Carl was startled awake by the ring of the phone on the nightstand next to his bed. He attempted to answer, but ended up knocking everything onto the floor with his hoof. “Curse these things! I wish I had thumbs,” Carl said to himself. After a few attempts, he was finally able to maneuver the phone to his face.
“Hello?” Carl said into the receiver.
“Carl, this is Mayor Quimby. We need your help right away. There has been a robbery at the downtown museum. You are pretty much my last option and I am desperate,” said the mayor
“I'm glad you came to me for help first,” Carl responded.
“Right well… you weren't my first choice. You know what nevermind. Can you come down to the museum right away?” Mayor Quimby asked.
“Abso-fracking-lutely” Carl exclaimed
Carl tried to hang up by tapping the “End Call” button on the screen. He ended up cracking the screen with his hoof. “Whoops, these phones weren't made very llama friendly,” Carl thought.
Carl rushed out of bed and threw on his backpack and cape. “Time for action!” Carl yelled. He walked out of his apartment and onto the street. He attempted to hail a cab to take to the museum.
All he got were weird looks from the passing drivers. No cab would stop. “Well looks like I'm walking downtown,” Carl said to himself “That's ok, it's only maybe 30 or 40 blocks”.
As Carl was walking down the street, he realized he had forgotten he could fly. He was wearing a cape so that should have been obvious. Carl exploded into the sky and directed himself to downtown.
In no time, he was outside of the museum. There was a perimeter of crime scene tape surrounding the outside of the building. Police cars lined the streets with their lights flashing.
Carl walked towards the entrance of the museum. He wasn't very good at ducking so he ended up walking through the tape and ripping it down. He climbed the steps to the front doors with three feet of crime scene tape dragging behind him.
Carl entered into the huge central mezzanine of the museum. Ahead of him were what looked liked detectives or maybe janitors, he wasn't sure. Regardless, he approached them and introduced himself.
“Greetings! I am Carl the super llama. Mayor Quimby called and requested my help to figure out this robbery,” said Carl
“Right…Ok well, last night someone broke in and stole the priceless green emerald. The exhibit was supposed to begin tomorrow,” the detective responded.
The detective motioned for Carl to follow him to the crime scene. They entered the exhibit hall and approached the display.
“What we have so far is that we know the thief entered through the window over there,” the detective said pointing to the window with broken glass underneath it. “The thief then smashed the display without setting off the alarm. He then grabbed the emerald and left through the same window.”
“He did this all without setting off the alarm system and disabling the camera system,” add a second detective.
Carl pondered this for a while. Since he was a llama, he kind of just stood in the hall and stared blankly. This was his thinking face. After an awkward 10 minutes of silence, the detective said “Are you ok?”
“Bellisimo! I have solved the mystery,” Carl screamed.
“I will step you through this genius solution detective. Prepare to be amazed,” Carl said
“First the thief entered through this window as evident by this broken glass. He then walked over to the display and smashed the glass and took the green emerald. He then turned and left through the same window,” Carl said
“That is what you figured out? I literally just told you that 10 minutes ago,” the detective responded.
“I don't remember that. Also I wasn't really listening when you were talking. Sorry,” said Carl “But something is missing. How did the attacker smash all these things without setting off a single alarm and simultaneously disabling the security cameras?”
“Well that we haven't figured out yet,” the detective said.
“Clearly this is the work of Giggles. This heist was incredibly complex and required a lot of coordination. The only thing an evil sloth is capable of. They are a crafty bunch,” Carl said.
“Well…but…actually that makes sense. What led you to that conclusion?” the detective said
“He left his signature calling card,” Carl said. He reached down and picked up a small cube.
“I think that is poop,” the detective said
“What? No this is Giggles' calling card. He leaves it at all his crimes,” Carl responded.
“Nope pretty sure that is poop,” the detective said
“Oh well…That is gross,” Carl responded dropping it onto the ground.
“Well detective it looks like my work is done here. No need to thank me, just doing my duty,” Carl said.
He broke into flight smashing through another window in the museum. ”…heh, duty,” Carl whispered to himself as he flew home.
