6

The necs morning, Esteban wok up Patric to get him to see wat was wrong with his wife, who just wasn't waking up.

"I have to know, doctor," sad Esteban nervusly. "Is she—"

"Yes, she is," sad Patric.

"Oh good," sihed Esteban. "So she's just in a food koma. I told her not to eat all those extra parogies last night! I thought you wer going to tell me she was dead!"

"Er, she is dead," sad Patric.

"But you sad she was in a food koma," sad Esteban, confused.

"No, you sad 'is she' and I sad 'yes, she is'," argued Patric. "I thought you were going to say 'is she dead', so I said 'yes she is' because—just fourget the hole thing!" he blurted out, frustated.

"Are you shore she's dead?" asked Esteban.

"Yes, I am sure," said Patric.

"Absalutly?"

"Absalutly."

"One hundread percent posatively?"

"Yes, one hundread percent posatively."

"Are you absalutly, totally—"

"SHE'S DEAD!"

"All rite, no need to get all snappy." Esteban gasped: "Oh no…then that means…" He burst into tears. "Oh, my beloved Muriel! I new I shoud have let you have that last kookie!" He berried his head in Patric's sholder.

"Er, there, there," sad Patric akwardly, pating Esteban on the bac.

TSL

"This is terrable!" sad Maddie when Patric delivered the newz at brekfast. "Two deaths within 12 hours and another Indian boy has gone missing, two!"

"Yes, this is fery suspicious indeed," nodded Judge Moseby, stroking his chin. "I propose we all search the hose top to botom. If Owen is beehind these shanannigans, he's got to be hear sumwhere!"

"Indeed your right, judge," sad Zack, stroking his chin. "We will split up in haf and search the entire hose! I will choose the pars! The luvly Miss Claythorne will be in my groop," (Maddie blushit), "and so will the judge and Esteban. The other group will consisst of the remaning kests. Now men, lets split up!"

"Zack, aren't you supposed to be in bed?"

Zack was surprised by the sound of Cody's voice. He looked up and saw Cody standing there in his teddy bear pyjamas.

"Aren't you?" challenged Zack. "I got up for two things: One, to get my bike back, but I found some more important stuff we'll look at tomorrow, and second, to write more of this story. I'm finding it strangely addictive!"

"Let me have a look." Cody peered over Zack's shoulder. "Wow, Zack, for once, you're able to control the blatant product placement," he commented. "The only problem is, you've got a million spelling and grammar mistakes, but I'll correct those tomorrow morning. In the mean time, we should get some sleep so we'll have more energy to write the rest of this tomorrow.

"Okay, I'm coming, party pooper," sighed Zack as he reluctantly put down the pencil.