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Act One: A Frosty Day
It was early in the morning for the safety patrollers at X Middle School. The sun was just peeking around the clouds when many of the patrollers just arriving, but not Fillmore and Ingrid. They had been at the school since six o'clock in the morning wrapping up a previous case. Students at X thought that the partners were crazy for spending so much time at school but Fillmore and Ingrid loved it. The two of them would sneak glances at each other when they thought the other one wasn't looking. They just waited for Fillmore's phone to ring which meant they had a case again. The two loved the mystery, excitement and the satisfaction when they finally caught who ever was responsible for the crime.
The big bowl of cherries they'd been munching on for the past two hours while they were working was down to the last few. As soon as O'Farrell entered the room, his eyes widened at the sight of the remaining fruit.
"Cherries!" Danny was only able to let out that one word before he shoveled every last cherry into his mouth. Danny let out a large burp and started rubbing his belly. He noticed Ingrid and Fillmore staring at him with raised eyebrows. "What?" was all he said before he turned and walked away.
Just then the phone rang and Fillmore rushed to pick it up. "Fillmore" he said into the phone.
"Hello Cornelius. It's been a while." A mysterious voice said into the phone. Fillmore was extremely confused he didn't know who was on the other end and why the voice sounded so familiar.
"Who is this?" Fillmore asked, getting a little nervous.
"Cornelius do you seriously not remember me? I thought after completely ruining my life you would at least have the respect of remembering me." The voice exclaimed disgustedly.
"I'm…ah, sorry? Can you tell me your name?" he asked, trying to get more information out of this person.
"Nah ah ah… that would be too easy for you. If you want I can give you a clue. We met two years ago and I swore I'd come back for you. And guess what. That time is now." The voice said. After a few seconds of thinking, the identity of the voice finally dawned on him.
"Matthew? Matthew Frost?" But Frost had already hung up the phone. Fillmore looked at the phone and then slowly put it back on the desk. He then looked over at his partner, who had been listening to his entire conversation.
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Matthew hung up his phone and left Fillmore hanging. They need a case to work on, he thought, to get their attention away from my call. The Idea for his plan hit him all at once. Matthew gathered his energy and started to sprint towards the storage room; where the Frisbees were held.
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"Fillmore, you okay?" Ingrid asked, concerned by the look on his face.
"Ya, it was just a person I put away a few years ago." Ingrid could tell Fillmore was not telling her the entire truth. Ingrid tilted her head to the side and gave him the look that told him he better tell her what he knew, and all of it. Fillmore sighed but did continue. "Name's Matthew Frost and two years ago he was the head of the Frisbee team. I was sent undercover to discover a suspected stealing operation. His team would raise money for charities and new equipment and he would take a large portion of the money. To get enough evidence to prove him guilty I had to be his friend for about three months. After he finally trusted me, he showed me all of the money he had stolen how he did it. The next day, I turned him in. He never forgave me and before he got expelled, he swore he'd be back." Ingrid was silent as she considered the thought. She was not exactly sure what to say.
"Fillmore, it'll be okay," she said trying to calm him down.
"Ingrid, you don't know what he's like. How dangerous he is." Fillmore looked into Ingrid's eyes and all she saw was fear.
"We'll keep each other safe." Ingrid said in a reassuring voice.
She had never seen her best friend that scared before.
"Ya, sounds like a good idea." Fillmore's telephone started to ring just then. He picked it up but was a little hesitant because he thought it might be Frost again. "Fillmore," he said into the phone. He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard a girl's voice on the other end stating that 50 Frisbees had been stolen from the storage room and that they needed to come down right away. He hung up the phone and let Ingrid and the rest of the safety patrollers know what was happening. The partners headed down to check out what was happening.
When they got there, the partners walked up to Felicity Brown who was standing beside a cart that had stored the Frisbees.
"Felicity, what can you tell us?" Fillmore asked
"I was gone for ten minutes because Principal Folsom called me up to her office and when I came back all of the Frisbees were gone! We have a competition next week. If we don't have any Frisbees how are we supposed to practice?"
"Who has access to the Frisbees?" Fillmore asked
"I have the master keys and I locked it when I went up to see Folsom. I don't know how the person would have gotten in," Felicity said
"Do you know any one who would want to steal the Frisbees?" Ingrid asked.
"No, I really don't. We in the Frisbee team have never had something like this happen to us before."
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Meanwhile, through a near by hiding spot, Matthew Frost was lurking around. He looked at what he had caused. He had to give Fillmore and his lovely partner an excuse to keep them focused on something else and not him. His plan had worked with flying colours. Frost needed some time to observe Fillmore and see which way was the best to get back at him. And then it dawned on him. Why not get back at Fillmore by hurting the one person who truly cared about him. She was small, she was vulnerable, she was his closest friend and partner.
Hey! My sister and I always used to watch Fillmore, and now we got back into it! ENJOY :D -Megan
So this is our first Fillmore story writing. We hope you like it :) Should be posting a few a week. -Amy