The name's Steve. I'm a private detective. I use to be to a regular detective, but I was kicked out due to my aggressive attitude and unlawful ways of getting evidence. That, and my green striped sweater was too silly for them. So now I'm all by myself, doing cases for those who can afford my prices.

Sadly, it seems my business didn't get much business. People just didn't have big problems nowadays. And the worse thing was my apartment rent was due in two weeks and I didn't have a dime to pay. Not to mention my landlord is a very demanding type. Normally I would have told the landlord to kiss my ass, but the reason I won't is because… well, my landlord is also my mother.

But today was my lucky day. My office door was opened and in came my newest client. She was a pink puppy with glasses, plus she looked way too young to walk outside all by herself. Regardless I asked if I could help her.

"Bow bow bow" she replied. It meant 'yes' in dog language. Yeah, I know dog language. If there is one thing I learned in detective work, is the worst criminals like to speak in another language.

I asked her "what do you need my help for?"

The pup handed me a newspaper. I was confused, it was only today's newspaper. However, I found something of interest. One article was titled 'Lady Blue Found Missing!' Along with the article was a picture of Lady Blue, who appeared to be the same breed of dog that my client was.

"So is this about Lady Blue?"

The client nodded. She explained she is a good friend of Blue's, and knows something the press doesn't. Apparently, Blue has been socializing with some shady characters for over a month. Last week one of these characters openly threatened her. And just yesterday Blue was suddenly gone. My client can only suspect who did it.

"Why don't you go to the police?"

She frowned. My client then told me one of the shady character that threatened Blue definitely wore a police uniform. She couldn't tell if he was an actual police officer or a stripper dressed like one, but either way the guy was a creep. She would risk her life if went to the cops, so the only choice she had was a private detective. Me.

"Alright toots, I'm on the job. If you have any more information for this case, I would gladly appreciate it."

The pink puppy nodded and turned towards the door. When she opened the door, I just realized something.

"Wait! You didn't tell me your name!"

My client turned around and spoke in dog language. It translated to the word 'Magenta.'

"Magenta, huh? Nice name."

She smiled, then left. I got off of my chair and stretched. I turned to my side and saw my Handy Dandy Notebook lying the drawer, dust covering it's surface. I picked it up, dusted it, then put in my pocket.

And thus started my latest case: the Blue's Clues case!

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To be continued.