Chapter 2
It was noon and you know what that means: a detective's gotta eat his lunch. So I entered the dining room, ready to dig into Frankie's deliciousness.
"We must say grace, Master Blooregard." Mr. Herriman reminded me when I picked up my utensils, about to dig in.
"Darn! What's a guy gotta do to get a decent bite around here? I'm hungry!" I shouted.
"Master Blooregard!" Mr. Herriman said, raising his voice.
"Alright, alright. Fine." I said.
We said grace and then we ate our lunch.
"Can I be excused?" I asked, "I have some important work to do on the Mystery of Foster's."
Frankie nodded so I could get up from my chair.
"Master Blooregard, we must wait until everyone is finished." Mr. Herriman stated.
"UGH!" I said, sitting back down in my chair, crossing my short arms.
"Why can't you let him go? He's done and he's the only detective we have! Can't you have some common sense!?" Frankie yelled.
"Rules are rules, Ms. Frances." Mr. Herriman replied.
"UGH! Who cares?" she said, annoyed.
"Sit down, Master Blooregard. Not everyone is finished." Mr. Herriman said.
"I gave him permission, is that too much to ask? Why can't you be just a little lenient on these imaginary friends? If they are done and need or want to do something, you could at least have a heart and let him be excused!" Frankie shouted, "Your rules are stupid, bunny and I've tolerated them long enough!"
She walked off with my plate and when she was finally done, she joined me.
"So, what's the mystery this time, Bloo?" Frankie asked.
"Look around, Frankie." I said, "Do you notice anything different?"
"Actually, now that you mention it, yeah. Foster's has had better days." Frankie replied, "So who do you think destroyed this place?"
"None other than Demolisher." I said.
"I understand." She said, waving me goodbye, "Well, I've got to get to work! Good luck, Bloo!"
"Thank you!" I said.
And I was off to solve yet another mystery and bring Demolisher to justice