The Hallow Truth
By: Monkey Oven
Note: I do not own Hamtaro or the game and/or movie "Clue". I am just an author trying to write a good story! For all who care, this is the first story I have ever finished! So, don't make fun of me if it sucks!
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One foggy Sunday afternoon, the local postman, Hamtaro had enjoyed his day delivering no mail, but the Sunday morning paper. He had done his usual list of things he does on Sunday, riding his bike to the park, enjoying a picnic in the park with an occasional friend or two, and then at long last laying back and take pleasure in watching the Sunday baseball game! As Hamtaro was riding his bike home he stopped at the post office to check on things. He took his key to the post office and was about to unlock the door, but it was locked and all of the lights were on. It was a funny sight to see on Sunday because there was no post on Sunday! Lately, things were going a little odd, so it kind of made sense, but not really.
The Post-hamster walked into the post office and his boss yelled his name.
"HAMTARO!" hollered the manager of the postal service. "HAMTARO!" he repeated, though this time he sounded like he was very pissed off.
"What?" Hamtaro quickly turned around.
"Where have you been all day?"
"Bike riding, picnicking, watching the base-,"
"Yeah, yeah. Enough of this yapping! We've been call'n you all day long! You have six letters to deliver!" The manager interrupted.
"But, today is Sunday!"
"And your point is.."
"There is no post on Sunday!"
"Who cares, this guy is paying me big bucks, IN CASH to do this!" Stated the manager.
"And what do I get out of all of this?" Hamtaro complained.
"Nothing, or should I say you wouldn't work for the HAM-HAM POSTAL SERVICE anymore if you don't!" Sneered the manager.
"Fine, but don't count on this ham-ham working for you ever again if I have to do this a second time!" Hamtaro shouted as he stomped out with the letters.
Chapter One
Six Unexpected Letters
Hamtaro's first stop was 197402 Manière de Milky Lane. Hamtaro thought it must be a French address or something! He rode on and on and finally came to 197402 Manière de Milky Lane. The not so jolly post-ham paused for a second and gazed at the five floor, white mansion with a giant swimming pool and hot tub. Swiftly and proudly he scampered up to the front door and rang the door bell. He waited for a few seconds and the door flung open! The most beautiful ham-ham in the entire world was talking to Hamtaro!
"Bonjou!" The white, beautiful ham-ham said.
"Are you, Miss Bijou Scarlet?" Hamtaro asked proudly staring directly into her bright, baby blue eyes!
"Oui! I mean yes!" She corrected herself from her original language, French.
"Well, in that case, I have got a letter for you!" Hamtaro said playfully.
"Oh, thank you! But I zought zere was no post on Sunday," She sweetly stated.
"Me, too! But I guess that's just the way things turn out!" Hamtaro replied.
"Well zen, Zanck you!" She said as they gazed into each other's bright eyes. Surprisingly enough, she gave him a soft, quick kiss on the cheek! The now very jolly post-ham rode away on his bicycle to the next house. After riding his bike for no more then 10 minutes he stopped at, 78953 SUNFLOWER DRIVE. This house was much, much different then the lovely Bijou's mansion! It was a small brick house with a pile of fire wood and a stack as high as the sky of sunflower seeds.
Hamtaro rode up to the small house as knocked on the door. Soon enough, a chubby, gray spotted ham-ham answered the door.
"What a surprise! Post on Sunday?" Asked the very nice, out-of-the- ordinary ham-ham!
"Yep, it is strange, but if it is the way the wind blows then that's the way everything goes!" Rhymed the post-ham.
"Okay, then why don't you come in for some sunflower seeds!"
"No I have got a lot of work to do, but thanks anyway!"
"Acorns?"
"I love them both, truly but I have to be on my way!"
"Oh, okay!"
"You are, Col. Oxnard Mustard, right?"
"Yep, that's me alright!"
"Okay, well have a nice day!"
"You, too, Mr. post-ham!"
