Welcome to Chapter 4! I don't have a whole lot to say this time, except I'd like to thank everyone for making this story my most popular story this month! :D I can't tell you how much I appreciate it! Anyway, please continue! :)

Daffy went into his own dressing room first. Unlike Bugs's room, Daffy's had more furniture and looked more extravagant (not surprising). While Bugs's dresser and couch were along the left and right sides of the room, respectively, Daffy's were switched. In the back left-hand corner of the room was a plain, wooden treasure chest; an accordion-style divider stood in the other (the kind people dress behind). A red, rectangular rug with gold trim lay in the middle of the floor. Last but not least, several pictures of lakes and swamps hung on the walls. Daffy also had a picture of himself sitting on the dresser.

He walked over to the chest in the corner and opened it. Inside was a bunch of clothes and accessories. The duck tossed them all over the place until he found what he was looking for.

"Aha! There it is!" He exclaimed as he grabbed the clothes and went behind the foldable divider to change. A minute later, Daffy came back out and examined himself in the mirror; he was dressed in a Sherlock Holmes costume, complete with hat, pipe, magnifying glass, and green leg warmers.

"Well, don't I look dashing?" He commented conceitedly. "I should wear this for one of my cartoon roles sometime. Now that I have the proper accompaniments, it's time to investigate!" Daffy left his dressing room, stopped in front of Bugs's door, and examined the lock.

"Ha! What a simple break-in this will be!" He opened his plaid trenchcoat to reveal a collection of complex gadgets and tools. Instead of choosing one of the fancy ones, however, he chose a simple paperclip, straightened it out, and put it in the keyhole.

"I'll be in there in no time at all!" As he fiddled with the lock, he accidentally turned the knob. The door swung open and Daffy fell flat on his face; apparently the door was unlocked the whole time.

"Hmmm. . . I guess I should've checked the knob first." He mumbled as he got up and dusted himself off. He flipped the light switch on the wall next to the door.

"Well, let's see if this place has any-" He stopped mid-sentence. The entire room had been completely trashed. All of the pictures on the wall were crooked, the mirror was broken, and the couch was turned over. Daffy couldn't believe his eyes.

"It looks like there was a struggle. Either that or somebody was looking for something." He stated as he walked around the small room. The shattered mirror didn't seem to have anything behind it, so he checked the pictures. Nothing. Whoever destroyed the room appeared to be very thorough, since not a single inch of the room was left untouched. Except. . . Daffy grabbed the edge of the couch and struggled to turn it on its back. It finally did with a thud.

"Phew! There must be a clue somewhere in here." He whipped out his magnifying glass and meticulously scanned the fabric. At the very edge of one of the cushions was a small thread sticking out.

"Hmm. . ." Daffy pulled on it. The thread came out, revealing what looked like the outline of a small patch. It was really easy to not notice with the naked eye; it blended in almost exactly with the rest of the sofa. Daffy lifted the patch up and saw something buried in the stuffing. He stuck his fingers inside and pulled out a small, metal key.

"Now what is a key doing in a couch cushion?" He inquired, scratching his head. At that moment, Daffy heard footsteps heading toward the dressing rooms.

"I'd better get out of here!" He took a cautious step towards the door, not noticing a partially-melted ice cube on the ground. Daffy stepped on it and slipped, creating a racket as he fell. The footsteps came closer. Panicking, Daffy turned the couch upside-down again, turned the lights back off, and dove under the sofa. The doorknob jiggled slightly, then stopped. Whoever it was walked away. The duck quietly crawled out of his hiding place and leaned against the door to listen for any noises. Determining that the coast was clear, he stepped out into the hallway.

"That was close!" Daffy whispered as he shut Bugs's door. He glanced at the key he found.

"I wonder what this is for?" He shrugged as he put it in his pocket and headed into his own dressing room. Fortunately, everything was just as he had left it.

"Well, nobody touched my room," Daffy said to himself, relieved. Suddenly, the lights turned off.

"AHHHHH!" He screamed. The duck felt someone brush past him.

"Hey! Come back here! Show yourself!" He yelled after the trespasser as he hurriedly tried to find the light switch. By the time he got the lights back on, it was too late; the person was gone. Daffy scratched his chin, thinking.

"This is going to require the skills of a hard-boiled gumshoe, such as myself!" He reached for the doorknob but paused.

"Before I go, I better check my life insurance policy to make sure it's up-to-date."

Well, that was a really close call. . . I hope this chapter was interesting! :) Oh, if anyone was wondering about the outfit Daffy's wearing, it's the one he would eventually wear in the 1956 episode "Deduce, You Say!" (I thought it would be perfect for the story). :)