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Ch 10 The Stain of Truth

“Hmm, so this must have been written by that blackmailer!” Anya remarked.
“Blackmailer? You know about a blackmailer?” Marty asked “Is there something you'd maybe like to clue me in on.”
“And why the heck would I share information with you? You're not a part of this investigation,  you're not even with the police!”
Marty shrugged.”Oh well I guess you got a point, you don't need to be telling me anything. I mean I was going to tell ya how Batty's suicide was connected to all these bombs going off all over the city. But hey you're  I'm not on the police force. We should just keep each of our own investigations to our self”
That made Anya pause for a moment. “Y-you can't fool me like that, I-I know you're just bluffing, You probably don't know anything!”  She said uncertainly after a few seconds.
Marty didn't respond he just pulled a cigarette and lighter out his coat pocket and lit it.  He pulled a long drag of it a puffed the smoke out of his mouth.
After about a minute Anya broke down.
“Alright, tell me what you got.”
“You first.”
“ You first? What the heck do you mean by you first?!'”
“Well you didn't think I was gonna just start talking for nothin' did you? I'll tell you what I know when you tell me about this blackmailer of yours.”
“Okay fine!” Anya said. “But you better not be messing around with me because I can still haul your tail off to jail for interfering with a police investigation!!”
She told Marty all about her visit to Elaine Nocturne and all about the video that she watched there.
“Hmm, Interesting,” Marty said thoughtfully, “So that's why Batty felt he had to cooperate with this blackmailer!”
“Yeah, now its your turn! Tell me how all this connects to all the bombs that's been going off!”
Marty shrugged “Well a deal's a deal I guess.”
Marty told Anya about his investigation into the explosions and how he traced the connection back to The Church of Tyranno.
“So your working for filthy criminals now?” Anya responded. “That's a new low, even for you Marty!”
“Hey,” Marty responded, “Its not like I had a choice! My brother's a tough guy but he can't handle the entire Amphibian Mafia on his own!”
“You should have come to the police for help!”
“No offense Anya, but I found that the Geltempo police aren't the most reliable when it comes protecting creatures that ain't rich!”
“That's not-” And then she stopped herself realizing that Marty was right. Not all of the dogs in the police department had protecting the city as their top priority.
“Whatever! So what your saying is this church of Tyranno is behind all the bombings?”
“Yeah and someone is playing these guys like a fiddle! They've tricked Batty in to shooting himself and made it look like a divine act of this Tyranno  God just so they'd believe in him and blindly do whatever he said!”
“But I guess you don't no who this person is yet?”
“Nope but that's what I'm trying to figure out.”And with that Marty returned to sifting through the trash.
“Why the heck are you still going through the trash?!” Anya asked. “We got the note, what else are you expecting to find in there?!”
“There's still a piece missing.” Marty said.
“Does it matter? We can see the whole note. It's just a corner piece missing! There isn't nothing on it.”
“C'mon Anya you're supposed to be a detective, you should know this!” Marty said holding up a small ball of paper. “A puzzle is never complete until you've fit in every last piece.”
He unrolled the paper and placed it into the corner where the piece was missing.
“You satisfied now?” Anya asked.
“What's this right here?” Marty asked tapping a small red blotch with his claw.
“Is that blood?” David asked.
Anya knelt down and sniffed the paper herself. “No it's not blood. Is just some kind of spicy food sauce.”
“Hmm. Looks like our blackmailer was enjoying themselves a little snack when they wrote this.” Marty remarked.
“Wait a minute!” Anya said. She sniff the paper again. “I smelled this before!”
She handed the paper piece to her partner. “Here Grover! Don't you recognize this scent?”
Grover took the paper and sniffed it. “Huh? Is this from that crayfish Craig Bolder was eating? Wait- you don't think?”
“Lets not go jumping to conclusions here! We need to just talk with him for now.” Anya replied.
“Craig Boulder huh? That's the guy that runs this place isn’t it? Interesting.”
“Yeah its  interesting alright, but this is as far as you go!” Anya replied.
“What do you mean by that?”
“What I mean is that this is an official police investigation and you're not a part of the police. So take a cab and go home. We can handle it from here!”
“What are you serious, you would’ve even known to question the guy if it wasn't for Marty!” David said.
“I'm sorry, but the law is the law. I can't be bringing civilians around on official business!”
“It's okay,” Marty replied shrugging. “I can find another lead.”
“I'd really suggest you'd just go home and let the police handle this! If what you’re saying about the bombings being involved in this is true than this is way to big for a lone private detective to handle!!”
“Sorry Anya but I gotta make a living somehow.”  Marty replied.
