After the unfortunate demise of his police detective father, Wendell Dankworth and his friend Jerome Weeble take up the roles of private investigators and begin a search for the criminals responsible.
Their inexperience and bumbling leads them into...
"Why can't we just go in and take him? Two wannabe tough guys and a woman that doesn't even want him there aren't going to stop us."
"Mr. Undergrove, I don't want to begin my reign in this city with a possible triple killing. What I do want to do," Don Parco stood and went to her purse, "is give you all a demonstration of the product that is going to make us all a lot of money." She turned, spinning the mask on her hand, and smiling at Max.
"This ain't Halloween, lady." Benjamin looked to Fletcher for support.
"It works for me, Benny. An old man snatches the nephew, and they could give a description right down to the nth degree, and it wouldn't mean a thing - the old man doesn't exist."
"This I'd have to see." Benjamin frowned and shrugged.
"You will, Mr. Undergrove. Just make yourself comfortable and I'll be back shortly." Don Parco left the room, still spinning the mask on her hand.
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"I tell you, man, when she came back downstairs in that get up, I was friggin' blown away!" Benjamin sat shaking his head.
"Damn good, even if I do say so." Max grinned appreciatively, as they watched from the parked car, Don Parco climb the front steps of the house.
"Those two saw it in my shop that time they came there." Max said.
"I'm not worried about those dunces, The woman is the one who'll twig if any of them do." Fletcher cautioned.
"No way," Max argued. "It's perfect."
"I gotta agree." Benjamin added.
"We'll soon see."
Audrey heard the knock at the front door and went to answer, opening it up to see a weary, stooped, old man.
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"Can I help you?"
"I'm looking for a Wendell Dankworth? Does he live here?" The voice was odd, and Audrey frowned as she listened, peering closer at the man.
"May I ask what this is about?"
"Please, Miss, does he live here?"
"Yes, but--"
The gun appeared, and the weary stoop disappeared, as Don Parco pushed through into the hallway.
"Get him out here. Now!"
"Hey, just who do you think you are!" Audrey pushed back and took a nasty blow to the side of her head. She cried out, and Wendell's voice could be heard calling her name.
He stopped in the hall entrance, staring at the old man then at Audrey, who was holding the side of her head. A few seconds later, Jerome bumped into him from behind.
"What's happenin'?"
"I don't know, but this old geez hit Audrey."
"What! Hey, I know him - I mean . . ." Jerome's brow creased. "Yeah! That's the face that was on Shines work table."
