The+Tales+of+Tim+and+Sandy

"The Tales of Tim and Sandy: There has been a murder" by Tyler T. and Will

 It was an eerie night in New York City. I, Detective Tim Smith of The NYC US Marshals was patrolling the busy streets of downtown Manhattan. It was about 10 o’clock when I received a call from my partner Phil Sanders or better known as Sandy, it’s a love hate friendship. He was all excited about the new French Fries off of the McDonald’s value menu. “Yello” “   Heysh Timsh” said Sandy. “   Hey, are, are you eating Sandy?” I asked. “   McDonald’s, french fries, they just put them on the value menu and don’t call me Sandy!” I’ve already heard both many times. “   Okay, cut to the chase. What’s up.” “   There’s been a murder. Donald Trump.” “   Seriously, I know you know, I watch Celebrity Apprentice. I mean seriously I would’ve already about heard about it.” “   The building’s on lock down so the public has no clue” “   Okay, then I believe you, but Whodunit, Ninjas?” There had been a large trend of bands of Ninjas throughout NYC. “   Why would they do it?” “   I think I know why, their leader,Paul SR. from American Choppers got fired by Donald Trump, and they could be mad about that.” I replied. “   There is one catch though, this was a locked room and there were no ninjas in it when we got there, and as far as I know there are no holes in the windows or on the walls.” “   Okay I’ll be there in three” “   Wait! Can you pick up some fries up on the way here.” “   From the Value Menu?” “   Yes, please!” Sandy said excited. <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> I hung up the phone, and pulled up to the McDonald’s drive-thru. After I got Sandy’s fries I arrived in front of Trump Tower. After walking through several security devices I was granted access to use the elevator because the lounge was on the 3rd to last floor. Finally I reached the 55th floor lounge where Sandy and about a dozen cops were waiting, Sandy’s mouth was watering. “  <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Fries!” yelled Sandy in a very sinister tone. <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;">    <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> “     <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> You’re very welcome, now let’s get cracking on solving this murder.” Tim replied. <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;">    <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> “     <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Frontch andsh centersh,” said Sandy while devouring his fries. Everyone ran to the center of the room and lined up side by side. First in the line was.....     <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;">     <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> “     <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Wait a minute, wait a minute, where’s the body?”     <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> “     <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Oh, yes of course the paramedics have him over there in the corner.” Sandy replied. <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> “    <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> So, how was he murdered?” I asked. <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> “    <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Donald was found with a bullet through his chest. When the police got here they found a silent pistol bullet shell on the ground near the Fried chicken.” the police captain replied. <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> “    <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Cool, then let’s start investigating further.” I replied. <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Sandy and I were walking around when the Police Captain just about had a heart attack. He yelled “It’s a ninja star!”    <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> “     <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Yep, we got ninja’s” I said as I picked it up with my white detective gloves on. “Wait, this has a $2.00 price tag on the back of it from the Dollar General.”    <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> “     <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> It’s a fraud, dollar stores only have $1.00 things not anything over that.” Sandy said perplexed. <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> “    <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> What is this?” the Police Captain asked. <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> “    <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> This is America!” I replied. “Anyway, let’s get back to the room. The suspects are still standing in the lounge.” When we got back the group was still waitings well as eating food from the buffet. We told them to stop it because there could be valuable evidence or clues in it. They all stopped accept for Sheldon Cooper who seemed to be eating all the fried chicken that he could. <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> “    <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Sheldon stop eating the evidence!” I yelled at him. <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> “    <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> What did I do wrong?” he asked me. <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> “    <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> You could be eating valuable evidence.” I told him. <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> “    <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Are you sure that you don’t just want some of this fried chicken that I am eating?” replied Sheldon. <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> “    <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> I am sure, now let’s start the questioning with you, Sheldon. Have you made any recent trips to the comic book store?” I asked him. <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> “    <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Maybe, what are you a stalker?”     <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> There was a pregnant pause...     <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Lief Manson’s phone started ringing the jeopardy theme song, he’s from survivor. <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> “    <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Excuse me I got to take this. Hello. Yeah I’ve got minute. Uh huh, yeah, ye...”    <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> “     <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Leif!” yelled Sandy. <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> He looked behind him and then peered back “Me?”    <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> “     <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Yes you, no one else is named Leif here. Now give me the phone!” Sandy yelled furiously at him. “Sorry guys, but I have got to go back home. You do realize that it is one o’clock in the morning, and I need to get back home to my wife and kids.”    <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> “     <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> You are right Sandy, let’s call it a night. All of you suspects are going to stay in the New York City prison tonight and we will be there to pick you up tomorrow morning at about six so that we can get this case solved and over with by tomorrow night.” I told everyone. <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> We were interrupted by a loud whip sound. <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> “    <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Hahahahahahahaha” yelped Sheldon. “I got you with my whip app!”    <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> “     <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Haha Sheldon now lets get going!” I replied. <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> I drove them all to the prison and gave them each separate cells that night. I went home and the next morning I stopped at Sandy’s house to pick him up. He demanded that we stop at the McDonalds on the way to the prison. I got him a large fries that would last him a while by asking the Lady working there “May I please have one large fries?”    <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> She replied “We don’t have any fries because it is only 5:45 am. Would you like anything else?”    <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Sandy ordered me to speed off as fast as we could. I did and then Sandy said, “We got a Copper on us!”    <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> I pulled over and ended up getting a $200 ticket and Sandy got to pay for it. <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> We pulled up to the prison and picked up our friends which are Leif Manson, Sheldon Cooper, and Joan Rivers. Once we arrived back at the Trump tower we rode the elevator up to the 3    <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> rd     <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> to last floor and walked into the lounge where Batman was eating breakfast. “Hey guys I was just here solving the mystery.” said Batman. <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Sheldon Walked in and screamed “Oh jeepers it’s Batman!” “  <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> What did you find out?” I asked him. “  <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Well, I looked through the security tapes and their was a piece of fried chicken on it.” “  <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Sheldon! You are in trouble!” I yelled. <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Sheldon quickly popped up and as if in a dream and said    <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> “I sense a Squatch in these woods. Wait, what are you talking about?” Sheldon asked perplexed. “  <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Let’s go Sheldon I need you for a private interview.” <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Sheldon, a    <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> psychiatrist, and I went into the closet while Sandy and a couple cops watched the other suspects. <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> The first question that I asked was, “Where were you between eight and nine    <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> O’clock?” “  <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> I was eating as much fried chicken as I possibly could! It was delicious!” Sheldon replied with his mouth watering. “  <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> So you were in the room when the murder occurred.” “  <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Yes, I was.” “  <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Did you murder Donald Trump?” I asked him. “  <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Yes, no, maybe so!” Sheldon replied. “  <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Let’s go investigat…” I was interrupted by Batman barging into the room. “  <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> I have found the murder weapon!” he exclaimed. “  <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Is it the silent pistol that we found the shell for yesterday?” I asked him. “  <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Yes it is!” batman said. <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> He was so excited that he dropped it. “Sorry, I’m just so excited that I solved the mystery!” “  <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Batman,” I said. “<span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> What?” said batman. “<span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> You didn’t solve the mystery you only found the murder weapon.” “<span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Dang it!” batman said furiously. “<span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> I’m sorry!” Sheldon yelled. “I murdered him, I murdered him!” “<span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Sheldon thank you for telling us this.” the psychiatrists said. “Now we just need you to explain why you did this to Mr. Donald Trump.” “<span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> The Science fair!” he yelled. “<span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> What?” I asked. “<span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> The Science fair in 4 <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> th  <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> grade!” Sheldon cried out. “<span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> What happened at your science fair?” the psychiatrists asked. “<span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Donald Trump was their.” Sheldon explained. “He told every one that he would be coming. I was so excited because he was going to donate money for next years science fair until he realized how boring it really was!” “<span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Keep going Sheldon. Let it all out.” the psychiatrists told him. “<span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> To make it more exciting I decided to blow up my Volcano as he walked in the door. I pushed the button to show him, and it blew up just like it was supposed to. But, I think that I put to much baking powder in it and it went everywhere! He got it all over his tie and he left with the check in his pocket.” “<span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> But, why did you murdered him?” the psychiatrists asked. “<span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> During my 5 <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> th  <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> grade year we didn’t have enough money to do the fair, and I would have won!” “<span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> So is that why you murdered him?” I asked. “<span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Yes!” “<span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Mr. Sheldon Cooper, you are under arrest for the murder of Donald Trump!” the police officer said who had been listening the whole time. “<span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Take him away officer.” I said. “<span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> Wait!” Sheldon yelled. “<span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> What now?” I asked. “<span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> If I go to jail can I at least bring the fried chicken?” Sheldon questioned me. “<span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> No, it is my fried chicken!” I exclaimed. “By now Sheldon.” <span style="font-family: Adobe Garamond Pro Bold,serif;"> The police took Sheldon away and all was good in New York City.