Last week, we left Detective Harry Sheets trying to solve the mystery of who puked in mom’s shoe. He was in the kitchen, devising a way to get the soiled shoe out of the closet. He’s just about to do it. Let’s see what happens! (Here’s a link to Week One, in case you’re a newcomer)
Harry Sheets breathed with precision, trying to take in only what air he needed so as not to make sounds that might arouse the wrath of the vacuum. He looked back once at Pancakes to make sure she was in position. She gave him a stumps up.
Turning back to the task at hand, Harry silently counted the steps it took him to get to the closet. One. Two. Three.
He was there. The apartment wasn’t very large. The shoe was as he left it. The vacuum was also still there, against his fervent prayers to the feline cosmos. He signaled to Pancakes and she began sliding the broom towards him, the color bug clip twisted carefully around the end. Harry tracked it with his eyes as it slid across the hardwood floor, hoping against hope that the sound wouldn’t wake the sleeping machine. As the end of the broom neared him, he guided it with his paw to the shoe.
“Steady,” he thought to himself. “Steady now, easy does it. Almost there…”
He used his claws to grab the wire and guide it over the edge of the shoe. He had it. The shoe was hooked.
With a sudden burst of panic and enthusiasm, Harry leapt back towards Pancakes.
“Ok! We’ve got it. Pull it in, pull it in!”
Harry and Pancakes pulled the broom together, sliding the shoe across the floor. The sunlight shined through the window and glinted off the shoe’s shiny surface, making enticing patterns on the wall. Too enticing, it seemed, for at that moment, Peabody came out of nowhere.
Harry saw it happening in slow motion, but it was too late, and there was nothing he could do. Peabody was down on her front paws, her rear wiggling from side to side, and then she went springing through the air, landing on the shoe, Harry’s only evidence in the case.
“No!” Harry shouted. “Get off my evidence!” He sprang towards Peabody knocking the shoe from her grasp. Forensic evidence spilled from the shoe and onto the floor. Peabody’s fur shot up in the air along her back and tail and she ran from the room, taking refuge somewhere under the king-sized bed.
Harry inspected what was left of his case.
“Well, this is terrible. She’s ruined the evidence! She’s completely contaminated our only clue! What are we going to do now?”
His question was met with silence.
“Pancakes?” he said.
Harry turned around and found Pancakes on her back on the floor, pawing at the color bug clip on the end of the broom.
“Pancakes!” he shouted. “This is no time for games. We need to preserve this as best we can!”
“Maybe we can use the color bug to scoop it up,” she offered.
“No, no, it’s not big enough. There’s no time for that. We’re going to have to find something to put this in so that we can inspect it properly.”
“How about a bag?”
“Yes! A bag! Perfect. Give me a bag.”
“Oh, I don’t have one.”
“Then why did you suggest it?”
“I just figured if we had one, it would be a good idea,” said Pancakes.
“Then we need to find one.”
“Mmm… can I just maybe play with this for a few minutes and then I’ll help you-”
“Forget it!” Harry cut her off. “I’ll find the bag myself.”
“Hey, Harry?” she asked as he stalked off toward the kitchen in search of a forensic receptacle.
“How come when you were putting the color bug on the shoe, you didn’t just grab the shoe? I mean, you were close enough, weren’t you?”
Harry thought for a moment. He closed his eyes and said nothing. He had no words.
“Harry?” Pancakes said again.
Harry shook his head.
“Are you -” she started.
“Leave me,” he said, walking further into the kitchen. He stopped at the cabinets and could go no further.
“I can still see you, Harry,” Pancakes said. “There’s really nowhere to go…”
Harry’s pride could take no more. He opened a cabinet and got inside. It clapped shut behind him.
On top of the couch, Isosceles opened his eyes. He spied the evidence lying in the hallway. With Pancakes occupied by her color bug and Harry hiding with the pots and pans, Isosceles eyed the evidence and prepared to make his move.
Oh! Poor Harry Sheets! His plan didn’t go as planned. What do you think will happen now? Are you excited to find out?