The enxt day found ATHE MYYSIEDRY ANGR disembarking from there plane in LONDON ENLGING

"Wow its so warm" said my lover Maven Grosburt, shivering. "It must be like, losta degrees farenheight out. Whys it so damn warm in Feburary?"

trucyfan6969 rolled her eyes. "Becuase we're in another time zone, silly."

"Everybody shut the fuck up" said Jacques Protman, snapping on his reverse fannypack. "We have a mystery to solve." Jackous was wearing badass sunglasses like the ones Slyvester Stallone wore in the movie Cobra, a USA number 1 flatcap, a wifebeater with "FUCK THE METRIC SYSTEM" stiched on in giant letters, short-shorts, and flipflops with socks.

"Looking good, Jock," said trucyfan6969. She was waring a Stussy sweatshirt, skinny jeans with a diamond-studded pleather belt, and black Converse sneakers. She had also died her hair black and was waring blalk eyelinar and black lipstick.

Fashion is like super imporant to me and my crew. We always make sure to dress our best. And our best is ALWAYS styleish ah fuh. If you can't look good while aresting ghosts and solving crimes than whats even the point, bitches?

"Love the converse, trucyfan6969" said Richard Wellington, mkaing a pistol with his thumb and index fingers. He was wearing a blue blazer, a Hanes cotton tshirt (you dont need lots of money to dress like a boss), a beautfiul silk scarf, thick heart-shapped violet glasses, and pleated canary yellow slacks. He was also wearing a gag banana tie that we had gotten him for christmas. He was pissed off about it at first, but now he loves fluanting that thing.

"But your ensamble is a little tame, don't you think?" Richerd continued criitcally. "Tsk tsk. I explected something a littel more... wild, shjall we say?"

"You want wild?" replied trucyfan6969. "Peep this" She pulled up one of the legs of hjer skinny heans and revealed a sock with torchics on them.

"oh hells yeah, nice" we all said. She smriked smugly. Always expect the unxpected when shes aroudn!

Meanwhile Marven Grosburg's outfit was realy daring and brave, he was only weraing like this huge adult dipaer, which was like stained and had already been used I think? I admit, it was a bit wierd, but hey, I wasnt about to knock the guy for it. We all have our weirde little things we do. If this was his way of coping with his ghost-related truama, so be it.

As for myself, I was wearing my regular gray suit. Simple, but sharp, and it was well-tailored. I thought it made a nice contstact to the others outfits. It identifed me as the serious bossman in charge. Just how I liked it.

"Okay guys," I began, "the judge's letter said that the ghost was hiding out ath the royal castel, so lets scoot our buns over there."

We took a coach into the city and from there road the Eifle Tower to Buttingham Palce, the home of the royal family. and, if the jduge's intel was correct, the curtent hiding place of the ghost. We crosed the drawbrigde to the calsel. I girped the handles of the front doors and looked over my sohuelrds.

"we're about to meat royality, guys, so asct majestic, okay?" I said.

Portsman scowled. "Wells thats going to hard with this fucking naked old bitch in the dipar," he said.

"STOP BULLYING ME YOU TOXIC TROLL" cried Marvin, channeling a certain fan fic author that we all know an love.

"Darling, I don't mean to be rude," said Richard, taking a sip from his highball, "but your man titties literally look like burlap sacks."

"Shut yuor moutfh, richard!" barked trucyfan6969. "We're leaving body shaming behind in 2019!"

Richard shrugged. "Is it too much to ask that as long as I am forced to share this planet with you people that you put a little effort into your appearinces?"

I faceplamed. You see what I have to deal with? Before aynone could get anotehr word in, I quickly openied the doors and ushered everyone into the main hall of the caslte. Ash soon sa we steped inside, thhhe doors slammed shut on there own!

(to be continue)