A/N: Hey, you guys! Did you forget about me? Only one reveiw. Ok, I
forgive you. (Sorry, I've been hanging out with TL (tigerlily) too much)
I went into the closet and got a tape recorder. "I know what the cops are going to say." His face posessed a look of confusion at that point. "I mean parents. Anyway, I'll tape my answers in order onto this tape. Your job is to play one answer when they ask a question. The first thing they'll say is 'Calvin?". To that, you'll press play and my voice will reply 'What do you want?'. They'll say 'Open the door," and the recorder will play, 'No'. Get it?"
"Yes, but how do you know you're parents so well." He questioned. I scoffed.
"Because I've lived with them all my life and this happens every other week. The only thing is, you CAN'T un-lock the door."
"We have a deal." At that, he became quiet and I recorded my lines. When that was over, I handed him the tape, grabbed the backpack and climbed onto the roof. Already I could hear a knock and "Calvin?" From the roof, I climbed down the trelis and ran as fast as I could to the woods. As soon as was a little bit into the woods, I stopped and rested, rethinking my plan. I would put on the glasses and the mustache and find Susie. When I found her, I'd pretend to be a detective that her Mom or someone had hired. There was only one problem. I needed to be taller in order to wear the mustache. Having no stilts, I decided to ditch the mustache and just pretend to be a computer geek detective. I bet computer geeks couldn't solve cases at all, but it was better than nothing. I put the glasses on and, hoping I didn't look anything like the real me, I mosied my way over to Susie's house.
When I knocked on the door, I noticed the nearby window shade move a little, as if someone was looking out to see who it was. Soon the door opened and a girl, obiously the victim, Susie Derkins, looked out. "How do you do?" I asked in the best british accent I could muster as I bowed. Luckly for me, she was fooled by the accent. As I bowed, I pressed the record button of another tape recorder. It comes in handy to keep two tape recorders. This way, I could listen to our convertation for clues later.
"Who are you?" She asked in return. I paused as I hadn't consitered the alter-idenity factor.
"My name is Melvin." I stammered. "I..um..have come to ask some questions about the pinecone insident earlier."
She looked at me blankly. "It was Calvin, that's all you need to know."
"But, I was wondering, what time did you walk past the tree and what did you see before and after the crime?"
"What are you, some kind of detective? All I know is, I was walking home around 2:30pm. I was waiting for Jessica to meet me, when suddenly, a pinecone flew and hit me on the head. I was shocked and started to...um....anyway, I looked around to see who did it, and I saw someone running away from a tree. I assume he was hiding there, waiting for me to come. I ran home and into my room. A few minutes later, my Mom heard me crying and come in. I told her what happened and I think she called Clavin's Mom. I hope that little brat gets what he deserves!" With that, she flopped down onto the couch, for we had mosied from the doorstep to the family room. I pondered the story. Seems like the victim was to busy crying to notice much, but maybe she could show me where the incident took place. "I'm sorry," she interrupted my thoughts. "I haven't been a proper hostess. Would you like to have some cookies?" I nodded. We made our way to the kitchen where she offered to take my coat. Knowing that my tell-tale red shirt was under it, I declined. If she saw it, the jig would be up and she would know who I was, glasses or no glasses.
"While we are eating, could I ask you some more questions? And then after, could we go see the tree where someone hid while waiting for you to pass?"
"Sure, but after I ask you a few questions." I rolled my eyes. Dames, all they wanted to do was ask questions about who you were, where you came from and so forth. Didn't they know that we private eyes like to do the askin'. But I had to remember that I was a computer geek detective. For all I know, they could let the dames do the asking. No wonder why they don't solve cases. "So..why are you interested in this. We know who did it already?"
"I was hired by Calvin to prove his innocence." I responded. She gave a laugh.
"I would expect him to do that."
"Now it's my turn to ask the questions. You mentioned Jessica. Did you see her?"
"Uh......yes. I remember that right when I got pelted by the pinecone, I saw her turn the corner. She was about 15 yards away."
"That's it! Maybe she saw something. I've got to go. I'll tell you if I find out anything." I reached down, supposely to tie my shoe, but actually I was turning off the tape recorder. Then I bolted out of the house.
