(A/N: This was inspired by a video I found!)

"C'mon Maggey, I can fix this! I promise!" The lumpy detective yelped.

"No, sir… I'm going to get a professional to do this." She argued back softly.

"I am a professional!" Cracking readily, trying to keep a smile. "How do think I've been able to do it on my own after all my salary cuts?"

"You're out of that tight hole now, pal. You don't have to do it yourself anymore." She saluted proudly before reaching the phone.

"Awww…" The Gumshoe pouted. "Okay…"

Maggey tapped several numbers into the phone before bringing it to his ear. She shook her head as she eyed back at the helpless detective. Sure enough, he would have gotten used to DIY projects by now, but this was borderline awkward. After gaining back his established salary as well as a raise, he managed to get a great apartment where him and Maggey can settle down comfortably. However, the scruffy detective still prefered to do things the old fashioned way, by assembling and packing things away himself, but with his and Maggey's luck, things tend not to go so as planned.

After being held on the line for a few minutes, an operator answered. "Hello, This is customer service! How may I help you?"

"Excuse me," Maggey politely introduced. "A handyman was recently here in helping install our recent purchase, but after a small dispute with my husband, he left."

"Ah… Sorry for the inconvenience, ma'am…" The operator apologized. "Even though there are certain disagreements with customers, your satisfaction is our top priority! We will send another technician right away!"

"Thank you!"

"One moment…" Maggey heard typing in the background. "There! One will be with you shortly."

"Thank you, pal!" Maggey said with content.

Maggey hung up and looked back at her helpless man once more. "You really need to have other people with the right credentials to do things, sir!" She waved her finger in disapproval.

Gumshoe could only mope more, inwardly agreeing that Maggey was right. After some time, the technician made it to the apartment.

"What seems to be the problem ma'am?"

"Well... " Maggey lifted the instructions. "My husband tried to install this on his own, but he screwed up and bit off more than he could chew."

The man could only laugh as he read the instructions. "Well of course not!" He directed his finger to the bold text. "This is in a different language."

"UGH!" Maggey could only shake her head. 'No wonder he's up there like that.'

"So where's the unlucky guy?" The man sassed.

"I'll take you to him…" After the travel down the corridor, she entered the room where the detective was slowly rotating, stuck on a propellor on the ceiling.

"As you can see, sir..." Her tone low.

"The instructions weren't clear… I got my Dick caught in a ceiling fan..."