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“Over the hill and far away,
Teletubbies come out to play...
“Tinky Winky!”
“Dipsy!”
“Laalaa!”
“Po!”
Teletubbies. Teletubbies.
Say, heeeeee-llo! “Eh-oh!”
“This is the bestest show ever,” I said when the theme song to the teletubbies ended! As I continued watching the show I noticed an advertisement on Po's belly TV. It read “MURDER! We need a detective to solve a murder mystery. Please call this number:1-800-777-7777.”
“Cheese and crackers! I want that job!” I exclaimed, as I picked up the phone without hesitation.
“Hello.”
“Hi,” I said awkwardly. There was a pregnant pause.
“Uhhhh, what's your name sir?” the operator asked.
“Shaggy, Shaggy Rogers. What's yours?”
“Sir, does that really matter? I just want to know if you want to be on this case or what.”
“Well you're not in a very cheery mood. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?!” I asked a little too forcefully.
“Okay, my name is Operator.”
“That's so cool! My parents were going to name me Operator, but then they changed their mind and chose Shaggy!”
“Soooo do you want the job?”
“Yes...Operator What is the crime exactly?.”
“Okay, so there were these two girls named Wampy and Stauffaloaf Smith, and their father got murdered because he mooned a British Popo one night, but we aren't exactly sure what the motive behind it was though so you'll have to figure that out. Stop by the office at around 2:30 tomorrow and ask to see Mr. Sawyer. He will be your partner in this investigation.”
“Okay, see you then bro...Operator.”
After I hung up the cellular device I took four showers, so I could be squeaky clean for tomorrow. Then I went to bed.
When I got up in the morning I went to the office and got there exactly on time, 2:30.
“Hi, my name is Shaggy Rodgers!” I exclaimed.
“Hello Mr. Rodgers, or should I say Detective!” There was an awkward delay.
“Ummm...okay. I'm here to see Mr. Sawyer.”
“Okay just step into his office and say 'The Duck Flies at Midnight.'”
“Okay that seems a little corny, but why not?” I stepped into his office, and sat there for a while admiring all his knick-knacks. Then I said the code phrase, “The duck flies at midnight.” Then poof he was like a magician, he appeared out of a blast of smoke, and his face was smooth as buddah! He wore a bright yellow suite that made him look like a banana and that guy from Curious George all at the same time!
“Hello Mr. Rodgers,” Mr. Sawyer said in a voice that was also smooth as buddah, “Now that you're here we may begin investigating the two wonderful sisters named Wampy and Stauffaloaf. The two girls came in laughing their heads off but when they saw us they tried to stifle their laughs and sat down.
“Okay girls we are going to ask you a ton of questions about your father and then you are going to answer them,” said Mr. Sawyer in his smooth as buddah voice.
“Okay,” said the two sisters at the same time. Which was a little creepy.
“So where were you two the night your father was murdered?” I said quite seriously.
“Well, Stauffaloaf and I were in the kitchen eating nutella and playing checkers when our mother said she was going to go for a walk because she was mad at our father which was weird because they were never mad at each other,” explained Wampy.
“Do you know why your mom was mad?” I asked.
“No.”
“Well that's helpful,” I said sarcastically, “continue”
“Okay, so then we went to bed because we were tired. The end!” Then they got up and left without saying another word. I was positive it wasn't them because they had a pretty good alibi I mean eating nutella and playing checker! Who wouldn't want to do that?
The next person we needed to investigate was Wampy and Stauffaloaf's mom.
“Hello Mrs. Smith. We are going to ask you some questions and you just need to answer them. So where were you the night your husband got murdered?”
“Well, I was out taking a walk because I was furious at my husband because my sister, Debby, had called and told me he had sent her a sappy love poem and the second I heard her say that I hung up the phone and took a walk. And as I was walking down the street I saw my husband moon a British Popo. I started laughing because it was pretty funny and the British Popo got really mad. Then all of a sudden I heard a gun shot. I saw him drop to the ground and then the next thing I knew he was dead.”
“What did you do when you saw he was dead?” I asked her.
“I called 911 and they took him and I went back home and told the girls their father was dead, and they were terribly sad.”
“Okay we've heard enough you can go now,” I said.
Next we called in Debby. She told us on the night of the crime she had called her sister, Mrs. Smith, and informed her that Mr. Smith had sent her a sappy love poem but her sister hung up the phone before she could finish. She was about to tell her sister that it was an accident and that the letter had gotten mixed up in the mail.
“It was just a big misunderstanding,” said Debby.
“Yes, yes it was. Okay you can leave now, Debby,” I said.
“Yeah just leave!” Exclaimed Mr. Sawyer. I could tell he was trying to play the bad cop. Then after Debby left I asked Mr. Sawyer if he wanted to go catch a movie because all this detective stuff was getting pretty mundane. But no! He wanted to be all professional and go check out the crime scene. Fine then Mr. Whatever your first name is Sawyer!
So the next day Mr. Sawyer and I went to the crime scene. It was in a lovely neighborhood and all the houses and families were so nice. Most of the families said they heard a gunshot and were worried because everybody is always in their house at that time of night. When Mr. Sawyer and I heard this we concluded that the only people around the neighborhood when Mr. Smith, Mrs. Smith, and the British Popo. And conveniently the British Popo was there at the crime scene so we decided to investigate him and a mime we saw, but we didn’t get much out of him.
“Hello Mr. Officer can you answer a few questions about the murder that took place here?” I asked politely.
“Sure,” he said.
“Where were you at the scene of the crime?” I asked.
“I was right over there,” he said pointing to some bushes.
“Can you tell us what happened when you were over there?”
“I was standing over there when this strange and extremely awkward man came running up to me and mooned me. I got really angry and threatened to shoot him in the buttox, but then he just fell over and he was dead.” “Interesting...” I thought. Maybe it was the British Popo after all. I mean he did seem pretty ticked off that he got mooned by a crazy guy so maybe he's a psycho and has anger management issues. Or… maybe it was Mrs. Smith! She did say after all that she was furious with Mr. Smith because he sent a sappy love poem to her sister (on accident) and maybe killing him was her revenge for being a “bad husband.” Bum bum bummm..! I called up Mrs. Smith and told her to meet us at the office.
