I only like doing four at a time because there aren’t too many of these, but sometimes it’s hard to get them to fit together coherently. As a result, I’m doing a two-part arc between this Sunday and next. No, it won’t make any sense.
This week: Max Mouse and the Case of Why It Sucks To Be Max Mouse
Nails on a chalkboard. Liquor them up and pump in a few pounds of helium, and you have Max’s voice. Slylock tried to keep him from talking, but every once in a while he forgot. And how could he not? For once, he got to solve a case!
“Don’t be silly, Max, you know you’re always wrong. They used a wheelbarrow.”
“But couldn’t it be either–” “Wheelbarrow.”
“Can you prove–” “Wheelbarrow.”
Although the footprints and tire tracks diverged, Slylock followed neither. Instead he stormed straight to the home of Shady Shrew, the only guy he knew who used a wheelbarrow.
Flimsy, but he’d hung people for less.
They wandered into the basement to find him in the middle of a spat with his girlfriend. Slylock stuck his nose in, while Max looked for good music to take as evidence.
Shady’s basement was littered with random bloodstains, stolen merchandise and the meat of his comrades. They nailed him for petty larceny.
At Max’s insistence, they followed the trail of the bike (it turned out to be a little pink one). It led them straight to Harry Ape, pretending to be literate. Gimme a break, thought Max.
There was a quick jerk at his tail. He stumbled forward as his feet skidded across the barf pink floor. He slid between the massive tomes in the dark shelf, encompassed by shadows. “Revenge…” came a raspy voice.
“Max, you’re not paying attention,” said Slylock.
Eventually Max was kicked out of the library for playing in the shelves. Someone wants revenge on me. He tried to lay low and avoid cracking any cases, but his appearance was always heralded by Slylock’s paranoid rants.
“Look, officer!” Slylock cried. “That man is barefoot! Do you think he stole that food?”
That got every potential lawbreaker looking. A fish popped out of the water and stared at Max with its blank, glassy eyes. “Revenge,” it gurgled, before clamping onto his tail.
Slylock smiled. Revenge.
Next week: Some questions are actually answered, plus I flimsily justify Max’s survival.