“Fine, play it your way, but if you get in my way I will take you in!” Anya said. “Now your five minutes is up! Now get out of here and take those silly janitor uniforms off!”
Anya personally escorted Marty and David out of the building after they changed out of the janitor outfits to make sure that they left for good. She then instructed the security guard on duty to not under any circumstances allow the raccoon access back into the building.
She and Grover then headed to the reception desk to ask about speaking to Craig Boulder.
“Oh, Mr. Boulder went to his office just a moment ago!” The squirrel chirped brightly.
“And which way is this office.” Anya asked.
“Oh, I'm terrible sorry but Mr. Boulder has requested that nobody is to disturb him for the next couple of hours, perhaps you can come back in the mourning and speak with him.”
Anya took her badge out and slapped it on the desk in front of her. “Listen, I'm in the middle of a very important investigation here. So Mr. Boulder is just going to have to deal with being disturbed for now! Now tell me where his office is!” she snarled at her.
“Umm-umm O-on the twelfth floor s-second door on the right.” The squirrel stammered nervously.
“Lets Go!” Anya said to Grover. They entered the elevator and got out on the twelfth floor then they walked down the dark red hallway and opened the door to Craig Boulder's office.
Craig boulder was sitting at his desk talking to a large crocodile sitting on the other side.
“Hey its the Detectives!” Craig Boulder greeted them. “So are you done investigating Batty's death yet?”
“Well not quite.” Anya replied. “But we did find out a couple of interesting facts and some of them I'd like to ask you some questions about.”
“Well Croco” Craig said to the crocodile. “Looks like we're going to have to finish this discussion later.”
Croco nodded and got up and left the room through the door.
“Would you like to have a seat?” Craig Boulder offered.
“If its all the same to you, we'd rather stand.”
“Well okay, what did you want to ask me about?”
“Okay so what I'm about to tell you is confidential and you are not repeat this to anyone!We have reason to believe that Batty did not intentionally commit suicide.”
“Oh jeez. Are you kidding me? C'mon now, he verily clearly shot himself in the head on live television! Just cause he bought some plane tickets doesn't mean he couldn't have change his mind and decided to off himself.”
“We've found out some more decisive evidence that the plane tickets today.” Anya replied. “We found a box for a prop gun in his desk, Batty was planning to only pretend to kill himself tonight. But someone secretly switched his fake gun out for a real gun and he ended up unwittingly shooting himself in the head with live ammo. Also a ripped up note was found in the trash. It was assembled back together and it looked like a blackmail letter instructing Batty to fake his death.”
“Okay well maybe your right. But I still don't get what this has to do with me.”
“Well there was on part of this blackmail letter that was  particularly interesting” Anya walked to the trash can next to the desk a took  out an empty carry out container that Craig Boulder had eaten his lunch out  of. She opened it and sniffed  the leftover sauce in the bottom.
“Wow, are you Geltempo cop so underpaid you gotta eat out the trash?” Craig boulder laughed.
“This special crayfish sauce,” she said. “We found a stain of it on the black mail note. Whoever wrote the note was eating the Crayfish special from the seafood place down the street. Now I called this diner and they told me there's only one creature who regularly orders the Crayfish Special and that creature is you. I also find it oddly convenient that the creature who replaced his prop gun was only able to do so because you call Batty away to your office at the last minute.”
Craig Boulder frown at Anya. “So what exactly are you implying officer?”
“Well I think you may be a suspect in the murder of Batty Nocturne and we believe you may be tied to the bombing as well. I'd like to ask you to come down to the station so we can ask you some more questions.”
Craig Boulder stood up slowly with a serious look on his face now. “That won't be necessary now.” He said rapping the desk twice with his fist. “You police detectives are a little bit better than I had hoped you would be.  You know about the truth behind Batty's suicide and you've somehow managed to connect it to the bombings. You already know way to much more that I would prefer you know.”
Anya took out her gun a pointed it at him. “So let me get this straight, are you confessing?”
Craig Boulder shrugged rapping his desk again. “Well yes I suppose you could say I am. It was so pathetically easy fooling that idiot bat into shooting himself in the head.”
“Well this is as far as whatever your plan is goes! You're under arrest for- Hey wait a minute, why do you keep hitting the desk like that?”
“Now Croco!” Mr. Boulder shouted.
Anya heard footsteps rushing up behind her and she spun around but her reaction was too late. It was Croco who had silently sneaked back into the office at Mr. Boulder signal. He had rushed up behind her raising a big blackjack in the air and brought it down hard on her cracking her  in the skull. That was the last thing she remembered before losing conciseness.
