Corn, corn, rhymes with�
When they got back to the office, Gael Mackie was done throwing up, and they all decided to fly out to Iowa for the Cornfield Classic to meet with Shawn Johnson about the attacks.
At the entrance to the arena, the gang were met by Shawn�s coaches, Mr. and Mrs. Chow.
While Alicia, who had morphed back to normal, and Gael Mackie went to watch the preliminaries, the Chows led Carly through the arena and into a secluded room.
They left her there and closed the door. There was a desk and a big black leather chair with the back facing out towards her. The lighting was dimmed and Carly could see a large shadow reflected onto the wall.
SUDDENLY the chair swung around and little Shawn Johnson stroked the oversized siamese cat she held in her arms.
�Ah, Detective Carly, I have been expecting you.� she said.
Carly had the urge to fall to her knees, overwhelmed by being face to face with the greatness that is Shawn Johnson.
�H-h-h-hi�I�m Carly�� she stuttered.
�I know�I know all. I see all. I hear all.�
She held a small pause.
�Sit down. So, I understand that we have a situation on our hands. What can I do for you?�
Carly pulled a chair out and started to explain.
�Okay�we need some help to figure out what�s been going on. We were going to interview the injured gymnasts, but none of them will say anything. We need your magical corn skills, Shawn Johnson.�
�I see. What will you have me do?�
�What�s with all the questions? I thought you just said you knew everything��
Carly scratched Shawn Johnson�s noggin.
�Well, I do know, I just like to hear you say it. It�s like when girls are all, oh you never talk to me so how do I know you love me, and then guys buy them cool stuff to make up for it. You know?�
�Umm�yeah�so, um, we need you to hypnotise the girls and make them recall the attacks. Maybe then we can find out who has been doing this, and get back to only worrying about corrupt judges and drug testing. And boys. And weight loss.�
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