UA MR CAS Chapter 12

Chapter 11 Untitled/Action/Mystery/Romantic/Comedy/Adventure/Story: More Trouble
Back at the Sheriff's office.
I've come to help you solve this case. Let me explain. (Ace suddenly pulled Manual down as a pocket of gunfire pored through the window. "Any time that I go to anything that involves the Sheriff
I get shot at.
"It‘s about as common for me as combing my hair," he said as he checked it with his small mirror.
“Who would be shooting at us I wonder?“
“This is the Police“, came a voice from the outside. "Come out with your hands up".
OH SHEEEESHHH it's the cops, were going to get arrested for trespassing at the dead sheriff's office. Can’t we explain that were just innocently investing the death of the Sheriff" said Manual?
"It's a lot bigger than that. " Said Ace. "
What?" Gasped Manual.
In Washington D.C. 'Oh My! Gasped the President.
In some foreign terrorist regime, "YES, Yes,” shouted the evil madman
“Hey Buddy, If you want to trespass on other people's property, go use the Public Beach."
It's Our Buddy, the Policeman. He actually has a brother who lives around the pond and a brother who worked at the college.. He has a thing about telling people to use the Public Beach. Not after hours of course. He believed that the public beach was a place of harmony, peace, and the only place he could actually tell people where to go, where they would be out of his hair. The town beach was located at Pattlewoddle pond in Biggsville. His brother lived around the pond also. But that isn’t really even important to our story.
“Before we go out, can we make a cup of coffee?” Manual asked.
Ace just looked at him with the “What are you thinking” look.
“I mean the coffee maker is right there, hasn’t been used in a while. The only reason I thought of it is, well all people have weird tastes...”
“Look”, Ace started to explain, “ we don’t have ti...”
I eat cucumbers with my coffee and the scent of fresh cut cucumbers hit my nose...”
“Manual, would you just sh..., did you say you smelt something like fresh cut cucumbers?
A few more shots came through. “HEY Buddy’s I thought I told you to use the public beach, so come on out,.” Our Buddy curiously inquired.
“Well Yes”, Manual replied to both questions. Ace did a quick look around and shouted “ON THE DESK NOW” They both jumped on the desk and then Ace pushed Manual’s body down on the desk in case Our Buddy wanted to open fire again. 5 poisonous copperheads slithered right to the spot where Manual and Ace were just standing. “Copperheads smell just like fresh cut cucumbers.” They all hissed at the boys. Ace jumped from the desk over the snakes, where he ducked, avoiding more gun fire up on to the desk where the coffee maker was, grabbed the non-dairy creamer next to the stacks of Foldgers instant Coffee and began to poor it on the hissing snakes. Ace took out his lighter and through it unto the snakes covered with non-dairy creamer. Flames spread across the snakes. Ace then jumped on the fiery snakes and stamped out the flames as he stamped out each of the snake’s heads. “Non-Dairy Creamer is flammable.” Ace muttered.. More gunfire from outside.
“Hey Buddy’s stop making me have to waste bullets. You’ll have to pay for this. NO reason why the Taxpayers should. They paid for the town beach which is where you should be instead of here. Come out, NOW”.
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Manual and Ace stepped outside to try and reason with Our Buddy the Police man. Our Buddy was a very fat policeman, who eat an average of 5 boxes of low fat ho ho’s a day. He was part of the Bigsville police department. Ace pulled out a gun, aimed and shot a little dart into Our Buddy’s belly. Our Buddy fell over unconscious.
"We'll never get anything done with him around. "
" What happens when he wakes up?“ Questioned Manual.
"Will drive him down the road and put him somewhere to rest and when he wakes up maybe he'll forget about us." As the two cars pulled away, a figure lurked in the shadows. It was Daisy Junkins. "Ace Walker, why did it have to be Ace “painful memories” Walker. The last time I faced him...
( Lot of cut offs)
Ace drove the police car a copula of miles and Manual followed him in his car. Manual picked up Ace and they started to drive back. Ace started to tell Manual why he was there. He explained that he was a top private SPY.
“Private spy? Asked Manual.
Yes you see. ..AAAAAAA AAAAAAAA. Two big 16 wheelers came zooming down the road. Ace slammed the car into reverse. Just as he was backing up he noticed two more 16-wheelers coming right at him. The road was between two things of rocks, 30 feet high. There was no way to go through the trucks or around the trucks. A rock came through the window and it read.
“Goodbye Walker. It's not been nice knowing you. I win. Ha Ha. Have a happy death in about therty secon‘s. sighed you know who. “
“Man; look at the spelling mistakes in this letter,” Manual said.
"I think we need a plan fast." Thought Ace out loud.
The trucks started to come closer. About 20 sec. more and Ace and Manual would never again have to worry about getting their cloths pressed.
Back at the Sheriff’s office- A hand bent down and picked up a picture of the sheriff with a group of weird looking creatures. “They helped me before; perhaps they can help me again.”
WHOA! Is that the Sheriff talking? Didn’t he die to the tune of Bob Marly?
Who is the mysterious group of creatures?
How does Ace and Manual get out of becoming a hero sandwich? ?’s answered in the next Chapter.