As she was walking home from her part-time job as a Banjo string straightener, she stumbled upon George's dead body.
The fall broke her
leg, and an ambulance soon arrived. The ambulance crew was stunned to see George's dead body,
and right away suspected the Tooth Fairy.
"It wasn't me," said the Tooth Fairy. The EMT's laughed. They laughed with
intensity so great, that the Tooth Fairy cried. Remembering
that she was a fairy, she pulled out her magic wand and zapped
the ambulance crew back to the hospital. She then mended her own leg,
questioning herself on why she called an ambulence
in the first place. "Oh yeah," she thought, "I like using my phone." And she did like using
her phone. One day in 2001,
she talked on the phone to her mother, and ever since then she has loved her phone.
The Tooth Fairy knew exactly who killed George. "It's the dog," she thought. At that moment, the dog with shifty eyes was
slowly slouching
around the neighborhood. Spooky. She then stole a Mustang that was in the street
next to her and went down to the Post Office. As she was
walking into the building, she glanced back and saw the wild
horse eating the flowers next to the parking lot. She chuckled and shrugged "What
are you gonna do?" Inside the mailroom, she
bought a stamp for her envelope. She put a letter in the envelope, and sent it to her Auntie Jane's house.
The letter read:
Dear Auntie Jane,
Hello. The pillow is fine, and don't worry
about the mitten.
Love,
Toothie McJones
After that exciting event, she strolled down to the local police station.
After 15 minutes of waiting, they called her into the office.
"So your'e the toothfairy?" asked the Police Chief. "Yes,"
she said, "And I want to tell you about the dog." "Well your'e not gonna be seeing any
dogs where your'e going," replied
the police chief. The Tooth Fairy stared back inquistively. "She looks more like a rabbit to me chief," said a patrol
cop
named Louis who was checking in. "She does, doesn't she. Well it is rabbit season....lemme go get my rifle," the chief retorted. At that
moment the Tooth Fairy shot 50 quarters with her wand at the chief knocking him down. The chase was on. The police
chased her in their car.
She flew away. The chase was over. "Hey chief, can I drive back to the station?" Louis asked.
"Anything for you, Birthday Boy."
The Chief was running low on money, and only had the 12.50$ from the tooth fairy left. Percy was the big winner so far, since
he won nearly
every game.
Then the game got out of hand. "Hey I thought I told you no feet where you play cards!" Jon yelled at Percy. But Percy was
a deaf
mute. There was no effect. There was a brief akward silence before the bullet tore through Percy's head. Louis
and the Chief took out their guns
and handcuffs. "Hey Chief, can I hold my gun sideways? It looks so cool." Louis asked
the police chief. "Heh, anything for you birthday boy." "I
hope it never ends," replied Louis. Jon was arrested, and
the sly dog ran away to the basement. There he saw an old dusty box. It has a towel in it.
After a brief snack, the dog was
on his journey home. There was a problem though, he didn't know where to go.
There was no turning back at this point, Jon was in the middle of his escape, when he ran into his old pal, the dog. They had
lunch at the East
Side Cafe together before getting to the secret hide out. The cops in the meantime were munching on some
munchies. They hadn't even fathomed that
Jon had escaped out of the back of the police truck on the freeway. But nontheless,
it was true. "Calling all officers! Calling all officers!" yelled
the police radio. "Hey that's me!" the chief said to himself
with a smile. "There is a bad man at 123 Fake-----" "Oh my batteries are dead" the police
chief said to Louis as the call
was suddenly interrupted. "Well thats the last time I use Duracell!" "You tell 'em chief" replied Louis. And they were off
to
123 Fake St. It was on at the corner of Fake and Unfake St. When they got there they saw noone, except for a few guys who were
having a party, and
a few neighbors with their Jeep Grand Cherokees. "Hey! has anyone seen uhhhh.....what was his name again
Louis?" the police chief stuttered. "I think
it was Mr. Badman" said Louis. "Mr. Baaaadwhat? Mr. Batman?" "No, No," replied
Louis, "Mr Badman. 'D' as in Daniel." "Oh, right. Has anyone seen Mr. Badman?" Nobody did; they just stared back at the cops.
"Ok thanks for your time," Louis told the crowd. "Louie, I'd like to think we made a
difference today," the police chief
said with a smile, as they walked out the door.
As he was marching with the band, onlookers were looking at him suspiciously. Jon saw this, and took his emergency flute out of his pocket and started playing. This put the smiles back on the onlookers faces. At the head of the parade was a man holding a large baton and twirling it. The man was only 37 inches tall though. He still had a smile on his face because he was at the head of the parade. Just then he fell into the open manhole in the street. He fell 12 feet into a large room with nice carpeting, a refrigerator, couch, beds, bathroom, and a big screen tv. Wow! he thought. As many readers of this story would have guessed, Jon fell into the manhole too. They quickly made friends of each other. They explored and found out that this place has a few other smaller rooms connected to the main room. "This is amazing!" Jon said. "Yeah! the bathtub is as big as my house!" said the little man.
"Uh oh" said the police chief. "Weren't we suppose to do that thing tonight?" "What thing?" asked Louis. "Yeah....well, lets get back to the station. Ohhhh, hey theres an open manhole over here Lou." "Sweet, I'm going down first!" replied Louis as he jumped in. "Ok, so I guess I'm going to jump too." said the police chief who always wanted to be cool. They landed in a large, dark sewer pipe filled with a half inch of old water. Well this is not cool thought the police chief. "Isn't this so cool?" asked Louis. "Sure is," replied the chief. "Hey look at this, its our old pal, the dog." It was in fact the dog that they had played cards with before. "How'd ya like that towel in the basement? wasn't it great?" The dog did not reply. They sat there for a while thinking of what to do. "Too bad my radio batteries ran out or i could've called for help." "How bout we just scream help?" asked Lou. "Noooo, we don't want any pedestrian heroes saving us. WE are the heroes, remember?" "Oh yeah," said Lou, "I almost forgot the policeman's motto." They sat there for hours before deciding to explore. Meanwhile, the funeral was being planned out by Percy's family. They decided to go with a pirate theme.
"It seems that it's breakfast time Louis," said the police chief as he pulled a muffin from his pocket. "I'm a Pop Tarts man myself" said Louis, "Hey look at this!" He ran over to pick up a guitar. "Woo Wee!" They jammed out for quite an extended period of time. "Rockin!" proclaimed the chief. Meanwhile, the dog scrounging around, trying to find a way out of the sewer. After the jam session, the officers joinned the dog, who was scratching at a wall. Louis started scratching, and to fit in, so did the chief. But the stratching wan't really scratching, it was really the act of shooting their guns. And the wall wasn't really a wall, it was some old guy who had mistakenly fallen into the sewer as well. "Oops," said Louis after realizing what they did. "We'll put this one under the category, you saw nothing if i saw nothing." And that's just what they did. On they went through the sewer pipes, trying to find a way out.