It started off as any normal day for me. Snoozing at my seat, my hat tipped over my face and feet on the desk. I slumped in my seat as my dark office brightened as the sun arose from behind the Wacky Falls Mountains.
"Good day, Mr. Harper." said my secretary, Lucy, from the intercom.
"Blast, woman! I said don't wake me up!" I said, throwing my pencil at the intercom. Please excuse my rudeness; I'm a fairly nice fellow. I was just upset because I hadn't had a report in what seems like forever.
Me, James Harper, famous detective and lawyer. Toontown Central was the happiest place on earth. What was I doing? I might as well die in my sleep. My apartment building/office was starting to become a mess. The wallpaper was torn, the floors were dusty, and me? I was getting old too. I looked around my office. There were awards on the walls. I lost me temper and threw my papers at them. It's been 3 years since my last case. Since then, I've lost the love of my life, my passion for my job, and my dignity. There was a sudden pound on my door.
"Harper! If I don't get my rent today you're outa here!!!!" bellowed Pete, who owned my apartment building. I laughed in my throat. "Psshhh, Pete, come on in." I smiled my Harper smile. The one that always means I'm up to something. "I'm serious!!!" he said, slamming my office door as my awards fell down. "Yeah. Well, Petey, can I call you Petey?" I asked. "No!" he warned. "..Ok." I said. "Well, the rent..." I said, thinking of a lie. "...The rent... The rent, see, I see of it as more of a metaphor that holds us apartment people together..." I tried. "That's the biggest load of rubbish I've ever heard." said Pete. "Well, what if I told you I can't get the rent because I haven't got the money..?" I said, cringing. "Then," said Pete, smiling as his goons walked in, "You're gonna pay the price." My eyes widened as I backed away. "You guys want some coffee..? I have mocha...? God, please make them l like mocha!" I prayed. "Too late, Harper! Give me the money or ELSE!" said Pete.
I hesitated. I had no money. But when you're at gun-point, you honestly are so scared and you don't know what to do.
I jumped out my window, crazy enough; Pete's bullets at my heels.
God, I hope Lucy made it out ok. Well, where I was going was almost worse than what would've happened if she didn't...