Like, ttly OMG! (Starting to sound like a girly girl here... *shudder*) I CAN'T BELIEVE I WROTE THAT! B/C NOW I HAVE SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFF IN MIND, BUT I CAN'T CHANGE IT, CAN I?! Oh well. Ma bad.
"I didn't really... Well I saw this flash... And I don't think it will be of any interest to you but it was yellowish... I think. And then... I think... Copper came and, uh, jumped in between the... I mean, the yellow thing. And me. And he uh, saved my life..." Teardrops started to leak out of the drowsy bulldog's eyes, onto the big purple bags that were under his eyes from staying awake all night, and down his furry face as Booker explained the entire ordeal to Celeste and Sarah. Blathers was too busy playing with Booker's staff to bother.
"Awww... There, there Booker." cooed Celeste as Sarah looked on rolling her eyes. She hated it when Celeste went into mother bird mode. Frankly, she thought it was annoying because she never WAS going to become an actual mother bird, was she? Not cooped up in that rut of an astronomy attic. Sometimes she wished that her best friend could just, who knows, take a few steps downstairs and do something with her life. Then again, she did spend a good half of her life asleep. And the other half was spent awake in the dark... Strangely poetic... Her thoughts were interrupted when Booker blew his nose on a handkerchief from Celeste (ugh.) and continued his tale of woe.
"Well you see, I mean... The, uh, flash knocked Copper to the ground and I... uh... I mean I ran over to help him. And then I went... I mean... I saw the flash run by the lost and found box and uh... We definitely had 10 yesterday, I think, but then I ran over and... I think you might already know this but uh... now there's none and then you came in and uh... ya... That was definitely what happened. I think." Booker slumped down exhausted from all of his hard work thinking.
"Well that was interesting!" exclaimed Sarah, half sarcastic. She grabbed a notebook out of her pocket and a pencil out of her ear (as Celeste wondered where the heck they, and the complete Sherlock Holmes outfit she was wearing, came from) and wrote down the following notes:
The culprit is yellow and speedy.
Enjoys stealing pitfall seeds and hamburger paper.
"Sarah, you have no clue if the culprit actually enjoys stealing that stuff!" scolded Celeste.
"Well, it's elementary dear Watson. I guess. I enjoy stealing... I mean reclaiming that stuff." replied Sarah smugly.
"B-but what if he just stole it because he wants to sell it?!" exclaimed Celeste. Sarah sighed and scribbled it out with a pen. and instead wrote this:
The culprit enjoys robbing poor human girls of the tools necessary for writing
their mother hate mail.
Then, remembering Celeste was looking over her shoulder, she sighed and took out her pen again..
The culprit enjoys robbing poor human girls of the tools necessary for writing
their mother \/\/\/\ a kind birthday card.
Celeste sighed and looked over to her brother, hoping that maybe at the very least SOMEONE was acting a little more professional. She was disappointed to see him holding Booker's staff like it was a pony and yelling, "NEIGH NEIGH! GIDDY UP, HORSEY! STOMP OUT THOSE EVIL BUGS! HAHAHAAA... HA! Ha..." he noticed that Celeste was staring at him, her wings crossed.
"Haha... Ha... I mean... I was just imitating the pleasure of riding a member of the Equidae family thus to remind myself of how wonderful it is that I get to live in a museum where... I... You're not going to believe that are you?"
Celeste nodded her head no.
"But I was!... I'm sorry."
"You should be!" Exclaimed the frustrated little owl. Grabbing Sarah by the ear and her brother by the wing, she dragged them both to the doorway stomping angrily, and was extremely surprised when she bumped right into a big cushion of feathers. Pigeon feathers.
And you can only guess what pigeon THAT might be.
I know... It's Cher Ami, the famous French messenger pigeon! Hahaha! NAWT.