With that Hamtaro rode of into the hills to the next house. The next place was very odd, 4782893 BOOK COURT, it was the public library. Hamtaro had no reason to knock so he just let himself in. He went up to the book counter and asked, "Does, Mr. Maxwell Green, live here or at least work here?"
"Why yes, he does! See that lazy, brown and white ham-ham over there with his head in that book, that's him!" The librarian replied.
"Thank you!" Hamtaro said. The librarian just nodded to him. "Excuse me, Mr. Maxwell Green?" The post-ham questioned the lazy book worm.
"Do you mind Mar-" Ordered Maxwell. But before he could scold any more he looked up and saw that it wasn't the librarian, it was a post- ham.
"I am very sorry to disturb you during your probably very interesting book, but I have a letter for you." Hamtaro replied.
"Aren't you a post-ham?"
"What do I look like?"
"Well, there is no post on Sunday!"
"I know it's strange, but it'll be another thing to read about for you!"
"Guess so! Thanks!"
"No problem!"
Once again the post-ham rode away on his bicycle to the next house! This time the address was, 18372 PINK SCARF LANE. He stopped at a little cottage. The cottage had beautiful flowers blooming everywhere you laid your eyes upon and two apple trees in front of the cottage. Hamtaro could have guessed that an old, wrinkly grandma lived there, but there was something about this place, unusual about this cottage then the others. Thus he ran up to the door and knocked just about four times and the door was finally answered. A young, pretty, gold and white ham-ham answered the door, along with a petite, energetic baby ham-ham.
"Hi!" she said energetically and like she had no idea why he was here and who he was.
"Hi, are you, Miss Pashmina Peacock?"
"That's my name and don't wear it out!"
"Well in that case, I've got a letter for you!"
"On Sunday?"
"Yep it's strange but any way here's your letter."
"Thanks!"
"Bye!"
"Bye!"
And off he went glancing at the next letter and was so bomb shelled he crashed into five garbage cans.
Note: That's all I've got for now, but I am working my butt off to get the
next chapter done. Trust me it gets really fast and builds suspense!
-)
By: Monkey Oven
Note: I do not own Hamtaro or the game and/or movie "Clue". I am just an author trying to write a good story! For all who care, this is the first story I have ever finished! So, don't make fun of me if it sucks!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
One foggy Sunday afternoon, the local postman, Hamtaro had enjoyed his day delivering no mail, but the Sunday morning paper. He had done his usual list of things he does on Sunday, riding his bike to the park, enjoying a picnic in the park with an occasional friend or two, and then at long last laying back and take pleasure in watching the Sunday baseball game! As Hamtaro was riding his bike home he stopped at the post office to check on things. He took his key to the post office and was about to unlock the door, but it was locked and all of the lights were on. It was a funny sight to see on Sunday because there was no post on Sunday! Lately, things were going a little odd, so it kind of made sense, but not really.
The Post-hamster walked into the post office and his boss yelled his name.
"HAMTARO!" hollered the manager of the postal service. "HAMTARO!" he repeated, though this time he sounded like he was very pissed off.
"What?" Hamtaro quickly turned around.
"Where have you been all day?"
"Bike riding, picnicking, watching the base-,"
"Yeah, yeah. Enough of this yapping! We've been call'n you all day long! You have six letters to deliver!" The manager interrupted.
"But, today is Sunday!"
"And your point is.."
"There is no post on Sunday!"
"Who cares, this guy is paying me big bucks, IN CASH to do this!" Stated the manager.
"And what do I get out of all of this?" Hamtaro complained.
"Nothing, or should I say you wouldn't work for the HAM-HAM POSTAL SERVICE anymore if you don't!" Sneered the manager.
"Fine, but don't count on this ham-ham working for you ever again if I have to do this a second time!" Hamtaro shouted as he stomped out with the letters.
