A/N: Hello Dear Reader! Welcome to my first published fan fiction to ! I love this site and I hope to publish more in the future .

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Now without further interruptions, I present to you the first chapter. :)

Notes and Visitors

TinTin breathed in the afternoon air, as Snowy rushed past his feet.

"Woah!" Snowy barked as he took off after a rabbit at the edge of the woods. He started to call out for him, but smiling he thought better; Snowy would come back when he smelled food. Turning, Tintin saw his seafaring companion, Captain Haddock, as he bumbled out the door.

"Blistering Barnacles!" he cursed as he tripped over Nestor's Siamese cat, who scurried off quickly, hissing angrily as he did so. Thankfully, Captain Haddock saved the cumbersome watermelon he held in his hands.

"Are you ready?" TinTin asked the Captain, who grumbled a few words under his breath.

"Wait for me!" A small voice cried from inside.

A few seconds later, Skut, the one eyed Estonian pilot, appeared carrying a blanket. Their trusted ally and companion had been at Marlinspike Hall for a week on his summer break. Skut planned to be there another week before leaving to start work again.

TinTin chuckled as the two of them trotted down the steps to join him. TinTin's wooden picnic basket creaked as he, plus Skut and the Captain, started down the worn dirt path to the open field near the mansion. They stopped at the top of the hill, breaking out their supplies. Skut set out the worn blanket as Captain Haddock started to lay down the watermelon, cutting it into large pieces. TinTin pulled a battery operated radio out of the basket along with forks, knifes, plates and napkins. The sun played on their faces as they started to set pieces of watermelon on their plates.

Sighing, Captain commented as he spit out a seed. "I wish everyday was like this. No worries and not a care in the world."

TinTin laid back on his back, staring at the clouds and listened to the radio play instrumental music. "I do too Captain. It is nice."

His friends followed his example and laid on their backs as well, sighing in content. A few moments later, Snowy came back from the woods, barking and panting happily at TinTin. With a snort he rested by TinTin on his side, taking a deep breath. TinTin rubbed Snowy's ears as the white, fluffy clouds rolled past them drifting lazily across the blue sky.

"Can you pass some lemonade, TinTin?"Skut asked politely.

"Of course," TinTin replied as he reached into the basket and felt the bottom. He gasped and sat up, the lemonade was gone!

"What is it, lad?" Captain Haddock asked as he sat up as well.

"It's nothing," TinTin assured him. "But I could have sworn I packed it… I'll go ask Nestor if he has a extra jug."

Quickly, TinTin got up and trotted down the small hill, the music from the radio fading in the distance. He climbed up the Marlinspike steps two at a time and went inside.

"Nestor! Can you come here for a moment?" TinTin called out in the foyer as he shut the door behind him.

"Be there in a minute, sir!" The loyal butler replied from a room upstairs. Sighing in relief that the matter could be solved, TinTin started over to the kitchen. The padding of footsteps coming down the staircase distracted TinTin for a split second and he stood in shock at the sight.

Nestor was wearing a pink apron. It was the disturbing shade of cough syrup, and it was laced white at the ends along with a fat red heart sewed in the middle of his chest.

"Nestor… what on earth are you wearing?" TinTin asked raising an eyebrow.

Nestor looked down on it and laughed softly, "Oh! This was a Christmas gift from one of my relatives. Whether he meant it to be a joke or not, I have no clue. So for spite, I try to destroy it whenever I can."

TinTin now realized the paint stains and scorch marks peppered across it. Across Nestors forehead was a smear of white paint, indicating what he'd been doing recently. TinTin couldn't help but crack a smile and laugh. Nestor chuckled lightly in amusement, a small smile spread across the usually monotone face. After the pair was done laughing Nestor commented, "By the way, sir… did you need something?"

"Yes! I was wondering if you had another jug of lemonade, ours seems to be missing."

"Of course, I'll bring it out shortly." Nestor replied as he scurried off, his pink apron flowing gracefully as well. TinTin turned to the small pile of new mail on one of the small tables by the entrance. Sorting through them, he threw the useless ones (most from Jollian Wagg) into the small wastebasket, or as the Captain loved to call it "The Burn Pile" (surprisingly, his letters made great fire starters). In the end only one letter remained, it was an envelope addressed to the Captain.

TinTin skipped out the door to join his friends out in the field. Skut and Captain Haddock looked up as they smiled at him.

"Well lad, any luck?" Captain Haddock asked heartily.

"Yes! Nestor will bring it out in a few minutes." TinTin stated as he sat back down on the picnic blanket. "Also, this is for you." He added as he held out the letter to the Captain.

