A/N: Hi guys! I didn't know whether or not to continue my old story when I decided to write my first humor. I mean, come ON; Mulch swallows Day and now they're partners in business?
Disclaimer: I own me: my skin, my other organs, my "all natural" systems, and the membrane that holds it all together. Even then… what if I'm just the daydreams of a greater spirit? My point? I do not own anything that Colfer made.
On the day that Holly Short, Artemis Fowl, N1, and, as Mulch would later find out, some other demon by the name of… Qua… Que… Yo Quiro Taco Bell? Oh well. This isn't about Artemis Fowl and co. This is about the great and powerful P.I. dwarf Mulch Diggums- and his partner of a pixie, Doodah Day. Funny name, huh? The poor guy's parents probably found it funny, along with the rest of Haven!
But enough of this freakish name rant. Let us begin their pointless adventures at the point where Mr. Day was being introduced to the agency building. Maybe it was old, smelly, and falling apart, but The Incredible Mulch and Little-Miss-Mistletoe had worked V-E-R-Y hard to get it! As they drove down the alleyway, Doodah looked out the window with obvious disdain. Soon, they had arrived and were walking through the doorway (Stupid door was falling off again…). Mister, now Agent, Day walked through that little space and immediately demanded loudly, "Please tell me this is where you live, not where I'm going to work." Either that pixie was going to fix his attitude, or he would be a dead fairy.
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