“It was you all along!” I shouted.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said sounding bored. I could tell she was good under pressure.
“You killed Mr. Smith! You!” I screamed.
“Hey, hey, hey! Now everybody just calm down. I'm sure we can settle this over a plate of cookies and some milk,” said Mr. Sawyer very unmanly like. okay so now he wants to be the good cop! He just needs to make up his mind that buttery-faced Mr. Sawyer!
“That sounds nice. I'll take a cookie! What kind are they?” asked Mrs. Smith.
“TELL US WHAT YOU DID!” screamed Mr. Sawyer. okay seriously that guy just needs to make up his mind! Good cop or bad cop? Make a decision!
“Okay fine! It was me! Me me me!” She said sounding a little selfish, “But it was because he was being a bad husband and didn't write me a sappy love poem!”
“Ummm... he did. It just got mixed up in the mail that's why it got sent to your sister. I mean jeez way to overreact!” I said while Mrs. Smith just rolled her eyes, “okay well since you confessed I'm calling the cops now.”
When the cops arrived they thanked us for catching her, and then took her away to prison where she will stay forever, and ever, and ever.
Mr. Sawyer and I finally saw that new movie, and it was AWESOME!!!

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Ah, San Francisco, thought the assassin. Such a wonderful place to kill some CEOs. If
he told you where he was shooting from, he’d have to kill you. So lets just say he was on top of a
certain Red Bridge in San _ _ _cisco. Oh, thought the sniper, here’s my targets trolley right now.
He shoots. And he hits. One CEO down. Man, I hope the guys in the Brisidio didn’t hear that. He
looks down at the abandoned army base to see if there was any commotion. When he looks
back, he sees his next target is almost out of his sights. Dang, I almost missed him. He shot.
And he hit. Wait a second, is that jelly or blood coming out of his chest. Well, don’t have time to
take another shot. I think the people in the Brisidio were sure to have seen me by now. So,
Adios, hidden sniper perch on the golden... never mind.
* * *
“Look at this Johnson,” Smith said,”a murder and an attempted murder.”
“Yes, the CEO of Wells Fargo was killed and the CEO of Dunkin Donuts was fatally
wounded,”said the partner, Johnson.
“Now what would make you think that?”
“There was a red liquid seeping shirt, starting at his chest.”
“Well, when you stop to consider he had a bag in front of him and he was the CEO of Dunkin’
Donuts, it makes you wonder if it was just a stale jelly donut. Plus if it had shot him, it wouldn’t be
an attempted murder.”
“Phh. I knew that.”
But they both knew that they had to solve the case. There were many things to consider. They
logged into the CIA and FBI databases. They found out that the CEO of Wells Fargo had created
very deadly weapon, and he was assisted by the CEO of Dunkin Doughnuts. The Mob, Mafia,
and US government, and about a million other organizations wanted the weapon. Smith had a
suspicion about who it was. But to be sure. He put on a pair of sunglasses.
“Come on Johnson, I think its time to get a bullseye on this case,” Smith said with a smile.
“Good one sir, bullseye, and we are talking about a sniper.”
“Great you just ruined the mood”
“Sorry sir, do your thing again”
“Ah forget it, the moments gone.”
And with that, they were off.
* * *
“The names Smith. John Smith,” Said The Private eye, with his companion watching. “and yes I
don’t care how cliche that is. I like to say my name in a cool way.”
“I don't care,” said Tom, leader of the San Fran police department. “ You won’t find any clues
here.”
“Oh yeah,” Challenged Smith,”The marker of the body shows that the bullet came from a 45
degree angle. That means that it came from...,” Smith looked around,”the top of the Golden Gate
Bridge, The only people who have access to there are the FBI and the CIA. But In the past, the
Mob, and Mafia have gotten up there. So there. Take that,”
Tom said nothing.
“So we have our suspects,” Said Smith. “ We have Tom infiltrating the CIA, yOU ARE gOING TO
INFILTRATE THE fbi, Bennett, .,mOB, AND FINALLY, oUR OLD FRIEND, I WILL INFILTRATE
THE MAFIA. eVERY NIGHT LOG onto skype and talk about our finds.
“Sounds like a plan” said Johnson.
* * *
“How do you like my disguise?” Smith asked Tom over skype on the 1st day of infiltration.
“Its just you without aviators and wearing an obviously fake mustache.” replied Tom.
“Exactly,” retorted Smith
“Never doubt his ways.” said Johnson to Tom.
“so did anyone find any clues,” said Bennett.
Johnson said, “I found out the weapon. Its this weapon that concentrates the power of a nuke to
a single laser beam. Also, the FBI have created a stronger weapon. , so they are sending it for
testing,and then they will mass produce it. So the FBI isn’t going to murder people so they can
have a weak weapon.”
Smith said, “Good good. I found out that the Mafia are planning to take over San Francisco.”
“How do you know that?!” other detectives asked.
“I saw it on their bulletin board. Tom, what did you find,” said Smith
“I Ain’t found nothin’,” said Tom.
“Why are you talking like that,” said Bennett.
“I was trying out a new accent,” said Tom.
“It doesn’t work,”said Bennett.
“Really,” said Tom.
Bennett,”Yeah.”
“Okay everyone log onto Skype tomorrow,” said Smith.
The next day.
Smith was sleuthing in Alcatraz again, looking for the secret weapon. Trying to figure out how to
make the mob boss give him a flash of the stolen weapon. However,all he found was the new
posts next to the office cells. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that the mob base is on Alcatraz.
Smith logged on to Skype and called Johnson. “Johnson, I need you to create a distraction, like
an explosion, that should send some of the mob members out of Alcatraz,” said Smith.
“Fine,” said Johnson, “but how am I going to get supplies to blow up something?”
