Chapter Nine part two

Beatrice:

Until Smarty introduced me and Tommy to himself and the other weasels, Psycho, Greasy, Wheezy, and Stupid, I almost thought of continuing to call them the names that I came up on my own and I believe that some of the names were really close guesses. This is what I named the Toon Patrol:

Smarty= "Bossy"

Greasy= "Creepy"

Wheezy= "Smokey"

Psycho= "Crazy"

…and Stupid= "Moron."

Okay, all of those names were really close.

But anyway, I was so irritated by Smarty's malapropisms and Greasy's inappropriate behavior towards me. So far, I heard Smarty mispronounce 'paper', 'yourselves', 'corroborated', a swear word that I won't even bother to say, 'baseball,' and 'canary'. Obviously, I won't sing like a canary (A coronary probably has something to do with the heart), even if I get smacked by a baseball bat.

I swear, I thought when Smarty dropped me, I swear if he mispronounces a word one more time, I'm going to lose it!

Greasy reminded me of my ex-boyfriend, minus his weasel appearance and his Spanish language and accent. Like Greasy, my ex-boyfriend had an appetite for pretty girls and tomboy girls, like me, but instead of cherry-picking (probably unlike Greasy), my ex would take one small but very good look at a certain girl and he would become really attracted to the girl, date her, dump her, and then, he would go after another girl. When I met my ex, I thought he was nice but I was wrong when he tried to do inappropriate things on me. Although it kind of hurt when I told my ex that we were through (the tears-feeling betrayal-and drama routine), I felt better after not being around him at all.

All right, enough about this. I'm going back to the story.

When the coast was clear enough for Eddie, Roger, Tommy, and me, Eddie told me and Tommy to look for his tool box and get a bone saw. I knew that Eddie was trying to separate himself from Roger. I don't know why Roger chose to handcuff himself to Eddie but it probably wasn't a very nice thing to do, despite of the silliness.

"Tommy, have you heard from Mom yet?" I asked while looking through the messy office.

"No, I haven't heard from her yet but I wonder how she and Dad are doing right now." Pause. "I do have a couple of questions for you."

"What's that?"

"Why did you growl and tense up when Smarty and Greasy got up in your face and space?"

I rolled my eyes.

"I mentioned that Smarty has a problem with malapropisms and I don't like people with a very poor vocabulary, even if they're at the age where they'll be able to use the right words in the appropriate sentences. And Greasy, he's being inappropriate." I said.

After looking, Tommy and I couldn't find the tool box or the bone saw. We even tried double-checking but gave up after seeing Eddie trying putting on his trench coat with Roger still handcuffed to him.

"Where are you going, Eddie?" Tommy asked.

"I'm to the Terminal Station. I think Delores might have something that can get me out of these cuffs." Eddie replied to us, exasperated.

Too make this part short because it took me, Eddie, and Tommy a while to keep Roger shut up…in Eddie's coat…and walk to the bar with Roger wiggling around.

When Eddie, Tommy, Roger (still hidden in Eddie's coat), and I arrived at the Terminal Station, the inside was darker than before and there were more customers than before Tommy and I arrived for Eddie. Thankfully, Delores was on duty and she led us to a secret room.

After closing the door, Roger let a loud,

"WHEW! JEEPERS, EDDIE! THAT ALMOST KILLED ME!"

Tommy and I quickly shushed Roger before he attracted any unwanted attention.

Then, I heard Eddie exclaim in pain after bumping his head on a hanging lamp.

Delores turns out the light. I am seeing a claustrophobically-small room with random posters on the wall, some shelves with things that I can't even identify, a bed, several boxes stacked together, and a small mini-bar with small bottles of alcoholic drinks.

"What kind of room is this?" Tommy asked.

"It's a rotgut room or a 'speakeasy', as some people will call it." Delores explained and then, she leads Eddie to a shelf and tells him that there are some tools on one of the shelves. But in the process, Roger blasts himself towards a peep hole, causing Eddie, Delores, and some things to fall down.

"It's a SPY HOLE!" Roger exclaimed. "JEEPERS, YOU GUYS, THIS WILL BE A GREAT PLACE TO HIDE!"

Eddie pulls Roger away from the peep hole and digs through a tool box. Delores quickly closes the peep hole before some drunk person looked into it and saw us.

I watched Roger swing himself lightly while Eddie still looked for something that'll help him get out of the cuffs.

"I thought you promised that you'll NEVER take another Toon case again!" Delores exclaimed softly to Eddie. "Did you have a sudden change of heart?!"

After Tommy and I exchanged confused looks, I thought,

What is she talking about?

"NOTHING'S CHANGED!" Eddie replied. "Somebody's made a patsy out of me and I'm GOING TO FIND OUT WHY!"

Eddie finally takes out a bone saw and sits down on the bed with a wooden crate in front of him. He sets his handcuffed hand down and begins the sawing with Roger standing beside him, watching. The box moved along with Eddie's sawing motions and it didn't look safe or made Eddie's handcuff removal idea easier to get over with.

