Hours later, Paul pushed us out of the house and forced us to report to the crime scene. I already was in a terrible mood; Paul punched me and he thinks I was the one who did it.
Sure, this morning I would say that he was going a little too far. But I know how much he loves that dog, and I know now to never get in the way of it. It'll cost a tooth if you're unlucky.
Private Investigator Starr: Isn't it illegal to be out here after dark?
Inspector Harrison: It's not necessarily illegal. You'll probably just get fined if you're caught.
Private Investigator Starr: That's still scary...
Constable Lenny: Oh, snap out of it you two. We've got evidence to find and spy gear to use...
Inspector Harrison: I'm pretty sure you only agreed to this for the spy gear.
Private Investigator Starr: What do we really need it for? It's not like we're dealing with an actual criminal.
Paul: *through walkie-talkie* Hey guys! Find anything yet?
Constable Lenny: Paul, we literally just got here.
Paul: I know, but I want you to be on the lookout at all times! If you see anything suspicious, report it to me! I'm just here comforting Martha in her time of need. Anyway, good luck!
It was a calm night. We sit on the benches in the pitch black park, nothing of interest happening.
Until we heard it: a rustle in the bushes.
Private Investigator Starr: *clings to George* What was that?
Constable Lenny: *pulls out knockout ray* Stay back, fiend! I have a weapon and I'm not afraid to use it!
A large, looming shadow peaks from around the corner of the restrooms. I had my knockout ray at the ready. This was the excitement I signed up for.
Private Investigator Starr: *still holding onto George* George, help me.
Inspector Harrison: I'm pretty sure Paul wants us to use our detective names.
Private Investigator Starr: I don't care! I don't want to die...
Inspector Harrison: You're not dying on my watch.
George shined the only flashlight we had onto the wall...revealing a cat.
Constable Lenny: Kitty!
Inspector Harrison: Oh no.
Constable Lenny: Aww...can we keep it?
Private Investigator Starr: John...
Constable Lenny: Wait...I recognize you. Aww, it's the cat I rescued from the tree earlier! Poor thing...you must be hungry.
Inspector Harrison: Did you do that when you went to the bathroom while we were here?
Constable Lenny: I saved her before I went.
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Detective Macca
FanfictionWelcome to the home of Detective Macca's mysteries! I originally housed these in my second Beatles Fiendish Thingies book, but I didn't want them to be all of the book with nothing left for other updates, so now all mysteries are here, including the...