“Just get a match and some gasoline and put it on a dingy, “ replied Smith.
“Sounds like a plan,” Johnson said.
Smith had to wait a few minutes before he heard an explosion out on the bay. “Now is my
chance”he thought. As Smith approached the boss’s office he noticed that most of the mob
members had gone out on boats to see what had caused the explosion. Smith opened the door
to the office and had a bullet coming straight at him. Smith jumped to the right, trying to avoid the
bullet. “Hello there,” said a man who was sitting at the desk that was in the room.
“Where is the weapon,” asked Smith, “and how did you know that I was coming?
” We have surveillance cameras set up all over the base, and I will not tell you what our next
plans are,” replied the man.
“How do you know that I am not working here,” asked Smith.
“I saw you putting on the disguise from my surveillance cameras,” he said.
“Who tipped you off to watch me?”
“Like I’d say anything.”
”Who are you?” asked Smith.
“I won’t tell you,” said the man, “but I will tell you that the weapon is in Alcatrazin a safe, and you
will have to get past me and my men to get it.” “Now get out, before I shoot at you,” he said.
Smith quickly jumped ran out the door, and rode a boat out of Alcatraz.
* * *
On his way out of Alcatraz, Smith tried to figure out who gave him away. Only four people knew
about this. Tom, an old friend and a chief of the San Francisco police department. Unlikely.
Definitely not Johnson. Bennett was a rival private eye. Would he betray Smith? And go
undercover at the mob to cover it up? Of course. He needed evidence. Smith called Alex, a
hacker, and friend.
“Alex, I need you to hack the phone owned by Bennett Roe. Get me live video. And ASA...”
“Done. And he can't see or have anyway of knowing you’re spying on him.” said Alex.
“Thanks for that.”
“No prob',” said Alex. He then logged out of chat.
Time to see what Bennett is up to, thought Smith.
* * *
As Smith continued to drive the boat, he was getting live feed from his phone. The camera the
feed was coming from was attached to Bennett’s phone. And since Bennett’s phone was in his
pocket, he was just getting a recording. And just in time, too.
“Do you have the goods?” asked bennett in a whisper
“Do you have the location?” asked a voice he didn’t recognize
“Smith is infiltrating the mob. He’ll be eating at the Cotogna tonight. Now give me the weapon.”
“Ok,” said the voice, as he cocked a glock. “I’ll let you have it.”
Gunshot filled the speaker
The camera on Bennetts phone jostled off as the rival private detective hit the ground. And then
someone took the camera out of Bennett’s pocket. For a fleeting second, It showed Bennett,
dead, with six shots in the shape of a cross imbedded in his chest. Then the camera was turned
to the killer. He was a small, muscular man, decorated with daggersand guns of all asortments
10:00 pm. Next Day
Smith and Johnson have just finished their dinner at the Cotogna restaurant Smith told Johnson
his conclusions. Smith.told Johnson of Bennett, and where he knew the weapon was. They then
walked out.. Then a member of the mafia jumped down and pulled out a revolver. But both
detectives we ready, slamming their shoulders into his chest, sending the mafia member
crashing onto the sidewalk. The detectives raced out the door and ran to the docks where they
met two more mob members. They made quick work of them by shooting both mob members in
the head with their M16s. “Well that was fun,” said Johnson as he carefully put his gun away.
“You call that fun?” said Smith, who was scouting the area, looking for more mob members.
“I have a question” said Johnson, ‘why are the police not out patrolling for mob members?”
“I don’t know,” said Smith “but speaking of police, I see one of their cars coming our way.” Smith
was right and this car had its sirens on and it was steered right at the two detectives.
“Who in the world?!” said Smith. They quickly dove into a nearby speedboat, and sped towards
the San Francisco Bay as the two mob members that were in the police car pulled up. The
members quickly jumped into another speed boat and sped after the detectives.
“What are the chances that there’s a trap on Alcatraz?” asked Johnson.
“Meh, 50-50.” said Smith, looking in the rearview mirror and noticing that both the mob members
have RPGs
“Must go faster!” said Johnson, just as they were reaching The mob base. Alcatraz. And then
their boat exploded because of the RPG fire. They tried to jump off, but they were engulfed by the
flames.
“Boss is gonna be happy with you for getting rid of those pesky detectives,” Said a Giant
lumbering goon.
“It was hard but I got rid of em. Now lets give the boss his weapon, we finnally unlocked it from
the safe we stole,” said the goon from the boat.
All of a sudden The courtyard came under heavy fire from nowhere.
* * *
“ I have truly never appreciated your supreme strength until today. “ said Smith. Johnson just
smiled brighter. He was firing at the courtyard from the beach with a bazooka. He grabbed that
and a Chain gun, Which Smith was now shooting at the courtyard, from the boat after it
exploded. They had jumped into the water with cover from the smoke just three seconds before
the boat exploded. Johnson ran out of ammo,and grabbed the Chain gun from Smith. Smith then
pulled out his M14 sniper rifle.They began trudging up the beach, under fire from Alcatraz towers.
They followed the two goons into the main building. Then Johnson and Smith’s guns jammed,
and they got rid of them. The two goons made run for it. They followed. The goon from the boat
took out a pistol and shot a wall, which collapsed. Smith and Johnson barely jumped over it.
They followed the goon. Up and around and everywhere. Eventually the big goon fell, and
dropped the weapon. He cursed it. Smith then tied them up and threw them in one of the cells.
They then continued to the roof to take out the other men.They crouched down behind a bunch of
sand bags.
“Be careful about the Mafia. You never know,”” Smith pulled out a machete and spun around. and
stabbed a silent ninja from the Mafia.”...Where they will be.”
He put the Machete down. He set his Sniper Briefcase down. All of a sudden there was a huge
flare in the sky.
“Ready for a shootout?” Smith asked, even though they both knew that they would have to be.
