11PM, Local police department.
"You want me to lock up a mouse?" The chief questioned, wondering why Muldy hadnt gone into butterfly catching as a profession.
"Yes Chief. He is the serial killer you have been looking for." The chief looked at Scouldy as if to say, 'Is he serious?'
"Sir, he actually has a point." Scouldy had to say it eventually.
"...Well, what is it?"
"The homeless man who owns the mouse told us that he (the mouse), doesnt like people that are scared of him"
"So?"
"Well, this man has slept at every serial killing site."
".....Even if this were true, how in the hell would a mouse be able to aim a gun and shoot someone?!"
"Well, I saw some weights and stuff where the mouse was sitting..."
"...Are you on goofballs?"
"Not that I know of sir"
"Well...maybe you should be!"
"Excuse me?"
"Uh...please, continue"
"Ok, well I got the gun dusted for finger prints and all they could find were little paw prints. Made by a rodent."
"...Well...alright. Where is this mouse?"
7AM, A time in the morning.
"Ok, Mr. Mouse, just put your paw in the ink. Now, place it on this piece of paper. ThankYou. Miss, take these and compare them with the samples off the gun"
"Certainly" The assistant hurried off. Never did she realise that her skirt was tucked into her underwear, but, never did her boss mind.
"Follow me please, Mr. Mouse." The officer lead the mouse into a small cell with some holes made in the top for air.
"*Squeeking made by mouse. We think he said thankyou*"
"Yes, alright."
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