Hello, I am agent Hotti509. I am working on case #0519237486, a mystery about
someone stealing from the Projectile Shoppe. We have 3 suspects of who might
have done this crime; Mimi, Bob, and the Times Editor.
The crime scene!
Writer's Note: None of this is real, it is all make believe. No one stole from
the Projectile Shoppe.
Mimi: People were getting mad at her for her slow or no dance instruction, and
was trying to get attention away from her.
Bob: Tired of all the people getting mad at the lack of plots, maybe Bob
wanted people to worry about something else.
Times Editor: No one was reading the Times... a mystery like this would
surely be in the Times,
so people would read it.
Me: Were you upset that people were mad at you yesterday?
Mimi: A little, but I got over it.
Me: Where were you yesterday?
Mimi: Teaching Navygal to dance.
Me: Can I ask Navygal if that is true?
Mimi: Go ahead.
Me: Okay, I'll be back later.
Me: Navygal, can you confirm that Mimi was teaching you to dance yesterday?
Navygal: Yes, I can show you the dances she taught me too.
Me: Okay, show me then.
*Navygal starts a dance called ???Dance The Dance'*
Navygal: Like what you see?
Me: Very good. I will talk to you later.
Me: Mimi, what dance were you teaching her?
Mimi: She called it ???Dance the Dance.'
Me: Okay, your story adds up, you're free to go.
Well, I guess it can't be Mimi after all. Onto the Times Editor, or T. E. as I call
T.E.: Hi, Hotti509.
Me: Are you mad that people have stopped reading the Times?
T.E.: I am, but I can't really control Whyvillians, so I just let it be.
Me: Where were you yesterday?
T.E.: I was helping City Hall come up with new ideas for Whyville.
Me: I will get back to you in one minute, stay here.
Me: City Hall, may I ask you questions about the Times Editor?
C.H.: Sure, ask away.
Me: Were you and T. E. deciding on new ideas for Whyville yesterday?
C.H.: Yes, we were deciding on whether or not to add a TV to Whyville.
Me: Thank you for your time.
T.E.: You have all the information you need?
Me: Yes, you're free to go, I don't need you any more.
Times Editor's story checks out too. All that's left is Bob.
Me: Bob, where were you yesterday?
Bob: Why do you want to know?
Me: I am investigating the mystery on the Projectile Shoppe.
Bob: Oh, well....
Me: Yes, where were you?
Bob: I was... say, I'm missing my pencil, I have to go now, sorry.
Bob was no help at all. Let's see our clues found at the Projectile Shoppe.
Looks like Bob's glasses.
Bob said he was missing a pencil. Looks like his.
Matches the hair of Bob.
I think this case is solved, I will go take Bob to City Hall.
Me: Bob, please come with me.
Bob: Okay, where to?
Me: Talk to City Hall.
Bob: Fine, tell me why when we get there.
*Bob and I walk over to City Hall.*
C.H.: This is your culprit?
Me: Yes. Bob, go over there. *points to chair*
Bob: Yes, ma'am
Me (to City Hall): I need to show you the interviews and clues. You
see how Bob
doesn't have his glasses -- *picks up glasses* -- they were found at the crime scene.
C.H.: I see, is that all you have?
Me: No -- *points to baggie* -- these hair strands are his, too.
This pencil, he said it
was missing, it was also found at the Projectile Shoppe.
C.H.: May I see your interview?
Me: Here. *hands paper to City Hall*
C.H.: Way to solve the case, Hotti509!
Me: Thank you. *takes a bow*
That is how I solved the Case #0519237486, the mystery of the Projectile Shoppe.
Give Detective Hotti509 any case and I can solve it! :-)