It was a hopeless match. The Mafia was in no shape to take on the two private eyes.Johnson
was trying to rig a bomb to tear apart Alcatraz. Smith was busy giving Johnson cover. When
Smith’s M16 jammed, he tossed it aside, and took out his trusty Colt 1911. He got about 100
men shot down before he ran out of ammo. The Mafi then shot up an RPG. Johnson and Smith
got clear, but the hole it created engulfed them. They landed. and saw that Alcatraz was barely
standing. Johnson took out and threw a grenade without pulling the pin. They then decided to
take a stroll down to the beach.
When they got there they saw three people in a speed boat running away from Alcatraz, the
leader of the Mafia, who looked like a surprise mixture of Morgan Freeman and Madonna, The
assassin who shot the CEOs on the trolley that fateful day and a boatsman. Smith took out a
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Ah, San Francisco, thought the assassin. Such a wonderful place to kill some CEOs. If
he told you where he was shooting from, he’d have to kill you. So lets just say he was on top of a
certain Red Bridge in San _ _ _cisco. Oh, thought the sniper, here’s my targets trolley right now.
He shoots. And he hits. One CEO down. Man, I hope the guys in the Brisidio didn’t hear that. He
looks down at the abandoned army base to see if there was any commotion. When he looks
back, he sees his next target is almost out of his sights. Dang, I almost missed him. He shot.
And he hit. Wait a second, is that jelly or blood coming out of his chest. Well, don’t have time to
take another shot. I think the people in the Brisidio were sure to have seen me by now. So,
Adios, hidden sniper perch on the golden... never mind.
* * *
“Look at this Johnson,” Smith said,”a murder and an attempted murder.”
“Yes, the CEO of Wells Fargo was killed and the CEO of Dunkin Donuts was fatally
wounded,”said the partner, Johnson.
“Now what would make you think that?”
“There was a red liquid seeping shirt, starting at his chest.”
“Well, when you stop to consider he had a bag in front of him and he was the CEO of Dunkin’
Donuts, it makes you wonder if it was just a stale jelly donut. Plus if it had shot him, it wouldn’t be
an attempted murder.”
“Phh. I knew that.”
But they both knew that they had to solve the case. There were many things to consider. They
logged into the CIA and FBI databases. They found out that the CEO of Wells Fargo had created
very deadly weapon, and he was assisted by the CEO of Dunkin Doughnuts. The Mob, Mafia,
and US government, and about a million other organizations wanted the weapon. Smith had a
suspicion about who it was. But to be sure. He put on a pair of sunglasses.
“Come on Johnson, I think its time to get a bullseye on this case,” Smith said with a smile.
“Good one sir, bullseye, and we are talking about a sniper.”
“Great you just ruined the mood”
“Sorry sir, do your thing again”
“Ah forget it, the moments gone.”
And with that, they were off.
* * *
“The names Smith. John Smith,” Said The Private eye, with his companion watching. “and yes I
don’t care how cliche that is. I like to say my name in a cool way.”
“I don't care,” said Tom, leader of the San Fran police department. “ You won’t find any clues
here.”
“Oh yeah,” Challenged Smith,”The marker of the body shows that the bullet came from a 45
degree angle. That means that it came from...,” Smith looked around,”the top of the Golden Gate
Bridge, The only people who have access to there are the FBI and the CIA. But In the past, the
Mob, and Mafia have gotten up there. So there. Take that,”
Tom said nothing.
“So we have our suspects,” Said Smith. “ We have Tom infiltrating the CIA, yOU ARE gOING TO
INFILTRATE THE fbi, Bennett, .,mOB, AND FINALLY, oUR OLD FRIEND, I WILL INFILTRATE
THE MAFIA. eVERY NIGHT LOG onto skype and talk about our finds.
“Sounds like a plan” said Johnson.
* * *
“How do you like my disguise?” Smith asked Tom over skype on the 1st day of infiltration.
“Its just you without aviators and wearing an obviously fake mustache.” replied Tom.
“Exactly,” retorted Smith
“Never doubt his ways.” said Johnson to Tom.
“so did anyone find any clues,” said Bennett.
Johnson said, “I found out the weapon. Its this weapon that concentrates the power of a nuke to
a single laser beam. Also, the FBI have created a stronger weapon. , so they are sending it for
testing,and then they will mass produce it. So the FBI isn’t going to murder people so they can
have a weak weapon.”
Smith said, “Good good. I found out that the Mafia are planning to take over San Francisco.”
“How do you know that?!” other detectives asked.
“I saw it on their bulletin board. Tom, what did you find,” said Smith
“I Ain’t found nothin’,” said Tom.
“Why are you talking like that,” said Bennett.
“I was trying out a new accent,” said Tom.
“It doesn’t work,”said Bennett.
“Really,” said Tom.
Bennett,”Yeah.”
“Okay everyone log onto Skype tomorrow,” said Smith.
The next day.
Smith was sleuthing in Alcatraz again, looking for the secret weapon. Trying to figure out how to
make the mob boss give him a flash of the stolen weapon. However,all he found was the new
posts next to the office cells. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that the mob base is on Alcatraz.
Smith logged on to Skype and called Johnson. “Johnson, I need you to create a distraction, like
an explosion, that should send some of the mob members out of Alcatraz,” said Smith.
“Fine,” said Johnson, “but how am I going to get supplies to blow up something?”
“Just get a match and some gasoline and put it on a dingy, “ replied Smith.
“Sounds like a plan,” Johnson said.
Smith had to wait a few minutes before he heard an explosion out on the bay. “Now is my
chance”he thought. As Smith approached the boss’s office he noticed that most of the mob
members had gone out on boats to see what had caused the explosion. Smith opened the door
to the office and had a bullet coming straight at him. Smith jumped to the right, trying to avoid the
bullet. “Hello there,” said a man who was sitting at the desk that was in the room.
“Where is the weapon,” asked Smith, “and how did you know that I was coming?
” We have surveillance cameras set up all over the base, and I will not tell you what our next
plans are,” replied the man.
“How do you know that I am not working here,” asked Smith.
“I saw you putting on the disguise from my surveillance cameras,” he said.