"HOLD STILL, WILL YA?!" Eddie exclaims to Roger.

Roger looks at Eddie, SLIPS his hand out of the handcuff, and holds the box down.

"Does this help?" He asked.

Eddie says that with Roger holding the box, sawing the handcuff was easier. But when I saw Eddie stop sawing the cuff, which still looks like it's going to take a while to get off; I knew that Roger was in really big trouble. He attempts to make Eddie not angry at him by slipping his hand back in to the cuff but it doesn't seem to work for Eddie.

"Do you mean to tell me that you could've TAKE YOUR HAND OUT OF THAT CUFF AT ANY TIME?!" Eddie exclaimed, angrily.

"No, not at any time." Roger says. "Only when it was funny."

Roger takes off with a short 'P-B-B-B-B' and sits down on a spinning chair with a smile on his face.

"C'mon, Eddie, where's your sense of humor?" Roger asked.

"Is he always this funny or only on days when he's wanted for murder?" Delores asked us with sarcasm.

"My philosophy is this: 'If you don't a sense of humor, you're better off DEAD'!" Roger said.

"That could happen unless we figure out what happened to this!" Eddie said and tossed a piece of paper to Delores.

"What is it?" Roger asked.

Delores unfolds the paper and gives Roger a better view.

"Mr. Acme's will." Roger said.

Tommy and I held down the box for Eddie but I was really nervous with that saw going back and forth in front of my face.

"So, what's the scheme?" Delores asked.

"I don't they got to the will." Eddie said.

"But how do you know?"

"Because they were still looking for it after Marvin Acme was killed." I said.

Delores looks at me in surprise and says, "So, you do talk!"

Ehh…I'm kind of used to it now. I thought.

"We don't know where the will is but we think that the murderer is after the will." Tommy said.

"Is there anything I can that I can do?" Delores asked.

Eddie looked at her for a brief second and suggests to Delores that she should go check the probate.

"Yeah, check the probate!" Roger said. "Why, my uncle Thumper had problems with HIS probate and he had to take these BIG PILLS and DRINK LOTS OF WATER!"

Delores, Eddie, Tommy, and I looked at Roger with weird looks on our faces. I was trying to stifle a laugh. I couldn't believe my ears when he mentioned that THUMPER was his uncle. All I can picture now is that adorable little rabbit from Bambi moaning and groaning in pain and even taking pills and guzzling down several glasses of water. That's going to scar my mind for the rest of my life!

"NOT 'PROSTATE', you idiot!" Eddie exclaims. "PROBATE!"

"I just thought of something. Do you think that my boss, R.K. Maroon, dropped a safe on Marvin Acme's head so that he can get HIS HANDS ON TOON TOWN?" Roger asked.

The cuff opens up with a CLICK.

"If Roger's not going to do anything crazy," Tommy began. "can he stay here for a couple of days?"

Then, I looked at Roger, who was rubbing a nail file through his ears. It didn't seem to hurt him.

"He can stay but I can't keep an eye on him while I work." Delores said.

"Well, while Eddie, Tommy, and I work on the murder, we can always come back here on a certain time of the day and check on Roger." I said. "I know that if someone is confined in a small room for a long period of time, they can go crazy."

"Beatrice is right and we can't have Roger dragging along with us because one person will have one good look at him and report the police." Tommy said.

Eddie and Delores nod their heads in agreement. Then, Eddie makes a look on his face that tells me that he's up to something.

"You two are coming along with me for a little trip back to the Ink and Paint Club this evening." He said. "Right after it closes; we'll investigate every room and look for clues and maybe the will. Are you two up for the task?"

I glanced at Tommy and then, I nodded my head.

…

Tommy:

"Eddie, I don't know if this is a great idea." I said.

The late night came and Eddie, Beatrice, and I came back to the alley where we took the pictures.

"There are some rules that you have to follow when investigating a case," Eddie said and placed his hat on the window of Jessica's dressing room. "And one of them is that you sometimes have to get out of your comfort zone."

When Eddie smashes his hand in to his hat, the window broke, shattering into pieces. I thought I heard a police siren.

"You ready?" Eddie whispered to me and Beatrice.

Beatrice nodded her head and I nodded anxiously. Beatrice climbs through the window first and I went after her. Eddie climbs up and then, he gets stuck a little bit but he manages to enter the room. But Eddie didn't make a quiet landing and he was kind of whooping up a racket.

"It's awfully dark in here." Beatrice whispered.

"We'll through this room later." Eddie whispered back. "Right now, we've got other rooms to investigate."

Eddie gets back on his feet and opens the door.

There was some light coming but I realized that Eddie, Beatrice, and I were in a whole lot of trouble when Bongo was standing in front of us, growling.

EXPOSED! I thought.

"Oh, no." Eddie mumbled in fear.

Bongo growls and his fist comes out of nowhere and I felt a hard punch on my face. Everything went black after hearing two thuds on the floor.