Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, Inuyasha owns me.

Last time

He pointed at his now bubbling stomach saying, "You, Mr. Tum-Tum, are now my number one suspect in this case.

Inuyasha fully fed and content looked up at the malls sunroof and saw that it was now nearing daylight and he still hadn't found out who had done the terrible crime. All he had were measly suspects. Mr. Tum-Tum, scary pink girlish demons, and Sesshoumaru in midget form. He knew he would find who did this, he just had to, but for now, he was sleepy. He found a randomly placed palm tree and tried to jump up into it. This was not as easy as he had hoped, the plastic was too slippery. Every time he would get balanced just right on a leaf, he would slide off and land with a thud on the ground. He decided this was not going to work, so he went back to the pet store and found a nice cuddly spot next to some cute little yellow labs. He sucked his thumb, and soon fell asleep, forgetting completely about the dead mannequins, and having sweet dreams of cardboard flavored ramen and Ronald McDonald giving him awards for being able to stick the most forks in his hair.

Yes, I know it's short, I'm not feeling creative so this is the result... it stinks, I know, so flame me.