“Who tipped you off to watch me?”
“Like I’d say anything.”
”Who are you?” asked Smith.
“I won’t tell you,” said the man, “but I will tell you that the weapon is in Alcatrazin a safe, and you
will have to get past me and my men to get it.” “Now get out, before I shoot at you,” he said.
Smith quickly jumped ran out the door, and rode a boat out of Alcatraz.
* * *
On his way out of Alcatraz, Smith tried to figure out who gave him away. Only four people knew
about this. Tom, an old friend and a chief of the San Francisco police department. Unlikely.
Definitely not Johnson. Bennett was a rival private eye. Would he betray Smith? And go
undercover at the mob to cover it up? Of course. He needed evidence. Smith called Alex, a
hacker, and friend.
“Alex, I need you to hack the phone owned by Bennett Roe. Get me live video. And ASA...”
“Done. And he can't see or have anyway of knowing you’re spying on him.” said Alex.
“Thanks for that.”
“No prob',” said Alex. He then logged out of chat.
Time to see what Bennett is up to, thought Smith.
* * *
As Smith continued to drive the boat, he was getting live feed from his phone. The camera the
feed was coming from was attached to Bennett’s phone. And since Bennett’s phone was in his
pocket, he was just getting a recording. And just in time, too.
“Do you have the goods?” asked bennett in a whisper
“Do you have the location?” asked a voice he didn’t recognize
“Smith is infiltrating the mob. He’ll be eating at the Cotogna tonight. Now give me the weapon.”
“Ok,” said the voice, as he cocked a glock. “I’ll let you have it.”
Gunshot filled the speaker
The camera on Bennetts phone jostled off as the rival private detective hit the ground. And then
someone took the camera out of Bennett’s pocket. For a fleeting second, It showed Bennett,
dead, with six shots in the shape of a cross imbedded in his chest. Then the camera was turned
to the killer. He was a small, muscular man, decorated with daggersand guns of all asortments
10:00 pm. Next Day
Smith and Johnson have just finished their dinner at the Cotogna restaurant Smith told Johnson
his conclusions. Smith.told Johnson of Bennett, and where he knew the weapon was. They then
walked out.. Then a member of the mafia jumped down and pulled out a revolver. But both
detectives we ready, slamming their shoulders into his chest, sending the mafia member
crashing onto the sidewalk. The detectives raced out the door and ran to the docks where they
met two more mob members. They made quick work of them by shooting both mob members in
the head with their M16s. “Well that was fun,” said Johnson as he carefully put his gun away.
“You call that fun?” said Smith, who was scouting the area, looking for more mob members.
“I have a question” said Johnson, ‘why are the police not out patrolling for mob members?”
“I don’t know,” said Smith “but speaking of police, I see one of their cars coming our way.” Smith
was right and this car had its sirens on and it was steered right at the two detectives.
“Who in the world?!” said Smith. They quickly dove into a nearby speedboat, and sped towards
the San Francisco Bay as the two mob members that were in the police car pulled up. The
members quickly jumped into another speed boat and sped after the detectives.
“What are the chances that there’s a trap on Alcatraz?” asked Johnson.
“Meh, 50-50.” said Smith, looking in the rearview mirror and noticing that both the mob members
have RPGs
“Must go faster!” said Johnson, just as they were reaching The mob base. Alcatraz. And then
their boat exploded because of the RPG fire. They tried to jump off, but they were engulfed by the
flames.
“Boss is gonna be happy with you for getting rid of those pesky detectives,” Said a Giant
lumbering goon.
“It was hard but I got rid of em. Now lets give the boss his weapon, we finnally unlocked it from
the safe we stole,” said the goon from the boat.
All of a sudden The courtyard came under heavy fire from nowhere.
* * *
“ I have truly never appreciated your supreme strength until today. “ said Smith. Johnson just
smiled brighter. He was firing at the courtyard from the beach with a bazooka. He grabbed that
and a Chain gun, Which Smith was now shooting at the courtyard, from the boat after it
exploded. They had jumped into the water with cover from the smoke just three seconds before
the boat exploded. Johnson ran out of ammo,and grabbed the Chain gun from Smith. Smith then
pulled out his M14 sniper rifle.They began trudging up the beach, under fire from Alcatraz towers.
They followed the two goons into the main building. Then Johnson and Smith’s guns jammed,
and they got rid of them. The two goons made run for it. They followed. The goon from the boat
took out a pistol and shot a wall, which collapsed. Smith and Johnson barely jumped over it.
They followed the goon. Up and around and everywhere. Eventually the big goon fell, and
dropped the weapon. He cursed it. Smith then tied them up and threw them in one of the cells.
They then continued to the roof to take out the other men.They crouched down behind a bunch of
sand bags.
“Be careful about the Mafia. You never know,”” Smith pulled out a machete and spun around. and
stabbed a silent ninja from the Mafia.”...Where they will be.”
He put the Machete down. He set his Sniper Briefcase down. All of a sudden there was a huge
flare in the sky.
“Ready for a shootout?” Smith asked, even though they both knew that they would have to be.
It was a hopeless match. The Mafia was in no shape to take on the two private eyes.Johnson
was trying to rig a bomb to tear apart Alcatraz. Smith was busy giving Johnson cover. When
Smith’s M16 jammed, he tossed it aside, and took out his trusty Colt 1911. He got about 100
men shot down before he ran out of ammo. The Mafi then shot up an RPG. Johnson and Smith
got clear, but the hole it created engulfed them. They landed. and saw that Alcatraz was barely
standing. Johnson took out and threw a grenade without pulling the pin. They then decided to
take a stroll down to the beach.
When they got there they saw three people in a speed boat running away from Alcatraz, the
leader of the Mafia, who looked like a surprise mixture of Morgan Freeman and Madonna, The
assassin who shot the CEOs on the trolley that fateful day and a boatsman. Smith took out a
pistol, and shot the engine of the motor. “Watch this,” Smith said as he aimed beneath the boat.
