So this is going to be a one-shot about everybody's favourite character! Yes that's right, it's Fishlegs! May turn into more than a one-shot depending on how much I will write now because…I am a very lazy person. It will be in Fishlegs' P.O.V.

'It's great in the mornings around here; thank goodness some people don't get up this early,' I said as I made my way up to the hall with a book in hand, enjoying the peace of early morning and the cold, but no too cold breeze. I was of course referring to a few of my friends when I mentioned some people.

'Not that I have anything against my friends of course, but they just don't understand stuff like I do, like a good book.' I nodded to myself, confirming my statement. Not that there was anyone else around I have to confirm to. As I made it through the large wooden doors into the hall I was greeted by the gentle glow and warmth of the fire. A content sigh escaped my lips as I settled down to a seat away from the small but apparent crowd. As I began to really get into my book, which I had to trade my best pair of shoes for to get from Trader Johann, a loud and deafening scream rang so high pitched that it could've been heard from miles in every direction from the island. I gave a slight chuckle to myself.

'Whoever's being yelled at sure sounds like they're getting an earful.' I quickly return to the fascinating contents of my book, which was about a man who helped people if they had lost something or it had been stolen. He was called a private investigator, or a P.I. for short. I quite liked this man; he was very professional sounding and I was very interested in the way they spoke in the book. I didn't get long to appreciate however as a loud slam of the wooden door jolted my attention upwards to see one Tuffnut Thorston gaining speed towards my direction. I groaned inwardly, hoping he would walk past, or just stop before me. Luck was not with me however as he came right to my face, commandeering the book from my hands forcefully and flinging it to the floor behind him.

'What did you do that for?' I asked the blonde male in front of me annoyed.

'God's Fishlegs, now is not the time to ask stupid questions about just as stupid books. I am in a life or death situation!' He screeched grabbing and shaking my shoulders furiously. My annoyance at him grew all the more; of course he thinks that my books are stupid and unimportant.

'And what is so crucial at this moment in time that you had to come rushing to me for, and why me for that matter, why not your sister?' Tuffnut groaned, clearly fed up with how thick he thought I was.

'Because,' Tuffnut began, 'my sister is the problem, she's gone completely crazy!'

I gave an exasperated sigh, knowing I wouldn't get any more information out of the blond in front of me unless I asked.

'I thought you thought Ruffnut was crazy anyway, why is this any different?'

'Are you kidding, she has reached a whole new level of CRAZY!' Others in the hall were looking now, thinking he was the only crazy person here.

'What the Hel are you on about?' before he could open his mouth a loud grating voice boomed from across the room. We both turned to see a vicious looking blonde charging towards her brother at astounding speed.

'TUFFNUT!' She grabbed him by the front of his shirt, lifting him off the ground by at least an inch.

'Where is it? I know you have it somewhere so tell me where it is and I promise I won't hurt you…much!' I decided to take action and stood up to at least to hold back the blood bath temporarily.

'I didn't take it, I swear. Look, I'll get it back to you, just please let me down!' he begged.

'Fine,' she snarled, tossing him to the ground harshly, 'but you better get it back to me, or else!' she stalked out, shoulders slumped and a deadly stalk to her stride. Tuffnut gulped at his sister's hostility before turning back to me with a pale face and wide eyes, clearly scared witless.

'You see; crazy! She thinks I've taken it!'

'Tuffnut, calm down. First of all, what the Hel are you talking about?'

'It's Ruffnut's favourite sword, it's gone missing and she's saying that I stole it!' Tuffnut was soon on his knees, begging. 'You've got to help me; if I don't find her stupid sword…I'm DEAD!' I snickered silently, this was a sight to see, and although I'm not normally one for cruel humour, this was a once in a life time opportunity that I was not willing to pass up.

'Well…I don't know…' A complete look of horror washed over Tuffnut's face.

'PLEASE!' He cried, shaking my shoulders violently.

'OK, OK! I'll help you, sheesh,' I said, removing his death grip from my shoulders. He smiled like a child how has just received a shiny toy. He quickly remembered where he was and what he just done, so as subtle as a Monstrous Nightmare in a black smiths he got up and dusted himself off, all the while pretending to cough.

'Well, thanks for that I guess, ahem. So, what are we going to do about this, huh?' I put my hand to chin, deep in thought for a moment; I thought of my book, what would the P.I. do? He would go to the scene of the crime to check out clues and ask the victim questions about it of course! I cleared my throat, thinking if I was going to be a private investigator, I was going to do it right.

'OK, partner, now, let's go suss out the scene of the crime.' All I got in return was a confused look and a "what?" I gave a sigh, 'we're going to your house to see if there's anything that can help us find the sword.'

'Oh, why didn't you say that?' I gave another sigh and stormed out.

'You're weird you know that?'

Told you I was lazy, will write another chapter soon. Tell me what you think.