Chapter One
Six Unexpected Letters
Hamtaro's first stop was 197402 Manière de Milky Lane. Hamtaro thought it must be a French address or something! He rode on and on and finally came to 197402 Manière de Milky Lane. The not so jolly post-ham paused for a second and gazed at the five floor, white mansion with a giant swimming pool and hot tub. Swiftly and proudly he scampered up to the front door and rang the door bell. He waited for a few seconds and the door flung open! The most beautiful ham-ham in the entire world was talking to Hamtaro!
"Bonjou!" The white, beautiful ham-ham said.
"Are you, Miss Bijou Scarlet?" Hamtaro asked proudly staring directly into her bright, baby blue eyes!
"Oui! I mean yes!" She corrected herself from her original language, French.
"Well, in that case, I have got a letter for you!" Hamtaro said playfully.
"Oh, thank you! But I zought zere was no post on Sunday," She sweetly stated.
"Me, too! But I guess that's just the way things turn out!" Hamtaro replied.
"Well zen, Zanck you!" She said as they gazed into each other's bright eyes. Surprisingly enough, she gave him a soft, quick kiss on the cheek! The now very jolly post-ham rode away on his bicycle to the next house. After riding his bike for no more then 10 minutes he stopped at, 78953 SUNFLOWER DRIVE. This house was much, much different then the lovely Bijou's mansion! It was a small brick house with a pile of fire wood and a stack as high as the sky of sunflower seeds.
Hamtaro rode up to the small house as knocked on the door. Soon enough, a chubby, gray spotted ham-ham answered the door.
"What a surprise! Post on Sunday?" Asked the very nice, out-of-the- ordinary ham-ham!
"Yep, it is strange, but if it is the way the wind blows then that's the way everything goes!" Rhymed the post-ham.
"Okay, then why don't you come in for some sunflower seeds!"
"No I have got a lot of work to do, but thanks anyway!"
"Acorns?"
"I love them both, truly but I have to be on my way!"
"Oh, okay!"
"You are, Col. Oxnard Mustard, right?"
"Yep, that's me alright!"
"Okay, well have a nice day!"
"You, too, Mr. post-ham!"
With that Hamtaro rode of into the hills to the next house. The next place was very odd, 4782893 BOOK COURT, it was the public library. Hamtaro had no reason to knock so he just let himself in. He went up to the book counter and asked, "Does, Mr. Maxwell Green, live here or at least work here?"
"Why yes, he does! See that lazy, brown and white ham-ham over there with his head in that book, that's him!" The librarian replied.
"Thank you!" Hamtaro said. The librarian just nodded to him. "Excuse me, Mr. Maxwell Green?" The post-ham questioned the lazy book worm.
"Do you mind Mar-" Ordered Maxwell. But before he could scold any more he looked up and saw that it wasn't the librarian, it was a post- ham.
"I am very sorry to disturb you during your probably very interesting book, but I have a letter for you." Hamtaro replied.
"Aren't you a post-ham?"
"What do I look like?"
"Well, there is no post on Sunday!"
"I know it's strange, but it'll be another thing to read about for you!"
"Guess so! Thanks!"
"No problem!"
Once again the post-ham rode away on his bicycle to the next house! This time the address was, 18372 PINK SCARF LANE. He stopped at a little cottage. The cottage had beautiful flowers blooming everywhere you laid your eyes upon and two apple trees in front of the cottage. Hamtaro could have guessed that an old, wrinkly grandma lived there, but there was something about this place, unusual about this cottage then the others. Thus he ran up to the door and knocked just about four times and the door was finally answered. A young, pretty, gold and white ham-ham answered the door, along with a petite, energetic baby ham-ham.
"Hi!" she said energetically and like she had no idea why he was here and who he was.
"Hi, are you, Miss Pashmina Peacock?"
"That's my name and don't wear it out!"
"Well in that case, I've got a letter for you!"
"On Sunday?"
"Yep it's strange but any way here's your letter."
"Thanks!"
"Bye!"
"Bye!"
And off he went glancing at the next letter and was so bomb shelled he crashed into five garbage cans.
Note: That's all I've got for now, but I am working my butt off to get the
next chapter done. Trust me it gets really fast and builds suspense!
-)