After waking for the third time in as many days to find my toothpaste conspicuously absent from my bathroom counter, I decided to postpone other important case files in order to step up my investigation of this, the case of the missing Crest Vanilla Mint toothpaste.
As on the two preceding days, I found the tube carefully placed on the floor, nestled cozily in the little nook behind the base of my toilet. Cozy, I say, thanks to the warm- and fluffy-looking tumbleweeds of grey cat fur forming a sort of nest about the area. The toothpaste tube, stray dangly earring, and tiny, day-glo-pink mouse toy appeared quite comfy indeed.
“Curiouser and curiouser!” I thought to myself. It was time to process the crime scene: I’d need my magnifying glass, fingerprint tape, tweezers, evidence bags. Unfortunately, my gumshoe kit appeared to be missing as well. After scouring the sitting room and kitchen by the light of my miniature keychain flashlight, I was forced to resort to any detective’s last measure: three happy fingers of whiskey.
As I sat on the couch and surveilled the bathroom through my telephoto glass-bottom, I decided that the real mystery was why no one had bothered to refill the ice cube trays, and vowed to begin interrogating persons of interest as soon as any made themselves known.
Case Status: Suspended
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