Grover went for for his on gun. “Hey what are you doing-” Croco was  on him before he could draw his weapon. He hit  the dog with the blackjack full strength across the face. Grover did a full half spin in the air before crash to the floor with a broken jaw.
“Well that was a little too close for comfort.” Mr. Boulder remark after both of the dogs were knocked out on the floor. “Let hope they haven't radioed in to the station yet, or this might make things even more complicated.”
Croco took out a gun cocked it. “shall I kill them now?” He asked.
Mr. Boulder angrily waved his hands shaking his head. “No you idiot not here! Everybody in the building's gonna hear the gunshots, besides I got a better idea than just killing them now. We can use them in tonight's service.  Get some rope and tie them up, then get a prop cart and some sheets! And be quick about it! We gotta get them out of here before they wake up!”
Ok I know this is just some nerdy nitpicking and i have too much time on my hands but but did anyone read the trophy description for the blue pikmin yet?
"This Blue pikmin walks around with its mouth ajar"
Its a gill not a mouth!!!!!
I just beat the game and there are some things about the ending that don't add up, One If they wernt using Magic then how were they doing thestuff at the beggining of the game, like making the statues come to life and trash that car, and the birdcoming in through the window and turning into a witch and a basically all the other magical stuff that was happening before luke and Layton even came to Labyrinthia,
    And my second thing is A whole town full of  people got burned to death, and you mean to tell me that there are no reprocussions for that? No one's going to go to jail for that or at least get sued for their negligence?
CH 8 The studio

“What the heck are you doing here.” Marty demanded to know.
Can you put down the weapon, I prefer not to talk with guns pointed at my head.” Kenji responded.
“What, you think I'm some kind of meat clone?” Marty said. “I'm keeping this gun on you till you get outta hear!”
“Mr Mask please calm down, If my aim was to kill you you would be dead already.”
“Okay fine then, lets see ya throw all your weapons on the floor.” Marty said.
“If that makes you feel any better.” Kenji slowly reached in his suit jacket and dropped a knife and gun on the carpeted floor with a soft thud.
“Happy now?”
“Just about. Spread your arms out.”
“Really, is this how you treat your guests?” Kenji asked.
“You broke in my apartment so I don't exactly consider you a guest. Now spread those arms before my trigger claw starts getting twitchy!”
Kenji sighed and spread his paws out.
“David c'mere and take this gun while I check him.” Marty said.
“Huh? But I don't-”
“Just point the thing at him and blow his head off if he acts funny”
Marty shoved the gun into his paws before he could protest any further and walked over to Kenji. David nervously held the  gun pointed at Kenji as Marty carefully patted down every crease and crevice of Kenji's suit and each of his pants legs.
“Okay well I guess you're clean.”
“Not anymore. You got your paw prints on my nice suit!” Kenji said brushing his suit off with a hint of restrained annoyance in his voice.
“Sorry pal, but I had to make sure you aren't packing heat. You can put the gun down I guess.” Marty said to David. David brought the gun down with a sigh of relief.
“Alright buddy you got one minute!” Marty said to Kenji.
“Thank you. My purpose here today is simple. I have come to deliver you a message from Goro Yamato, Panda Lord himself. You see I happen to be a detective just like yourself only I work privately under the employ of the Panda Lord, Its my job to find and investigate things for him.”
“Hmmph” Marty said. “You must have not been that good if his brother felt the need to hire me!”
“In that particular incident everybody in the building was a suspect and that included myself. Takadai Yamato wanted an outside party to conduct the investigation. But getting back to the topic at paw here, we were away from Geltempo for a while to handle an emergency back in our homeland of Ponipia. But now that's been taken care of and I'm back. I have been task with recovering the Death Touch Scroll before it fall into the paws of an enemy. Now I know you still have it because I've check out all the pawnshops and underground fences in this city and no one has seen it before.
“Obviously you are having more trouble profiting off your theft than you planned for, so I relayed this information to Goro and he is willing to make you an offer. Return that stolen scroll back to us right now and you will have a guarantee that there will be no retaliation or punishment even though your crimes against the Yamato family are great.”
“Hmm.” Marty said. “That's a pretty good offer you're making there. But even if I was to believe that your boss was willing to forgive and forget about the whole murdering his brother thing, there's still just one little problem.”
“And that is?”
“Ya got the wrong guy. I ain't got your scroll and I don't know  where it is. Bladetail is the creature you're looking for.”
Kenji sighed “Please Mr. Mask, if you're trying to fool me you must do much better than that, Takadai was killed by a gun, the Jinsodo clan does not use modern weaponry and Bladetail never carries any firearms on him.”
