Krystyl: No! You’re going to say my disclaimers forever! BWAHAHAHAhahahaha!!!
Akira Toriyama: That’s what you think! *Draws a magic banana
with is magic pencil, then hops on it, and starts to fly off into the setting
sun. While he goes a jet stream behind him spells out* Disclaimer: I own DB/Z/GT, bye bye!
Who Took the Cookies from the Cookie Jar?
BY: Krystyl Kane
Chapter IV:
You Took the Cookies from the Cookie Jar!
That
night, an idea hit me. Why don’t I search the Son home for some clues, I mean
there could lie my answer! I dressed in sleek, black clothes; the kind that
robbers wear. I was going to break into that house during the pitch back of
night. I brought a flashlight, a paper clip, and an aerosol can just in case
there were laser detectors. Hey you never can know about these things.
After
arriving outside of the house, I carefully snuck to the back door. With my paper
clip I proceeded to pick the lock. The metal bended with all it’s might
wiggling its way through the key slot. Ten minutes past, and I was still trying
to pick that damn lock! “I don’t get it… It always works on my diary…” I
whispered frustrated. I opened my backpack searching for other tools I could
use, “Let see a banana, a spork, a universal remote,
batteries, Game Boy Advanced, a non-cellular phone, bus schedules, a tape
recorder, a stapler, Dragonball Z trading cards, a
Weekly Shounen Jump, some CDs with a CD player,
Midol, air freshener, a hole puncher, and a screw driver. Wait a minute… a
screw driver!” (a/n: Believe it or not, but most of
this stuff I actually carry around in my backpack. Don’t ask me why, I just
do.) I had just discovered that the door hinges were on the outside. All I had
to do was take out the hinges and away I go!
I
found myself in the kitchen where I searched it head to toe. My Kami-sama this Chi Chi woman had
a lot of household cleaners in stock under this kitchen sink. It’s one thing to go out to buy ahead of time but this was
ridiculous! And all the cans were empty… All the house
seemed to be normal, until I heard a creaking noise from the upstairs. I
panicked! The creaking of the floor boards drew ever so closer, step by step.
Goten turned on the kitchen light as he entered. I tucked myself
under the kitchen table. There wasn’t anytime to run off and if I did my
“whatever they call it”, ki, would rise and they
would notice it. Of course I’m not of the fighting kind so I’ve got to stay as
still as possible for I can’t just hide my little like these big shots can. I
watched Goten’s reaction as he spotted the unhinged
door. His face was more confused then anything at all.
“Looks
like we a visitor tonight,” he calmly stated. He moved to the door to prop it
back up. The hinges were lying in a row on the floor. He slipped each one into
its rightful spot. He then yawn and made a snack. I was frightened that he
would catch me. My hands were shaking, my heart was pounding, and my mind was
screaming out, ‘Get the hell out of here!’
He
turned to the table to place his giant sandwich on the table. He stopped in mid
stand and his hand reached downward to the bottom of the table cloth and lifted
it up. Then he bent down to look under, “Hello there, didn’t expect to see you
here. Next time find a better hiding place.” The only thing I could do at that
moment was laugh nervously while I thought out the word shit. He helped me to
my feet, “So what are you doing here?”
“Well
I needed to do some investigating and so I did! Heh heh…” I blurted out as quickly as possible.
“You
know it’s not a good thing to break into people’s homes. I mean you do work for
the police and all. You should leave before anything else happens…” He grinned.
Is it just me or was that a threat I thought once again. I knew this was my
queue to book it.
The
morning day Goten called me up sometime around nine
o’ clock, “Good I caught you. Listen, would you like to come over to my house
and help clean out my Otousan’s stuff?” He didn’t
wait for me to answer. “Good! Let’s just call it payback for last night’s
incident.” He hung up with out giving a second to interrupt. Ah, more of my bad
luck descends upon me again.
I loaded box after box of meaningless junk of a dead man. Why did he have all this weird stuff? I mean I can see clothes, mementos, and some naughty trinkets. But this guy had an enormous spork collection! Then I thought for a minute, wait I have a spork collection! (a/n: Okay Gokuu put out your sporks! I bet I have more than you!) Goten only sat on the bed watching me pack boxes and move them out of his parents’ bedroom.
I
noticed that in the very back of the bedroom closet there was a box full of
clothes. Once again this guy was weird; he wore the same thing every day! But
there was something different in this box. It was a blue tie! I lifted it out
of the box and looked at it. This Son Gokuu didn’t
seem to be the type that wore ties. Goten interrupted
my trend of thought, “That’s weird. That ain’t
anything of Otousan’s stuff.” Well that answered my
question. Then it hit! I knew who the killer was! The killer was…
*******
Krystyl: Muwahahahaha!!! Oh I’m evil… I’m
just going to leave you hanging until I write the hopefully last chapter of
“Who Took the Cookies from the Cookie Jar?”! Sorry for the shortness. But I
would like to thank all of you who reviewed! And keep on reviewing, arigatou!
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