Sorry about the wait! I had school stuff to do. :( But this chapter will be quite interesting, I promise!

On the way back, Daffy kept looking at his stained jacket.

"Bugs, can we please stop at a dry cleaners? I'd rather look presentable for the boss when we tell him what we've uncovered."

"Okay." Bugs answered.

They pulled into the parking lot of the nearest dry cleaners, went inside, and walked up to the counter. The man on duty was nowhere to be seen. Daffy rang the bell impatiently. The employee ran out of a back room; his hair was messy, his clothes were rumpled, and he appeared to have a temper. Suddenly, he fixed himself up and greeted the detectives as if nothing had happened.

"Yes?" He asked in a deep, gravelly voice.

"Hi. I'd like to have this suit jacket cleaned." Daffy took his jacket off and handed it to the clerk; the man examined it and gave him a quizzical look.

"It's ketchup." The duck explained hurriedly.

"I see. I'll have it clean in about five minutes. You may sit in the lobby." The man disappeared into the back room while Bugs and Daffy sat down.

"So, how do you think those robbers managed to swipe the gold bars from Fort Knox?" Daffy whispered.

"Hmm. . . Well, since Fort Knox is a high-security place, the only way I can think of is that it was an inside job." The man returned from the back and held up the garment - it was completely clean.

"Here you are!" The clerk called.

"Oh, thank you!" The duck cheered, hugged his beloved jacket, and put it on again.

"That'll be ten dollars." The man said, holding out his hand. Daffy checked his pockets for money.

"Bugsy, pal, pay the lad, will you?" Bugs sighed, pulled out a ten, and gave it to the clerk. The detectives walked out and got into their car.

"You realize that have to pay me back for that ten-dollar cleaning." Bugs told his partner.

"Yeah, I know. I'll pay you back when we get paid." Daffy replied.

Bugs started the car and they continued on their journey back to headquarters. Five minutes later, they parked in the eerie underground parking lot of the Acme Detective Agency. The car pool was just the way they left it - the elevator was still busted at the bottom of its shaft and the whole place was unusually quiet.

"Since the elevator's not working, how are we supposed to get up to the 50th floor?" The duck asked. Bugs pointed to the staircase.

"We could always take the stairs."

"Oh, no you don't! Not after what happened to me on the basement steps!" Daffy shouted defiantly.

"Well, what do you have in mind?" Bugs questioned. His pal tried to think. After a while, the rabbit sighed.

"Well, while you're thinking, I'm going to take the stairs." Bugs walked over to the stairs and started climbing.

"Fine! Have it your way! I'm going to take a better way up!" Daffy yelled after him.

"Okay! Meet you on the 50th floor, pal!" Bugs's voice echoed back. Daffy walked outside and around the side of the building. He spotted the window of the office he and Bugs worked in.

"Aha! There it is!" He pulled out his gun along with a grappling attachment and set it up. "Ha! If only Bugs could see me now!" He aimed the gun just above the window at a brick ledge and fired. Daffy was lifted off of the ground at a super-fast speed.

"GERONIMO!"

Meanwhile, in the main office, Bugs was waiting for his partner.

"What did that crazy duck come up with this time?" As if on cue, a loud bang sounded behind him, making him jump. He turned around to see Daffy flattened on the window, gun in hand. He slowly peeled off, leaving him dangling by the line of his grappling hook a couple of feet below it. The hare opened the window and looked down at him.

"You know, it would have been easier if you had just taken the st-"

"I know. I KNOW!" Daffy muttered. "Just pull me up!" Bugs helped him in and Daffy put his gun and hook back in his pocket.

"Hmm. . . Do you notice something?" The duck asked.

"What?"

"The office is empty." Bugs glanced at the empty desks, then looked at his watch.

"Well, it is lunch time, Daff."

"Oh, good point. Why have I never noticed how quiet this place gets during lunch?"

"Because you're always sleeping." Bugs replied.

"True." They walked to Porky's office and knocked on the door.

"C-C-Come in! It's open!" The pig called. Daffy opened the door and they entered.

"Hi, B-B-Bugs! Hey, D-D-Daffy! How's the c-c-c, the investigation coming?" Porky greeted them happily.

"We found out a lot of information!" Bugs explained as he and Daffy sat down.

"G-Great! I'd love to h-h-hear it!" The boss said as he pulled out the case file.

"Well, we went to the abandoned mansion like you told us to and found some peculiar things." Bugs began.

"Ok-k-kay," Porky responded as he wrote some notes in the file. "Like what?" This time, Daffy answered.

"For one, some of the furniture wasn't dusty at all! The refrigerator was even packed with food!"

"Anything else?"

"Yes. When we checked the upstairs, we heard some voices." Bugs continued.

"There were two men, and they were talking about something in the basement! So we went down there to investigate, and we uncovered one of the most unbelievable crimes in the history of crimes!" Daffy chimed in, flailing his arms for emphasis.

"What Daffy means is that we found-"

"Gold bricks that were stolen from Fort K-K-Knox." Porky finished.

"And two Indian Head Nickels and a dime," Daffy added. He pulled said coins out of his pocket and placed them on the boss's desk. Porky and Bugs looked at the coins and then at him.

"Where did you get those?" Bugs inquired.

"A good detective never forgets the details." The duck responded, pulling his magnifying glass out of his jacket mysteriously and putting it back. Bugs started to shake his head, then, realizing something, stopped and turned back to Porky.

"Wait a minute. How did you know that it was a bunch of gold bricks?" In an instant, Porky pulled out his gun and pointed it at them. Daffy instinctively raised his hands and trembled in his chair.

"I knew you were g-g-going to ask that, B-B-Bugs. You were always p-p-pretty c-clever." Daffy, for once, was almost at a loss for words.

"Y-You? F-F-Fat Boy?" He stammered helplessly. Porky pulled the hammer back on his gun and glared at Daffy.

"Yes, D-D-D-Daffy. Ol' Fat B-Boy. I p-p-put you on the case with B-Bugs because I figured your cr-cr-cr, your insanity would get you both k-k-killed." Bugs glared at Daffy and back at Porky.

"Well, that almost worked. . ." Daffy put his arms down and looked at his partner.

"Hey!"

"So, you were working with Rocky and Mugsy." Bugs said knowingly.

"Of c-c-course. How do you think they were ca-ca-ca, were able to steal all of that g-g-gold? I g-got them a couple of outfits and g-gave the security g-guard a nonsense story ab-bout gold brick inspection. We drove in, t-took the money, and left. It was really q-quite simple."

"Does the fact that nobody's working out in the office have anything to do with your plan?" Daffy asked.

"I-I-In a way. I let everyone leave early so you c-c-couldn't call for help."

"Are you going to get rid of them like you will us?" The duck squeaked, shaking some more.

"No, p-p-probably not. The other d-d-d, other investigators aren't nearly as b-b-bright as Bugs. I needed to get him and you out of the w-w-way so no one would be the wiser." The rabbit in question crossed his arms.

"What about Rocky and Mugsy? I doubt that you're going to share the gold with them."

"I'll t-take c-c-care of them later. For now. . . Rock-k-ky! Mugsy!" The two thugs stepped into Porky's office, guns drawn.

"Yeah, Porky?" Rocky said.

"Boys, t-t-take them for a ride."

"Okay, Porky. Let's go, Mugsy." Rocky replied. They grabbed Bugs and Daffy and escorted them out.

Well, what did you think of that? Sorry for throwing a wrench into the works, folks, but I thought it would make for a kind of surprising plot twist. :)