CHAPTER 17: THE SHOCKER
Dedede sat in the prison cell all by himself and cried a bit. He was convicted for doing mob dirtywork and Escargoon ran him in. It wasn't even because Escargoon was trying to steal the throne, it was because Escargoon truly cared about Dedede's wellness.
Dedede was allowed his ipod, so he listened to "Thank U Next" by Arianna Garnde the whole time because it reminded him of him and Adeleine. They were going through a rough patch now and everyone thought they were totally broken up, even though they never even became a real boyfriend and girlfriend.
Dedede sang the lyrics and he sounded kind of bad, but Magolor in the other cell didn't care because he was used to being in jail.
"This happened to me twice already," said Magolor. "I was imprisoned for stealing a globe from the geography room last year. The other time was when I drove a golfcart illegally around campus." Magolor sure sounded proud for some reason, but theat sjust how he always was.
Taranza was really, really sad though. "I wish I never pretended to be the murderer. Now I'm trapped with a terrible record to withhold." He said as he weeped into his six hands.
"Dumb idiot," said Magolor slyly. He rested on his cement bed and thought about his prankster attributes. "I'm better off hanging here than being at stupid, boring school or the smelly, rotten dumpster!"
Dedede stopped singing and looked over at the door cause it was opening. Tuff ran inside with his arms flailing like a broken seagull.
"What's up, my boy?" asked Magolor.
"Dude! It's terrible! The murderer struck again!" said Tuff.
"He killed someone?" asked Taranza. Breathing a sigh of relief because it wasn't himself. He was scared about the impersonation charges.
"He killed Tiff!" cried Tuff and he cried and cried forevermore.
Magolor sat up straight in his bed and just stared at Tuff. He couldn't believe his ears.
"What do we do now?" asked Dedede. "We arein jail!"
"We gotta call Marx!" said Taranza. "He'll explain everything to the police managers."
"You guys have to hurry," said tuff between his childish sobs. "You three are our only hope at cracking this case!"
Dedede was scared, what if the Murderer killed Adeleine next? There wasn't enough Arianna Grande music in the world to protect him from that kind of unsettling reality. "We need to get out of here!" he shouted.
Just then Escargoon walked in. Marx was right behind him. "Well, sire, you've gotten in quite a mess, eh?" said the purple snail.
"Escargoon, I'm sorry! But tiff just got killed!" said Dedede with wet eyes.
"I know, Marx found the body and brought it to Tuff's house for inspection, then they all came here," says Escargoon.
"I had to find some way to kill time while I waited for you to get bailed out, little bro," said Marx kind of darkly. His humour wasn't very nice, especially to Tuff.
"How do we get out of here?" asked Dedede.
Escargoon held up the keys. "The police went over your records and found that you're too young to be held prisoner, but you are still elligle for parole. You won't get any charges pressed on you if you promise to capture the mureder and bring him to justice."
This was a lofty expectation by the police, but it was one that Dedede understood completely. He and the others left their cells and went home.
"Magolor, don't be rash," said Dedede with a compassionate warning.
"I hated Tiff for breaking up with me, but I… I can't believe she's actually gone. Ths is something I would never even wish even upon my worst enemy," said Magolor sadly. His cat ears drooped with the woe.
"Taranza, remember, that you are responsible too. You are even worse than me and Magolor," said Dedede to the spider-like kid.
Taranza nodded. "I'm so sorry I made this mess bigger. We will put an end to this evildoer."
Dedede laughed and patted his newer friend on the back. Maybe all was not lost.
But the next day was really, really bad. Everything was now a total crisis…