Captain Haddock took it and ripped open the seal. His eyes fiddled across the page and widened as he came to the bottom of the page. "Blue blistering barnacles!"

"What is it?" Skut asked as he tilted his head.

"It's from Bianca Castafiore! Saying that she'll be visiting next week! The Old Bird!" He sighed in frustration as he let down the letter in the grass.

Nestor came up from the manor (not wearing the apron anymore) carrying on a silver tray, their lemonade. They all grabbed a glass and drank a few sips to cool themselves off.

"There's a telegram for you, sir." Nestor said as he handed Captain Haddock an envelope.

"Thank you Nestor." Captain Haddock responded as the butler set down the whole tray full of extra lemonade.

TinTin gladly drank the sweet treat but stopped when he saw a slip of paper wedged in between two of the extra glasses. Curious, he snatched it and observed it. There were no markings, only one word scrawled in big, uppercase letters.

HELLO.

"Did you put this here Nestor?" TinTin asked holding it out for him to see.

Nestor shook his head. "No sir, I've never seen it before in my life." As he walked away to get back to his tasks, Skut turned up the volume for the radio as a news flash came on the program.

"News Flash! At 8 o'clock this morning another robbery took place at the Museum of Natural Science by the Black Dog."

Captain Haddock along with everyone else choked on their lemonade and leaned in closer.

"This robbery is similar to the Art Museum of Brussels that happened three weeks ago, supposedly told by police by the same thief. The thief is wanted dead or alive by the police and a reward will be given to the person who captures this dangerous criminal. It is also advised that until this dangerous criminal is captured, everyone should stay inside once it gets dark. In other news…"

Skut turned down the volume and stared paper white at his companions, "Well… that was lovely."

TinTin sighed and sat back, "I just don't get it."

"Don't get what?"

"How can such a big criminal, not leave a trace, and never be seen? It dosn't make sense." TinTin pondered.

His train of concentration was broken when Captain Haddock bellowed, "BLISTERINIG BARNICLES!"

"What is it Captain?" TinTin asked, concerned for his friend. He looked over to see his friends hand shaking in anger, the new telegram crumbled in the palm of his hand.

"It's a telegram from Castafiore! It says that she's coming on the 17th, the 17th! T-That's today!"The Captain stood quickly, spilled his drink, and scurried off. Skut and TinTin along with Snowy peered at each other momentarily before following after him.

"Captain? Where are you going?" Skut asked as they went into the hall.

"France, China, the Moon! I don't care, as long as I get away from that menace." Captain Haddock replied back as he took the stairs two at a time.

He called for Nestor to pack his bags and Nestor hurried to get to work. TinTin rubbed his forehead in wonder.

"Well Snowy, it looks like it's going to get crazy here at Marlinspike."

Snowy barked in agreement.

A few minutes later Captain Haddock was trotting down the stairs with a small suitcase in hand. He reached out to turn the doorknob when a loud knock came from the other side.

Captain Haddock groaned to himself and closed his eyes, "Shoot." He looked at his suitcase and glanced around the room, trying to see where to hide it. He threw it across to TinTin, who caught it with a grunt.

Captain Haddock rolled his eyes as he opened the door, forcing a smile.

"Hello Ms. Castafiore." The Captain greeted flakily.

Instead of greeting him back she strutted in, her fancy clothes and heavy perfumes making TinTin's nose itch.

"My dear Mr. Padstock. How nice to see you again!" she chimed merrily, giving Captain Haddock a bone crutching hug before shedding her gloves.

She turned to TinTin a wide smile on her face, " Ah! TinTin, darling, how nice to see you again!"

He smiled politely back. "Nice to see you again too, Castafiore."

She turned gracefully to face Skut, "And this must be the one eyed pilot TinTin always talks about, Poot isn't it?"

Skut shrugged as he shook her hand, "Close enough."

"Well then, where is that Professor Celery? Is he well?"

"Calculus? He's out in the back working on yet another project." Captain commented dryly.

"Splendid! I'm sure I shall see him at dinner tonight. O! Irma! My bags please!" Castafiore called to the maid, who huffed her way inside.

"Yes Madame, coming Madame." Irma replied muffled from the pile of bags she held in her arms. Nestor hurried over and helped her carry them in the door.

"Where's your piano player Wager?" Captain Haddock asked as he shut the foyer door.

"I let him take a vacation. Poor man… he works too hard. It takes a lot of talent to be in the show business."

"I'm sure it does." Tintin replied nodding his head, Snowy snorted in disbelief.

Castafiore sighed dreamily, "It's a delight to see Marlinspike once more!"

"Yeah…" Captain Haddock muttered under his breath as his eyes grew stormy. "A real treat."

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