Hello, fellow readers! This is the seventh chappy and I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I (do not) own the Penguins of Madagascar... *grins*


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"So, Kowalski," Skipper crossed his arms. "How many do we have?" It had been an hour since the group asking the witness that was witnessing the dripping blood on the piano keys, and it had been four hours to look for the defendants. And finally, they got...

"Four, sir," Kowalski answered as he turned to his leader with a notepad in his hand. "These are the illusionists we have found that were the nearest to the crime scene." Kowalski held his pencil and started to scribble something in the notepad. "These are the following defendants: Andrew Enright, 15 years old, ninth grader, illusionist and teleportation expert; Drake Parker, 16 years old, ninth grader, illusionist and invisibility expert; Logan Clark, 14 years old, eighth grader, were-wolf and illusionist; and Skindy Palms, 16 years old, ninth grader, fire sorceress and illusionist."

Skipper thought for a second. "Only four?" he asked.

"Yes, these are only who we got who were the nearest to the music room."

"Interesting," Skipper muttered as he smiled, and then he walked to the defendants. "Alright! You all will be interrogated and please answer our question correctly. Started from you, little one." Skipper pointed the eighth grader. "State your business why were you near the music room at 1230 hours and have you seen someone lurking under your breath—which is so suspicious."

The eighth grader boy hesitated at first, but he tried to calm. "I-I was walking to my friend's room. But technically speaking, my friend's room is near the music room. I was going to take the turn when I heard the screaming. But I never see someone around me. I walked without someone behind my back and never see someone spying at me."

Kowalski turned to Skipper, "He's strictly true, Skipper. I must remind that he's a were-wolf; were-wolfs have sharp nose and they can smell something that has a certain scent far away from their position."

"Well, I think it's possible; I have my own theory." Skipper turned to the ninth grader girl. "Speak up, girl."

"It's the same as before, right? Well, I was in the music room." That confession made Skipper raised his eyebrow in suspicion. "I was going to borrow my friend's music book that was on the bench—right there." The girl pointed the bench that was far away from the piano—right on the corner of the music room. "My friend—her name is Drace, said that I can borrow her music book, but she forgot to take it back to her room. Unfortunately, her room is near the music room. After I visited her and she let me get the book, I walked to the music room and got in. After I took the book, I felt someone got in to the room and I heard she screamed." The girl shrugged, "the end of the story."

"Wait a minute!" Someone shouted behind the group, and Skipper and Kowalski turned to find the familiar pure white haired boy with the soft lime eyes, stared at them with shock. "You can't just blame Skindy for this! She tells the truth!"

Rico tried to block him, but Private took the turn. He patted the boy softly, "She's not blamed. She just tells the truth. And we can investigate it after we all got the data; to proof that your friend is innocent. Now, would step back, please?" Private smiled, and the boy—apparently to be the eighth grader—sighed and stepped back.

Skipper turned back to the girl, "What about someone? Have you seen someone suspicious around you earlier before the case happened?"

"Well, no. I guess not. I haven't found someone else except for Drace herself. She was in her room when she—apparently—heard the screaming."

Skipper sighed and turned to the third defendant. "Alright, speak up."

"I was with my friend here; Drake. He said that he'd teach me some volley lessons; because I kinda sucks at volley. We were passing the music room until we saw the girl right here—" Andrew pointed at Skindy, who turned back to them, "—and another girl that looks like from the other class. The girl right here was walk in to the music room and so as the girl. But before we even knew it—"

Drake finished it for Andrew. "The second girl who was gonna walk in to the room screamed and made us jumped in surprised!"

"We were startled, man! Right, Drake?" Andrew turned to Drake.

"Yeah! And when we were going to check what was going on, the girl pointed to the piano. We came and found the piano was already had some drops of blood that coming from nowhere."

Skipper thought for a second before turned to Kowalski, "What was the witness say?"

Kowalski flipped through the pages, "They're right. The girl who we were just asking said the same thing; she saw two boys walking the opposite way, and when she was about the turn to the music room, she screamed, startled to see blood dripping out of nowhere and dripping on to the piano keys. The two boys came and asked why was she scream, and she pointed to the piano. And right after she screamed, the other students came to the crime scene."

"Right, seems like there's no motives. Which means that there might be some explanations that one of you is the culprit," Skipper turned to them.

"What? One of us is the culprit? I don't think so, man!" Andrew talked back.

Skipper either didn't hear him or didn't care what he was talking about. "Men," he turned to his henchmen. "We head back to the base. Move out!"

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To Be Continued...


A/N:

Yeah, that's the seventh chappy... phew! I'm having a hard job type this! I'm using the words 'motive' and 'alibi' from Detective Conan. And I'm still having a problem... what is the difference between alibi and reason? :p

Yeah, I'm still working on the chappy ten. Yeah, I write them first, and then I send it to hmbird11 to be beta'ed and publish it. Please guess what will happen next! Write it in the box below! And please think like a detective! ;D

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