Chapter 6

S-Right in the midst is the sultry scot! His smoldering eyes are wild and his muscular, work-worn hands are clenched. Out of his mouth are flying a million words of anguish in his almost unintelligible scottish brogue. Poppy is distracted by all of the new scents and sets off a sniffin'. The Popo are frantically trying to organize an investigation. Surprisingly enough they don't have a whole lot of experience in the field. Luckily they have us. Sarah discretely slipped a note into the Captain's hand. The Scot stops mid-sentence when he notices Betsy, but shakes his head as if to clear it, and resumes his tirade.
B-He goes on and on about how grieved he is of his sisters death! Stoic tears stream down his cheeks! Betsy watches on with pity, but she doesn't feel to deeply for him. Her dear husband, the love of her existence, died in WWI and she has never been quite the same since. Ever since then her only love has been for animals (because they are so wonderful) and her detective work. After the grievous news came she threw her whole life into her work. That's how she became one of the best of the best!
S-*edit* He wasn't you husband... but you were engaged.
B-Got it! That's so much more dramatic.
S-Maybe he should die from mustard gas. We could do flashbacks or something.
B-Also, I think we should be invited to tea at a creepy old manor house.
S-Suddenly the Chief Popo deciphered Sarah's cryptic note and frantically started running around with his sausage arms waving wildly with faint squawking noising floating out of his ham of a throat. With in 3.2 seconds he was seizing on the floor. Perfect. Thats what he gets for eating a high cholesterol diet. Or maybe... this is resembling a certain kind of poison that is all too familiar to the girls.
B-The Deadly Nightgrip Liquid!!!!! Made from inner most part of a weasel elbow!! They recognized the symptoms at once. There was one last thing they had to check before they could know for sure. His feet.... Now the Chief Popo was very sensitive about his feet, he had 3 extra toes and they were just all around gross. He had horrible toe fungus too. But since this was a matter of life of death the girls didn't take into account his say in the matter. They ripped of his shoes at once and lo and behold! His feet had turned a neon shade of green with puple and pink splotches. There was no mistaking the Deadly Nightgrip Liquid now, the poor Chief Popo only had moments of life left.



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