After taking a break to wipe splattered apple off my pinstripes, I gumshoed down to Filthy Frankie's, just in time to catch Trixie the barmaid at the height of her manic phase. She knew diddly about stolen puppies, but sprayed me with a strange scent from her plastic orchid. |
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I began laughing through my tears. Hadn't laughed so hard since watching Cheyney operate the Bushie puppet like Mortimer Snerd. What was that spray . . and who was the real papa of that puppy? |
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This town always freaks me out! A vicious scheme to abduct pups, and all John Q citizen cared about was mugging at the windows of the Today Show! Katie Couric & Al Roker wrestling in disguise?? Me, I had a case to solve! |
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