PC Pluto and the Mass Murder.
The Alarm rang. PC Pluto threw down his coffee. The alarm rang again. PC Pluto leaped into his state-of-the-art Porche 996 GT2 and powered to the place of the two crimes (They were both in the same place). He slammed on the brakes and tunnelled under the walls of the house. He tunnelled back up and found he was in the house. He looked around and saw eight bodies with pools of blood by them.
“How odd,” PC Pluto thought. “There is no-one complaining about something being stolen. How am I supposed to know what was stolen?”
After many hours of hard thinking, it finally clicked that nothing had been stolen. It was murder!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This was despicable! He looked around and found bullets. In the people. He then heard a gunshot. BANG! He ran to the shot just in time to see a surly looking character on a white horse. He carried a large scythe. PC Pluto walked up t him and said in his most formal and dominant voice, “Did you kill those people?”
WHAT? The person said.
“Did you kill those people?”
I STILL CAN’T HERE YOU
“Did you kill those people?” PC Pluto finally bellowed.
NO I’M JUST HERE TO COLLECT THEM
“Ah, your death aren’t you?”
YES
“Well, do you know who killed them?”
YES
“Who?”
I’M NOT SAYING ANYTHING TILL MY LAWER GETS HERE
“I’m a detective. It’s okay.”
IN THAT CASE, IT WAS KYLE SIDE. HIS FRIENDS CALL HIM “HOMI-SIDE”
“Thank you,” PC Pluto ran to the phone book and looked up Side. He found 19 billion living in the suburb. He thought that he should check again. On closer inspection, he noticed that there was only 18.5 billion. That still didn’t sound right. With one last check, he found 2.
“That’s more like it.” He thought. He ran to K.Y.L.E. Side’s house. He tunnelled under the wall and saw someone holding a gun. “What is your name?” the PC asked.
“Ken Yvonne Lester Elmore Side. Why?”
“No reason.” Next he went to K.Y.L.E. Side’s house. Again he tunnelled under the wall and saw an old man in a wheelchair and an obvious arm disability.
“You’re coming with me for murder!” he squeaked.
“Why?” the man choked.
“What is your name?”
“Ken Yvonne Lester Elmore Side.”
“But that was the other fellah’s name.” Replied the confused PC said.
He went back to K.Y.L.E. Side’s house and said “Whazzup Homi-Side?”
“Nothing much Homi-Sex-Uall. Hang on, you’re that policeman aren’t you? Oh blast well, I guess I’m going to Gay-All then am I?” Homi-Side replied.
“No, you’re going to gaol. Gay-All is a brothel down to the east. Grubby place that is. Now, will you put down that gun and put your hands out for cuffing please?” Homi-Side obeyed and was roughly thrown into gaol. Another successful case solved by PC Pluto!
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