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Hey, 'sup? It's troublenc here, trying to figure out what happened when our
faithful advertising pilot crashed a couple months ago.
Our suspects for the miserable crime are:
Mimi
Akbar
Bob
and Mr. Brett, 'dude' himself.
What is the crime? you may ask. Well, let me tell you:
The pilot didn't just crash. That's the cover-up. SOMEONE DISTRACTED HIM AND
MADE HIM SLAM INTO DR. LEILA'S HOUSE!!!
But who? And why wouldn't they just
come up and confess? We'll never know. Or at least not until I do some research!
Now, let's interview each suspect and try to see who it was:
Me: Excuse me, Mimi? Do you have a second?
Mimi: Yes, yes. Please sit down.
Me: Where were you Saturday, several weeks ago?
Mimi: Why, I was teaching Madam sk87 to dance.
Me: Did you see anyone over near Leila's?
Mimi: Well, I think I might've caught a glimpse of someone with funky glasses
and an artist's cap on.
Me: Okay.
Mimi: You know? Leila is nice and all, but the poor darling cannot dance a step.
She is constantly performing a pas de chat when she should glissade...
it is really too much for a poor dance instructor trained by the most brilliant
ballet prima donnas of Europe -- that's me, you know...
(bla bla bla...it went on FOREVER!! I pity myself...LOL)
Me: Thank you. I will notify you shortly if you're needed.
Mimi: Okay... have you learned to dance yet?
Me: Uhh.... Please excuse me if I didn't type out her
"outrageous" French accent. Now, next in line is good ol' Akbar.
Me: *rings doorbell*
Akbar: Go away, I'm checking the parts!!! *mutters* Didn't I tell city management
to put the sign up???? Ugh...
Me: *steps inside* I am here on a serious note. I need to interview you for
evidence of your innocence... unless, or course, you're not....
Akbar: Sure, sure. Come on in. Whatever it is, I didn't do it. *wiggles in seat*
Me: Okay. Why didn't my part get accepted?
Akbar: YOU SAID YOU WERE HERE TO INTERV-
Me: I know, I know. I was just kidding. Haha!
Akbar: Very funny. Now please. Get on with it. I must get back to work.
*checks
watch*
Me: Where were you on the evening of Saturday, several weeks ago?
Akbar: You mean the day the pilot flew down? That dayyy... I was doing the
usual, checking parts. So many people have been sending in parts! It's
unbelievable! I wish they would just check them over! And this whole flag
concern! Sheesh!!
Me: Thanks! I think I'll need proof for the fact that you were checking parts,
but otherwise, great! Bye!
*don't forget my parttt...*
He seemed a little too squeamish and nervous. And we'll definitely need some
proof of what he said. He is my greatest suspect.
On to the next person, Bob.
Me: Hello, Bob.
Bob: Hey.
Me: Let's get to the point. Where were you on Saturday, about a month ago?
Bob: Oooh! You're the detective who is questioning people about the Great
Crash. Well, let's see. It happened around 2:00, right? On a Saturday? HAH! You
must be joking. I was here! I would never do anything else at 2 p.m. on a Saturday.
That's when a plot or two is supposed to open up! Even though I know none of the
owners will willingly give up any, and I always know when people are going to be
evicted from their plots, I like to be here to tell people to come back later.
Me: Yes, yes. I suppose you're right. Do you know who was here around then? Just
so I can ask them. For confidential purposes. I'm sure you understand.
Bob: Yeah. Lemme check. No... no... no... ah, yes. Bubs123 was here.
Me: Okay! Thanks! Bye! Oh, wait! One last thing. Since your office is so close to
Dr. L's, I'm just asking. Did you perhaps by any chance see anyone over there at
that time?
Bob: Yes, I actually did. I saw someone who had paint all over their clothing.
They were yelling at the sky. How weird....
Me: Uh-huh. Thanks, bye!
Bob: Sorry. We're fresh out of plots....
Okay. Another clue. A dude with paint all over his clothing, yelling at the
sky. Sounds to me like Mr. Akbar!
NEXT!
Brett: Hey dude! How are ya?
Me: Good, thanks. *decides to cut to the chase* Do you have a suspicion of who
might've made the pilot crash?
Brett: Huh? You must be talking about when I was new... I remember very little
of those days. Now, being PART of the MALL is so awesome. There's so many faces.
Dude.
Me: Uhuh...
After that, he was no help at all. LoL!
So, let's summarize all the clues we have so far:
- Funky glasses and and artists cap. -->Akbar?
- Paint all over clothing. -->Akbar?
- Akbar just happened to not notice anything. Even when his factory is near
the crash site?!
Using the clues... well, I think Akbar did it! What about you? (This is when the BBS
comes in... post your thoughts! LoL)
Me: Excuse me, Akbar. Did you or did you not distract the pilot, causing him to
crash his plane?
Akbar: Uhh, ummm, ahh, well, you see....
Me: Where were you the night of the accident? Or was it not really an ACCIDENT?
Akbar: Uhmm, you see, well, I was looking at your part, actually.
Me: Oh really. Uh-huh. What did look like?
Akbar: ....
Me: Well. You did it, didn't you? You can't tell me what my part
is, you can't spit out any words, and I've got evidence. You're not going to
hold up in a case in front of a jury and judge!
Akbar: NO! PLEASE! Whyville NEEDS me!!!
Me: I know, I know. I wasn't going to send you to court. Hahaha!
*cough* haha *cough*
Just letting all of those wondering Whyvillians out there know the truth is cool
with me.
Akbar: So you won't tattle???
Me: Well now, I can't promise that, CAN I? (Though golly, I'd sure
like my part to get accepted...!)
Your faithful detective,
troublencp.s. Remember, all this is virtual -- nobody crashed an airplane in
real life, just in Whyville! ;-)
Editor's Note: Hmm... but what about motive, troublenc? Why would Akbar *want* to make the pilot crash??? ;-)
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