Disclaimer: I had no clue why I am writing this story. Wilt is Sam, Coco is his assistant, Frankie is Ms. Ashley, Ed is the security guard for something', Bloo and Mac are the collectors, and a made up character named Dr. Caster (Frankie's made up husband). A little Wilt/Frankie and Wilt/Coco. I know. Confusing but it will make sense.

Chappy 1: A little imagination goes a long way

"Bloo, stop it seriously. That is really annoying" Wilt said, holding his ears. If he had ears.

"SCHREEEEEEECH!" It was an old violin Bloo found in the dumpsters. Bloo just took it with him, just to annoy people like he did with that pink elephant.

Wilt walked into a hall closet. Maybe some quite time will calm his nerves. He closed the door behind him. It was quiet and big. No famous "Ashley Tisdale" or "Jesse McCartney" closet, but still quite quaint little place to get away from the retarded Mozart or Beethoven. Something was huddled in the corner. It was Coco covering he ears. If she had any.

Wilt sat next to her on the floor and tapped her shoulder. Coco looked at him.

"Doesn't he sound terrible. Not your brilliant Mozart" Coco said.

"Did you just speak regular English" Wilt said, astonished. Coco never spoke English in her life.

"Yes I did. I spoke Coco cause I wanted to sound different, so I made up my own language. Plus I was learning" Coco said. Wilt smiled. There was a large shelf over their heads. It one nail broke off of it and a box slid off to the side and fell on there heads.

Clothes were all over the floor. Coco looked through. She came out with a blonde wig in a pony-tail and one of those 1950's dresses.

Wilt poked his head out. On his head looked like one of those hats that Sherlock Holmes wore. He stood up. On him was a large tan trench coat.

"What's up, Sally" Wilt said, kind of like Sam the detective.

(Scene turns black and white and a one-shot view of New York City. Then at Wilt's I mean Sam's detective company. Wilt is telling a story so...)

The name's Sam. Sam Michaels. I was working late shift. 2 weeks without a single customer.

"Want some coffee Sam?" It was Sally. What a gal. She came here yesterday looking for a job. She wasn't the best filer, but dang did she know how to make a cup of coffee. So I hired her.

"Sure thing Sally"

I didn't realize that outside, someone was looking for a detective. There was a knock at the door.

I opened the door and there stood the prettiest woman I ever seen. She had orange hair that went up to her shoulders. She wore a woman's trench coat and black boots.

"Are you Sam?" She asked me.

"Yes I am. What be your dilemma?" I asked her.

"My name is Ashley. My husband was murdered"

Of course. It makes sense now. She marries an old geyser, kills him, inherrates all the money, hires a detective who she double crosses and runs off scott free. Oldest tricks in the book.

"How old was your husband"

"25. Same age as me"

Of course. It all makes sense now. He was a ladies man. She gets jealous, kills him, and runs off scott free.

"Where did your husband work?"

"Standford University. I thought he was murdered. He died in a car crash 4 days ago. Cops say that he fell asleep on the wheel, but I know my husband was a good driver" She started to cry.

I hugged her. Its okay I understoo. I released from the hug.

"Do you know where your husband's body is. I might need to look for evidence"

"The medical center on route 32"

"Thanks" She gave me her number and she was off. Sally gave me my coffee as I took a sip. I sat at my desk and thought things over a bit. Sally sat on my desk and took a sip of her coffee she made for herself.

"She seems nice" Sally said.

To be continued...