Author's note:

This is a story to any person that has ever been dumped because of some superficial reason.

The killer will not be revealed till the ending.

I will be refering to other stories if the people don't mind

Skippy, my OC, will be featured largely in the rest of this story

Enjoy chapter Two; Habeus Corpus

Sniffles and The Mole had began to clean up the body by the time the neighbors took notice. Cuddles, Shifty, and Lifty were the first to see. The scene was quiet. Lifty spoke first.

"What was the weapon?" he asked quietly.

"Disco Bear." Sniffles croaked as he lifted the two bodies into the van.

"No, I didn't ask who was the victim. I asked about the weapon." He replied stubbornly.

The Mole begins to speak."No, The knife was used post-mortum. Disco bear was the weapon. Reminds me of the mission in Reno. One million dollars, a rabid chipmunk, and scandly clad foxes..."

The bystanders began to wander off. Cuddles went back to eat dinner with Giggles, Shifty went back to his gambling ring, Lifty went to count money, and Nutty had already caught sight of Cro-Marmot's ice cream truck.

After a while Nutty, after buying Cro's entire stock of ice cream, He remembers Russell's death. "I'll buy him and ice cream for later!" He took out an ice cream from his chest. Dancing gleefully, he hastily made his way to the police station. When he got there, he could hear music playing. When he walks in, Toothy and Lumpy are clapping to the beat of an odd song. Skippy was twirling in circles on his arm, singing;

''...Me and you do the kind of stuff that only Prince would sing about,

so put your hands down my pants, and I bet you'll feel nuts!

Yes I'm Siskel, yes I'm Ebert, and your getting two thumbs up..."

Skippy stares at Nutty, and stops spinning. Lumpy and Toothy frown a bit.

Toothy speaks up, "Hehe?! Are you here for Russell? Take a left, then down a flight of steps. When you smell animal shit, you've gone far enough." Nutty follows his directions and ends up in a room with many small cabinets and lockers. Sniffles was dissecting Russell's corpse.

"So what does killing them farther do to help them come back to life?" Nutty asks quizzically.

"Nutty, this is post mortum. We can't cause anymore harm to them. Besides, it helps trace who killed them, and how they died." Sniffles responds.

"What about Necrophiliacs and Grave robbers?! What happens to the body then." Nutty ponders.

"They'll only cause as much damage as I have."

"Will anybody be able to steal a body from the hospital or mortuary, and what happens to the body if it is stolen?"

"Nutty, you know what? They just cancelled 'Rewilding America; The Wilderness Ahead' and I'm on my last nerve. So go home and FUCK YOURSELF" He spats. "And why did you ask that question?!" Nutty points to the bare bloodsoaked autopsy table.

Ido not own the lyrics or melody to 'The Bad Touch'- it is owned by the Bloodhound gang, and Universal Music Group. or HTF which is owned by Mondo Media

I picture the Mole as a bumbling, blind, but lovable and wise secret agent, just incase you didn't realize that already.

Thats how I think of him. you can't blame me for a veiw.

Ok so...

R&R

don't flame

It has very little plot so far, but It will in the next chapters

OK? ok!

:^)