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Arkwood Pond's Favorite Detective in...
The Wild and Wacky Water Caper
Episode 3: Microwave?
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"I'll take your microwave if you're done with it."
"Thank you," I replied to the blue-shirt.
I never could figure out why some waitresses always have blue shirts on and
why some always wear red, but it's always the blue shirts that come to take the
microwave. I quite usually place my order with a red-shirt, and it's
*always* a blue-shirt that comes to take the microwave. It's a tossup as to
who I pay, and I can never figure out how the tipping system works at Munchpike.
They say it's not necessary here, and hopefully that's truly the case because
the food costs a little bit more here than anywhere else I go. Oh well, worth it
for the taste.
"You know, they have proper sandwiches here." Cynthia looked at me like I'm
an idiot. I'm getting quite used to that stare though, and it's effects are
wearing thin. "Why do you always get the frozen meal here anyways?"
"I like that home cooked taste."
"That's really sad. You're really sad, you know that?"
Sometimes I wonder why I got her this job.
"Hey, we were here to replenish nutrients while we plan out our moves to
investigate the death of Mr. Swollenspepper?"
Oh, right. That's why. She helps keep me on track. Well, that and she's good
with investigations, which is a strong trait to have in a Detective.
"Yeah. I imagine that he's probably already at the morgue, so maybe if you
could swing by and get some details from anything that they may have found if
they've done an autopsy, and I'll check with the pharmacy to see what kind of
drugs he might have been on, and see if I can find any clue of any of their
medications possibly being tampered with."
"Oh sure, put me in the morgue. I see how it is." I could tell that she was
just being sarcastic.
"I figured you'd be alright with it, what with your mother being a surgeon
and all."
"Yeah, fine. I suppose I'll do it."
I'm sure that she'll actually enjoy it. If nothing else, it'll be better than
dealing with the lady that had just approached us.
"Don't you care at all? I swear you people just sit around wasting all the
day away taking our tax dollars and doing nothing with them! What about my son?
I need to know if he's alive!"
Yup.
It was Mrs. Hickleflour.
Cynthia tried to attain the best composure possible. "Yes Ma'am. I promise
you that we actually are trying to do the best that we can to find Jacob, but we
just don't have any leads at the moment. I *promise* you that as soon as
any information turns up, that you'll be the first person that I call, and I
will see to it that we will immediately have a team out to whatever direction we
are pointed. We just *really* don't have any information right now, and I'm
terribly sorry that we haven't found your son yet, but I promise you that the
case is still open, and we are committed to finding him wherever he might
be."
Mrs. Hickleflour was not pleased.
"You haven't been able to find him, or you HAVEN'T EVEN TRIED TO FIND
HIM?!?!?"
"I'm very sorry ma'am, but we are trying and just haven't come across any
clues. I *will* contact you *as soon* as we come across any sort of
information about him."
"I just don't feel as though you're doing all that you could. I feel like
taking this up with your supervisor!" It seems as though there was no pleasing
her. I don't blame her though. Losing a son and not knowing if he was alive or
not would be awful. I don't even want to imagine the idea.
"Please feel free." I don't know how Cynthia managed to stay calm through all
of this. "His name is Geordi Kwrakknsvr, and he's on floor 7 of this building,
fourth door on the right hand side after the stairs."
"I hope you're not leading me on, but I'm going to him right now!" Mrs.
Hickleflour stormed off in a huff.
"Well what am I supposed to do? Sit beside the phone all day?" Now the real
emotions were creeping out.
"No, Cynthia. You really are doing the best that you can. It's just a bad
situation is all. Here, let's put our minds back where they go and take the
case."
"We already took the case."
"Yeah, but I hadn't said take the case yet and had to fit it in
somewhere."
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I'd just like to remind anyone that if you have any information as to
the whereabouts of Jacob Hickleflour, please send an email to
[email protected]. You can read about what happened to him at
http://arkwoodpond.info/go.php?article=kite-clothes-boy (web) .
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Well, what an ending to this chapter. Make sure to tune in next time to find out
what our two detectives find!
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FrillerWorks -- Oh. That home-cooked smell that reminds you of the good 'ol days