He fired and shouted,”Run!”
They ran in the opposite direction. When they were 50 meters away form the beach, the Water
Mine Smith had been aiming for exploded. Just when they got to a cliff. The Explosion reached
them. They jumped off, hoping they would make it to the water.
Three hours later.
“Well, Johson look at this, Someone has robbed the Banana Bar. You know what we got to do,”
said smith as he put on his shades again.

"Not Your Typical Mist-E-Ry" by Rebekah and Annie H.
Chapter One
“I don’t know why you thought this was a good idea,” complained Cameron Vesper,”this school smells like failure.”
“Stop whining”, scolded Agatha Christie,”I just want to get out of this old abandoned high school as fast as possible
“Well we can leave after we finish this project for Mr. Poirot's history class.” Jonah Parks said, annoyed because they had been there for ten minutes and still had nothing done.
“Okay, this old building for Greenburg Falls Private High School is pretty big, so we better split up,” brainstormed Agatha,” because this school is giving me the creeps.”
“No splitting up! There are way too many horror movies where something bad happens WHEN THEY SPLIT UP!”, Jonah whined.
“Whatever”, Mist E. Ryans blabbed in her regular airhead tone,” but I’m gonna go outside and get some cell service, ‘kay? There isn’t here isn’t any in here!”
Normally, the door of the school would be locked up tight, but this time there was an exception. The students of the new modern Greenburg Falls Private High School had to do a project over the architecture of the old school.
After Mist had left, Cameron spoke in his obnoxious British accent. “I’m gonna go with her, get some air. This bloody building is stuffy and gross and I want out”.
Agatha piped up,”I’m gonna go too! I have asthma and I need to use my inhaler where it isn’t dusty. So I’ll be right back!”
Jonah, annoyed, spoke “ Fine, but hurry up- I want to get a good grade.”
Fifteen minutes later, Mist returned. “Guys, we have a big problem.”
“What, no cell service outside either? Or, wait, let me guess, your lip gloss ran out!”, Christina snickered.”
“What?Wait, I did drop my lipgloss outside.. But no! We’re locked in the school! The front door won’t open!”
Cameron returned. “I went to check some of the other doors and windows but they won’t open either. And has anyone seen Agatha?” “By the way, Mist I found your lip gloss.”
“Here I am! I just went around to see if anything else would open. I think the front door got stuck.“
“Really, Agatha? Because I was checking windows and other doors and I didn’t see you at all. So where were you really, Agatha, locking the doors to give us a scare maybe?”
“Why would I do that, I want to get out of here just as much as you guys do!”, Agatha yelled, defending herself, “And, well, Cameron I didn’t see you either!”
“Both of you- shut up!”, shouted Jennifer Club,”You are acting like six year olds! Oh, he stole my juice box! No she stole mine! Well this is serious so seriously-stop talking!”
“Whoa, Jennifer. Calm down. We’re gonna be fine,” soothed Charlie Holmes.
“So, who locked the doors?” asked Mist. “Because seriously, I haven’t been able to use my phone for such along time.”
“Look, you real-life Barbie doll”, sneered Christina,”you aren’t the only one who matters here. I want to go home so I can shower and forget that this entire day even happened.”
Mist burst out crying and ran out of the room.
“Now look what you did, Christina. Nice going! I’m gonna go see if she’s alright.”, scolded Agatha.
“I’m going with. Mist is really sensitive, Christina, so watch what you say to her.” Jonah said with a sensitive sound to his voice.
“I’m gonna go try and find a bathroom. I have to pee,” declared Cameron.
“Ew! TMI, Vesper!”, shrieked Jennifer.
An hour or so later, Mist returned. “I am not speaking to Christina anymore,” she remarked, “And Agatha and Jonah stayed behind. I think that they were talking about the project. Lame!..”
They heard a scream. A very, very manly scream. Like Tarzan, but girlier. And then Cameron came back, panting slightly. “Couldn’t. Find. A Bathroom. But I saw something scary. I saw Agatha by a body, and I.. I think.. Jonah. He’s dead, I think.”
“Wait,what?” asked Jennifer. “How could Jonah be dead? Who killed him?”
The group ran to where Cameron had seen the body.
Chapter Two.
“Cameron better not be kidding around,” grumbled Christina.
“I’m not kidding” Cameron replied.
“Wow, that’s a first.” retorted Christina.
They reached the site of the murder. “Oh my goodness”, shouted Jennifer,” there’s the body!”
In front of them was the dead corpse of Jonah, a old wooden board lying next to him.
“Omigosh, I dated him for like 2 days!,” Mist cried, “I wish I’d never broken up with him, because now I really miss him! Poor Jonah!! Who did this? Who killed my true love?!”
“Who’s the only other person in the building that no one seems to see right now?”, Cameron pointed out.
Everyone gasped. “Agatha”, Charlie whispered.
Jennifer stopped everyone. “Look everyone, we need to think about this rationally. I think one of us should be a detective. I vote myself because I’ve been able to make high honor role for my entire life, and have probably read more mysteries than anyone else here. I think I’m just the most qualified than anyone else.”
Mist sniffled. “Wait, you mean like a detective with one of those cute hats? And the adorbs coat-thingy? I want to be the detective!”
Jennifer snorted,”Really, Mist? Are you serious?”
“Yes,”she said uncertainly,”and also ‘mystery’ is my name.”
“What? Are you crazy, girl?”, Jennifer questioned.
“No. My name is Mist. Emily. Ryans. Or Mist. E.Ryans. Other than the ‘ans’ part in my last name, I am Mistery!”
The vote was almost unanimous. Jennifer still voted for herself. But Mist was the detective.
“It’s okay, Jennifer. You can be my sidekick!,” she soothed.
“Gee, thanks, Mist.”, she said sarcastically.
They looked up. Agatha walked in through a door. “Hey, guys. OMG, why is Jonah on the floor? Is he okay?”.
“He’s dead. Why look, you are the last one back again.” Jennifer said.
