Clink. An ice cube hits the bottom of a lowball glass, followed by the long pour of some heavy cream. "Mondays..." mutters a voice from behind a cheap wooden desk. "I hate Mondays".
"Just pretend it's Tuesday then!" chimes in a chipper Jon Arbuckle from the front of the room.
"That might work for small brained bozos like you, deluding yourself into happiness. I know the score, though. It's why you answer the phones and I do all the work".
Jon slouched down in his chair, deflated. "Was just trying to help..."
"I know. It's not your fault. That last case just really took it out of me. Who could do that to such a fine pan of lasagna. It makes you question humanity." Garfield lit a cigeratte and spun his chair around. "Might need a vacation, some time off to clear my head. Or maybe just pizza."
There was a soft knock, followed by the creaking of the heavy oak door slowly opening. Jon pulled himself up in his chair and gathered himself to welcome the incoming client. "Welcome to Detective Garfield's; how can we help you today?", but then quickly realized there was no one there. "Ummm, no one's there?".
"Hello chap!" squeaked a voice from below eyesight. "Got myself into quite the pickel and could really use some assistance!"
Puzzled, Jon looked around the room, but saw no one. After hearing a high pitched voice clearing it's throat, he stood up so he could look down at the floor in front of the receptionist desk. Standing there was a 2 foot tall wooden dummy dressed to the nines, with a monacle, top hat and tuxedo.
"Name's Charlie McCarthy and I need some help settling up with a previous business partner. Could say we didn't end on the best of terms; he was always up my ass!" and then he began to laugh hardily to himself.
Garfield sighed and extinguished his cigarette. "Mondays....."
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Detective Garfield
FanfictionIn a world filled with murderers, liars and thieves, one cat has the gumption to protect the innocent and punish the wicked. Especially on Mondays.
