Shelby thought it safe to remain in her home for the rest of the night until this killer who was preying on her friends was found and incarcerated. Maria, Britney, and Skyler were all dead now. Three of her best friends since elementary school. Things like this don't happen in small towns.
As for Phoebe, she was with her parents. Her dad and her mom, who was also Ben's biological mother, were mourning with the authorities. Ben was missing and probably, as the Muffin Man said, dead.
"You all better make sure that all those other little honeys are safe!" said her mother.
"Calm down, Mrs.Watson. We have this under control. The safety of Morgan Cooper, Neil Flammel, Robbie Russell, Hunter Day, Shelby Hughes, and Thomes TaTas is in our hands and we will not let you down," the chief of police said.
From Phoebe the authorities knew that Morgan and Neil were at Monni's. Robbie and Hunter were also together at Hunter's house, where both of his parents were present. Yet, when they called Thomes' mother, there was no answer.
"No! Please let Thomes be okay!" Phoebe said. "I seriously love him. He told me we 'get on real good' today at Lake Victoria."
The authorities decided to go down the street to the home of the TaTas.
They knocked twice on the door since there was no doorbell, much to their annoyance. And to make matters even worse, no one was answering. The chief of police found this the perfect oppurtunity to barge in.
Before they did, Mrs.TaTas came to the door. Her face was heavy with dark make-up, her hair was dyed black with red and bleach blonde streaks, and she had a very low cut, tight t-shirt on.
"I believe you are Mrs.TaTas," said the chief.
"And you are?...." she drifted off against the threshold.
"Chief Callaway," he answered. "Do you know the whereabouts of your son, Thomes? There is a serial killer on the loose that seems to be going after all of his little friends."
"No..." Mrs.TaTas looked back into her house and screamed at her little eight-year-old daughter. "AIDEN, WHERE IS THOMES?!"
Aiden screamed back, "I DON"T CARE!"
"YOU'RE A POOPFACE!"
"YOU'RE A POOPY SQUIRT!!!"
"YOU'RE A POOPERNUTTER!!!!"
"YOU'RE A POOP MUFFIN!!!!!!!!" Aiden screamed at her mother, who Chief Callaway was looking at strangely at this exact moment.
Mrs.TaTas lit a cigarette and shrugged at him.
Chief Callaway said,"Actually, what I was about to say next was that the murderer calls himself the Muffin Man. Wears a Halloween mask. It is believed that he uses a knife and a skateboard as a weapon."
"Sounds like one of Thomes' scummy, emo friends," said Mrs.TaTas. "Never heard of this Muffin Man but I doubt anything would happen. Nice seeing you, officers."
As they were about to leave, she said,"Hey, haven't I seen you around, Callaway?"
"No," the chief replied.
"Yeah. Last Saturday night. At JB's. I'm Cherry," Mrs.TaTas said.
"Ohhhh......" This was incredibly awkward and Chief Callaway and the other police officers left to confirm the whereabouts of Thomes TaTas.
"What was that about?" Officer Fairbanks asked.
"Nothing. Come on there's a missing fourteen-year-old and a serial killer on the loose. This is no time for questions. Mrs.TaTas is one of those people-"
"Cherry?" said Officer Fairbanks.
Callaway sighed. "Make sure the perimeter of Monni's is secure. That Phoebe Watson had accidentally let the killer in on the location of two of her friends there. The Muffin Man had her half brother's phone," he changed the subject.
"You go to JB's?"
"Fairbanks! We have priorities."
"Sorry."
"Oh. This Robbie Russell is apparently leaving the safety of the Day household to go to this concert. Apparently he plays the superbone, a respectable brass instrument, it is,"said Chief Callaway."I was a superboner in my younger days as well."
Officer Fairbanks giggled.
"Fairbanks! Gutter, get your mind out of it!"
"Sorry."
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The Muffin Man
HumorIt all started as a bright, sunny day on the beach. Sun and fun and tilt-a-whirls. Everyone laughing and everyone having fun soon turns into everyone crying and everyone getting killed.....but of course in the lightest, most humorous way. This is it...