“I didn’t do it!” yelled Agatha. “I am sick and tired of always being accused!”
“That’s your defense? That you always get accused? You are so whiny! And I bet you locked us in and you killed Jonah because you spoke to him and he died of disgust!”, screamed Christina.
Agatha stormed out.
Chapter Three
“Seriously,Christina? That was a little uncalled for,” scolded Charlie, “I’m gonna go make sure she’s okay.”
“No, I’ll go. I need to stop hurting people’s feelings. You guys should start doing some work on the project.,” Christina said.
“And I SERIOUSLY need to find a bathroom.,” Cameron declared.
They left the room, Cameron heading for a door in the corner covered with an old sheet. Maybe there’s an old bathroom back there. Maybe not. The group got started on the project.
“Those look like some old archways. Mist, write that down for the project,” brainstormed Jennifer,”It could come in help later.”
They heard another scream.
“Not that again, “ groaned Jennifer, “And I still think we should re-elect for ME to be the detective.”
When they got to the room, they looked around for a body. “Eew, I think that this is an old cafeteria,” groaned Mist, “because it smells like petrified lard.”
Agatha walked into the room, with black smeared around her eyes, her face red, and her hair and absolute mess.
“Hey guys, I found a bathroom. Better tell Cameron..My mascara started running and now.. I probably look insane!”. She started laughing. Like a maniac. Scary.
“So I guess you have no idea why There was a horrible scream and now... A DEAD BODY?!”, Mist pointed to the corner. “See, Jen? I can be a great detective!!”
“STOP ACCUSING ME! “ screamed Agatha.
“Wait where’s Cameron?”
“I’m right here, I heard a scream coming from this room and it sounded like Christina. I come in here and I find Christina in the corner...dead. Then I headed back to the room to find you guys to tell you and you weren't there, so I headed back. “ Cameron persuaded.
“Cameron, the good news is that Agatha found a bathroom. The bad news is that she most likely killed Christina.”, explained Jennifer.
“I’m not going to even bother defending myself.”, muttered Agatha.
“Look, Agatha, you always hated Christina. You cannot keep avoiding blame because you know that YOU did it!”, shouted Cameron.There was a chorus of mumbled agreements.
Mist looked up from the thinking position she was in.
“Look, Agatha, You deserve a fair trial as much as anyone else. So I’m not gonna say it’s you, but I’m not going to defend you either. “
“Thank you Mist, see she’s actually fair!” Agatha agreed.
“I think that all of the suspects should be interviewed so that we can figure out who has been killing our classmates.” Mist said.
“Well there are no suspects except for Agatha.” Jennifer concluded.
“What about Cameron, he’s never there when the murders happen either.” Charlie Holmes spoke up.
All of the living students were told to go to a trial to figure out who did the crime. It was decided by Mist that if anyone didn’t show up then they were the murderer. Afraid that they would be accused of killing their friends, everyone showed up.
“Can we get through this quickly so I can watch Agatha be arrested?”, Cameron said lazily.
“I THOUGHT THIS WAS A FAIR TRIAL!?”, shouted Agatha.
Cameron was calm. “I’m gonna go use that bathroom that Agatha found,” he yawned, “because I seriously have to pee.”
Charlie yelped, “Me too! I’m coming with!”
Agatha thought for a moment. “I think that before the trial begins we should all have a chance for a bathroom break. I’m going.”, she said.
No one else moved.
Agatha, Charlie, and Cameron all left the room to go to the bathroom. 3 minutes passed.
Cameron returned to the trial room. “Charlie’s dead! I came out of the bathroom and there was Charlie-laying on the floor.”
“Where’s Agatha?” Jennifer asked
“ I don’t know. I ran here to tell you guys before I found her.” Cameron answered, out of breath.
“Let’s go investigate!” Jennifer and Mist yelled.
When they found Charlie right in between the two bathrooms, the girls and the boys. Agatha then came out of the bathroom and immediately came over to Charlie and the group.
‘Who did this, how could they?”Agatha wondered and asked in need of an answer.
Mist and Jennifer left the room to get a definite decision as to who has murdered these poor students.
“It was obviously Agatha,” said Jennifer, “that’s how all good mysteries are.”
“No it’s not. It was the only other person who wasn’t with us during the deaths.” Mist stated.
“What? It obviously wasn’t Cameron. He would never do something like that.”
“Think about it. Cameron went over to that door in the corner today-the one covered in a sheet. I went over after everyone left and found that it was a secret passage. I took it to the scene of the murder, it branches out all over the school. There’s even a way outs.”
“Please explain.”
“Cameron left that day, going in the same direction as Mist and Jonah, but then ducked into an entrance to the tunnel system. He probably then raced outside and locked all of the doors.”
“And how do you know that?”
“Cameron returned my lip gloss to me earlier. He said that he had found it-but I had dropped it outside on the way in. Christina reminded me when she asked if I had run out.”
“Okay. I see where you’re going. But why would he kill Jonah, Christina, and Charlie?”, she said.
“Girl, please! I know everything that goes on in this school. Cameron and Jonah used to be best friends-until Jonah stole Cameron’s spot on the baseball team. Cameron never forgave him. Christina and Cameron went out last year-but Christina dumped him because she found his British accent too annoying. And he obviously kills off Charlie because he brought up the fact that he wasn’t around at the time of the murders either. Charlie risked his innocence.”
“And now you risk it as well,” growled Cameron from beside the door.
“Don’t do anything you would regret, Cameron!”, screamed Jennifer.
He lunged towards her, most likely to knock her out. But he was met with a karate chop to the head that knocked him out. “What? Cheerleaders learn to defend themselves!,” said Mist.
“So now what?,” asked Agatha, walking into the room with everyone else, “We kind of eavesdropped on the whole conversation.”
“Now, we finish our project. And then we can take the tunnel out and go home. I’ll take all of this to the police,” explained Mist.
“The dumb blonde saves the day,” murmured Jennifer.
“Not so dumb, “ said Agatha, “Mist tutors me in, like, every subject.”