I went into the closet and got a tape recorder. "I know what the cops are going to say." His face posessed a look of confusion at that point. "I mean parents. Anyway, I'll tape my answers in order onto this tape. Your job is to play one answer when they ask a question. The first thing they'll say is 'Calvin?". To that, you'll press play and my voice will reply 'What do you want?'. They'll say 'Open the door," and the recorder will play, 'No'. Get it?"
"Yes, but how do you know you're parents so well." He questioned. I scoffed.
"Because I've lived with them all my life and this happens every other week. The only thing is, you CAN'T un-lock the door."
"We have a deal." At that, he became quiet and I recorded my lines. When that was over, I handed him the tape, grabbed the backpack and climbed onto the roof. Already I could hear a knock and "Calvin?" From the roof, I climbed down the trelis and ran as fast as I could to the woods. As soon as was a little bit into the woods, I stopped and rested, rethinking my plan. I would put on the glasses and the mustache and find Susie. When I found her, I'd pretend to be a detective that her Mom or someone had hired. There was only one problem. I needed to be taller in order to wear the mustache. Having no stilts, I decided to ditch the mustache and just pretend to be a computer geek detective. I bet computer geeks couldn't solve cases at all, but it was better than nothing. I put the glasses on and, hoping I didn't look anything like the real me, I mosied my way over to Susie's house.
When I knocked on the door, I noticed the nearby window shade move a little, as if someone was looking out to see who it was. Soon the door opened and a girl, obiously the victim, Susie Derkins, looked out. "How do you do?" I asked in the best british accent I could muster as I bowed. Luckly for me, she was fooled by the accent. As I bowed, I pressed the record button of another tape recorder. It comes in handy to keep two tape recorders. This way, I could listen to our convertation for clues later.
"Who are you?" She asked in return. I paused as I hadn't consitered the alter-idenity factor.
"My name is Melvin." I stammered. "I..um..have come to ask some questions about the pinecone insident earlier."
She looked at me blankly. "It was Calvin, that's all you need to know."
"But, I was wondering, what time did you walk past the tree and what did you see before and after the crime?"
"What are you, some kind of detective? All I know is, I was walking home around 2:30pm. I was waiting for Jessica to meet me, when suddenly, a pinecone flew and hit me on the head. I was shocked and started to...um....anyway, I looked around to see who did it, and I saw someone running away from a tree. I assume he was hiding there, waiting for me to come. I ran home and into my room. A few minutes later, my Mom heard me crying and come in. I told her what happened and I think she called Clavin's Mom. I hope that little brat gets what he deserves!" With that, she flopped down onto the couch, for we had mosied from the doorstep to the family room. I pondered the story. Seems like the victim was to busy crying to notice much, but maybe she could show me where the incident took place. "I'm sorry," she interrupted my thoughts. "I haven't been a proper hostess. Would you like to have some cookies?" I nodded. We made our way to the kitchen where she offered to take my coat. Knowing that my tell-tale red shirt was under it, I declined. If she saw it, the jig would be up and she would know who I was, glasses or no glasses.
"While we are eating, could I ask you some more questions? And then after, could we go see the tree where someone hid while waiting for you to pass?"
"Sure, but after I ask you a few questions." I rolled my eyes. Dames, all they wanted to do was ask questions about who you were, where you came from and so forth. Didn't they know that we private eyes like to do the askin'. But I had to remember that I was a computer geek detective. For all I know, they could let the dames do the asking. No wonder why they don't solve cases. "So..why are you interested in this. We know who did it already?"
"I was hired by Calvin to prove his innocence." I responded. She gave a laugh.
"I would expect him to do that."
"Now it's my turn to ask the questions. You mentioned Jessica. Did you see her?"
"Uh......yes. I remember that right when I got pelted by the pinecone, I saw her turn the corner. She was about 15 yards away."
"That's it! Maybe she saw something. I've got to go. I'll tell you if I find out anything." I reached down, supposely to tie my shoe, but actually I was turning off the tape recorder. Then I bolted out of the house.