting the burst of morning magic that emerges from cereal.

The problem was that they were gone.

All that was left was the note I put on the front of the box:

"Limit yourself. These belong to me. THAT MEANS YOU, GEORGE." -John

Somebody did it...and it's time that Constable Lenny goes full on noir instead of Paul for once. As soon as everyone arises, they're in for a treat...

So that's how it started. I put my detective clothes on, poking Paul repeatedly. Although I've done it so much that I believe they've all developed a resistance to it...

Cor. That's not fair. Well, I do have one more trick up my sleeve.

"Oh, Martha! Come here for a second..."

Yes, yes. Martha is a well trained sheepdog. After all, she's our new little police dog, if you want to call her that. She's going to be a big help...

I lead her to the kitchen, spotting some leftover crumbs on the floor. Perfect.

"You see this, Martha? These are cornflake crumbs. My precious food babies have been taken from me, and you're gonna help me. Familiarize the scent. You're gonna have to spot it on the others..."

She barked. Eh, close enough for me.

Paul: John! What are you doing?

Oh crap. It's Paul. Time to go noir...

Paul: *scans John's body* Oh, we're solving a mystery today? Hold on, I'll tell the others and we'll get our suits on. What are we solving-

Constable Lenny: Oh no, Macca, we're not solving a mystery today. I am.

Paul: Um...ok. What's the problem?

Constable Lenny: Gather the others. I've got a few questions for you all...

Paul: *nods in confusion*

Perfect. It's all working out splendidly...

Constable Lenny: I didn't want to have to bust this out yet...but I've got no choice. *pulls out the box of spy gear*