Mist blushed. “Lets just finish this project.”
“No way, hos-e! Those bodies are starting to stink, and we need to get this to the police!”, shrieked Jennifer.
The group followed Mist. “I saw a tunnel entrance right here,” she guided, “ and it leads right outside.”
“Why didn’t you show us this like three deaths ago?,” asked Agatha, dragging the unconscious body of Cameron.
“I went to tell you-but then we were dealing with all the murders and I kind of forgot.”
They made it out into the sunshine.
“Now we go to the cops.”, said Agatha.
THREE MONTHS LATER
Cameron went to prison on a life sentence. And now has to deal with anger management. The students still got their homework into Poirot on time. A+! Christina, Jonah, and Charlie had their proper burials. Well, not quite. Jonah wouldn’t have a burial for another 67 years. It turns out that Cameron just long-term knocked him out. When the ambulance showed up for the bodies, he was wandering around the school, and he was really confused. So maybe they’ll live with the haunting memories for the rest of their lives, and will never go in the old high school again. Mist and Jennifer work together, and realized that they need to put their differences apart and be a team. They are now best friends, along with Agatha. Agatha turned out to be really great at writing scary stories and turned the old school into a setting in one of her best-selling novels, and makes it into a famous haunted house around Halloween .

The Airborne Murder
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didn’t know when when she
Chapter One: The Passengers
That morning I had gotten a letter. An urgent letter from the police station. It hadn’t said much, but that they needed me to come in to see a case. I had seen it in the papers, and was hoping that I would be called in to investigate. There were four men in a jet, all working for a plane company by the name of Sky Company. They were going on an important business trip to the Bahamas. It was so important that it had included the president and vice president of the company. Three men had gotten off the plane, including the pilot, who was none other than the vice president of Sky Company. They had had a bumpy flight apparently, because the oxygen masks had come out. They had gotten off the plane not realizing that Mr. Russell Snipe, the president and owner of the company, had not gotten off with them. The jet had been searched, and the search disclosed that in the back, with his oxygen mask still on, was a dead Russell Snipe. I went off to the police station to question the three other men that were on the plane at the time of the murder.

"Murders at the Mansion" by Laura, Morgan, and Mad
a knife.
THE MURDERS 1 of the guests gets stabbed, another drowns, and another gets poisoned. What is so important about the knife that was stolen, and why where these people murdered at the Smith Mansion? Find out in "Murders at the Mansion."
MURDERS AT THE
“Welcome to the Smith Mansion,” says an odd man with a smirk on his face, as he opened the creaky door. The odor from the mansion that a group of teens were staying in overnight smelled gross and rotten, like Mexican food. Ringo, Susie, Hannah, Anna, and Philip, five of the most curious people in the United States. They walked in, and it was like a museum full of riches and artifacts. They wandered through the mansion looking for things that the mother that had died recently could have been murdered with. As they went through the kitchen, Hannah had spotted out a vase signed by the mansion owner’s wife. The vase had intricate designs that could only be found or made by a professional collector or crafts man/woman She puts out a hand and tried to grab it, but when she does a mysterious hand grabbed her from the behind.
“Excuse me, Miss, may I ask who you are and what you are doing touching my things?” said a strange man, who Hannah presumed the was John Smith.
She had been poisoned.
The guests of the mansion waited around apprehensively. They sat in silence, waiting. No one talked, no one ate, everyone just sat, waiting.
George Looney.
“How did…” George Looney looked at his paper. “How did any of them die? Do you have any ideas?
and gone.”
Anna took a deep breath as she continued to tell what happened. “I came downstairs from my room to get tacos from last night--” Anna was cut off by the detective.
“Okay. I have where they all died. Any other details?”
Augusta stepped forward. She had shadows under her eyes. She had lost 3 of her friends that night, and told everyone that she would not rest until she had found the murderer. “I found Ringo’s body in the bathroom. It Iooked like he’d been stabbed. Susie’s head was wet, so it was obvious she had been drowned in the bathtub. Hannah didn’t look different, but he wasn’t breathing.”
“Your information has been helpful. After I talk to the other suspects I will go upstairs and investigate.”
other room.
George
George Looney walked three friends?”
Anna replied, “No I would never kill anyone, especially my friends.”
of them.”
“Yes,
“Yes, but isn’t George Looney.
“Ya, but what does that have to do with anything?” said Anna.
George Looney.
Philip
Philip said, “Yes, but we—”
George Looney interrupted, “So you wanted to get rid of your friends, and killed them to get them out of the way.”
“No we would never -- we’ve known them them forever, and never would do anything to hurt them.” said Anna, sobbing. She was miserable without her friends.
“You may leave now. Thank you for your time.” said George Looney. “I am going to solve this crime! Don’t worry, you two will be all right.”
was locked.
“Augusta, come here and open the door to you room, please,” Mr. Looney said with a serious voice. “Augusta Smith open the door now!”
“I don’t think you want to go in there. It is very dirty!” Augusta exclaimed.

Morgan, and MadiMad
When Augusta Smith invites over her 5 best friends for a party, nothing seems to go right after someone steals a knife.
THE MURDERS AT THE MANSION
“Welcome to the Smith Mansion,” says an odd man with a smirk on his face, as he opened the creaky door. The odor from the mansion that a group of teens were staying in overnight smelled gross and rotten, like Mexican food. Ringo, Susie, Hannah, Anna, and Philip, five of the most curious people in the United States. They walked in, and it was like a museum full of riches and artifacts. They wandered through the mansion looking for things that the mother that had died recently could have been murdered with. As they went through the kitchen, Hannah had spotted out a vase signed by the mansion owner’s wife. The vase had intricate designs that could only be found or made by a professional collector or crafts man/woman She puts out a hand and tried to grab it, but when she does a mysterious hand grabbed her from the behind.
“Yeah, I’m glad we will never have to come back,” replied Anna.
Phillip wasn’t sure about that. For in his pocket, he had a small knife, with hand-painted roses…