It's the Celebration of the Dead in Garmouth. All the market stalls are closed or are getting boarded up. Everyone is in halloweenish costumes; witches, ghouls, ghosts, and one eyed one horned purple people eaters. Music of the joyous kind is playing, children running after one another laughing, and shrill cackles are heard here and there. The parade is about to begin, the city tower clock booms out twelve o'clock at night. Two men lift up the garage door, orange and black streamers shoot out of the opening, and the first float is pushed through. But, the float is not covered in the traditional orange, black, and white. It's covered with the deep red of oozing blood. The float driver was cut on his throat, so was the three 'Miss Ghouls'. Screams echoed off the buildings.

"Who would do this? Who would have such a black heart as to ruin our festivities?" Cried Mrs. Thomas. She is part of the float making comity. Mrs. Thomas is basically a lady trying to be younger than she is (forty-five). She wears the lepored print, the extremely to-tight-for-her wow-she-needs-to-change clothes, and the cakey makeup. Evaline Thomas is married, but her husband hates Garmouth so they split up. They never bothered with the divorce papers.

"Well, whoever did it is a coward for not showing it's self so I could pummel it!" Shouted Police man Pete Shun. He likes to beat up anyone who disobeys his laws. Pete is like the mean P.E teacher nobody ever wants. The marine hair cut with gray and white in his 'dew', the buff body, the showing veins. Pete has the cold blue eyes that could strike down any aircraft or criminal, dead.

"I think we should clean it up before somebody," somebody pukes in the background," pukes. Nevermind." Sighs Janitor Gary. He doesn't like to clean up anything with an odor, it triggers his allergies. Gary is like every normal janitor. He's weak, boney, and has some gray hair strands. He has deep brown eyes that shows he is good down to the bone.

"You're such a wimp, Gary! Man up! It's just barf! Or stomach acid and partially digested leftovers." Growls Pete, he also hates wimps.

"How about we worry about the matter on hand instead of the manliness Janitor Gary lacks, Hm?" Scolds Mrs. Thomas. She is kind of stuck up and likes everything going her way or what she considers 'the right way'.

All of a sudden a great loud voice stretches over the celebration. It shakes everything and everyone.

"Muhahaha! I hope I haven't ruined the festival! I thought of making it interesting this year, so everyone just sit and relax and enjoy the show! Cause it shall be your last! Muhahahaha,*cough cough cough*, HAHAHAHAHA!!!!" Cried the evil master.

"Sounds like a mystery to be solved! And it sounds like a job for, DU-DE-DU-DU!!! Captain Crunch!" Shouted Jamie Hogging, she's fourteen and a Folle à lier *, but she is also very good at solving mysteries. Even the ones about the missing candies and goodies that just suddenly appear to be in her mouth.

"Oh boy not her again." Moaned Pete. Jamie causes lots of trouble running around helping everyone with their 'problems'.

Jamie just pulls out a red blanket, a blue and gold pirate hat, and a note pad with an attached pen. She flips open to a blank page, or a partially written on one, and assembles her costume.

"So what seems to be the problem officer Peterton?" Jamie likes to call everyone names.

"Nothing was wrong until you showed up." Peter mumbled "Well, I would be stating the obvious, there was a couple of murders on the 'Royal Monsters' float. The driver, Mr. P. Lankton, and the three girls, Miss Jessica, Miss Hannah, and Miss Piper Sourskittles. It seems that the killer used a box opener to slit their throats and a paint brush to spread the blood around to create this bloody mess."

Jamie scribbles some foreign six-year-old language down in her notebook. Chewing on her pencil here and there, underlining a couple times, grunting, and erasing a lot. When she finally put down her writing utensil, she looked up and said, "Ok, I think I will find out who the murderer in three to five days tops. But that's only a guesstimation, Mr. Peterton."

Jamie then walked towards the float, and looked for clues. She climbed onto the float; it's about two feet high. Jamie pulls out a magnify glass that is bigger than her hand. She scans around for something that could lead her to the evil master mind. She then smells the soft berry smell of 'Moonlight Magic' from 'Bath and Body works' store.

Captin Crunch then follows the smell like a bloodhound. She then sees where the source is coming from, a crumpled up piece of paper in the bloody hand of Miss Piper's right hand. It read:

"Dear who ever the heck you are,

I see you have found my letter. I hope you would come and have tea with me on Sunday at two o'clock. In the old sugar mill down by Somerset Stream. I shall expect you there on sooner or later, for I shall be gone forever and YOU will pay the price.

Come alone,

From Piper's right hand."

"Looks like I'm going to end this case earlier than I thought." Sighed Jamie, writing in her notebook.

*Folle à lier- French for Mad as a hatter.