“C'mon Kenji! If you're really trying to call yourself a detective, then you'd already know I couldn't have taken it! It was missing before I got there! That's the reason you brought me there, to find the scroll! How would I have it?”
“Bladetail told us what happen. He said that he saw you discover the scroll in the large vase in the corner of the room. You pocketed it in your coat with out saying anything. You found the scroll but decided keeping it for yourself since it would be worth more than Takadai's payment.
“He came in on you as you were trying to pin the crime on me, since I had access to he vault but claiming you couldn't find the scroll. He told the Panda Lord what he witnessed and the Panda lord had you remove your coat. He search it and found the scroll at that moment your mate Nora knocked Bladetail unconscious with her handbag and you shot Takadai with your gun.”
“Bladetail told you that huh? And you just blindly believe him?”
“Goro does and that is all that matters. Now I'll ask you one more time. Please turn over the scroll.”
Marty sighed “Can you wait here a sec.” He disappeared into his office.
“I hope for both of your sakes he is getting that scroll!” Kenji said to David. “If the Panda Lord does not receive his scroll soon he will order the deaths of Marty Mask and anyone associated with him. That includes you, Mr Felidae. So if you happen to have any information on what your friend might have done with that scroll you might find it to be very beneficial for you if you desire to live.”
“Huh? B-but I don't know anything!! He told me the same thing he told you! That Bladetail's got it.” David sputtered.
“Hey Kenji, how about you back the heck off my partner before I feel the need to pull my gun out again.” Marty had emerged from his office holding a small pink recorder.
“No need to get nasty. I was just attempting to make a little small talk. Do have the scroll?” Kenji asked
“No  but I do have evidence that I don't have it.” Marty replied. “You remember my mate Nora don't you?”
“Yes.” Kenji said. “I was looking for her too but from what I can gather she's dead. Is that correct?”
“Yeah. But she left somethings behind. You see, Nora was somewhat of an ace news reporter and  she could never pass up the opportunity for a headline making story. So the night you barged in  my office and hired me, she just couldn't help herself, she brought this along.” Marty held up the recorder.
“What?!!” Kenji exclaimed angrily. “You mean she recorded the whole thing?!!”
“Calm down pal, don't get your fur in a ruffle. After the way that night ended, she decided  it best not to write any stories about it, but she kept it on file just in case she changed her mind.”
Kenji sighed. “Very well let's listen to what's on it, but after wards I'm going to need to take that recorder too since it has information sensitive to the Yamato family on it.”
“Sure, I was gonna let you have it anyways so you can play it for your Panda Lord.” Marty said tossing it to Kenji. “Go ahead and press the play button.”
Kenji clicked the button and the tape began to play. They could hear Nora's voice talking in a hushed whisper. “This I Nora Whiskers, I am currently in a limousine headed strait to the penthouse of Panda Lord Yamato, rumored to be a very fearsome crime lord in this city. My mate here, Marty Mask, Ace detective, has been summoned there. I don't yet know what yet for, but it seems to be pretty urgent.”
“Nora what are you, crazy? If this Panda lord finds out your recording him your liable the get both of us killed!” They heard Marty's voice hiss.
“Relax sugar snout, I'm going to keep it in my handbag here, he'll never see it.”
“. . . Ok I guess that’s fine but make sure you don't take it out until after we get back.”
They recording played on as Marty and Nora arrived at the Panda Lord's penthouse and he explained to them his plight, and Marty began his investigation. Everything played out exactly as Marty had told David earlier in Roscoe’s Donuts that day. Then the recorder got to the part where Marty began explaining to the Panda Lord how Bladetail was behind the theft of the scroll. Then Bladetail show up and they heard him explaining why he stole it. Then Marty grunted as Bladetail hit him and then three gunshots sounded.
Kenji stopped the the recorder and pocketed it inside his suite coat.”Well I guess it would appear that Bladetail has betrayed and lied to us. I shall show this to the Panda Lord at once.”
“So now do you believe me?” Marty asked.
“I personally am not believing anything right now. I will have to do further investigations before I draw my own conclusions. I will take this back to Goro though and maybe after hearing this he'll allow me to more thoroughly question Bladetail.”
“Well,” Marty said walking over to the front door. “Until you can come up with this conclusion why don'tcha beat it! In case you haven't noticed, I've got a case of my own to investigate here!”
“Fine, but if I find this is some sort of trick, and I will find out if it is. I 'll be back and next time I won't be as polite. May I take my weapons back please?”
“I guess, but no funny business!”
Kenji bent down and retrieve his gun and knife from  the floor. He pocketed them back in his suite coat.
“Have a pleasant evening.” And with that, Kenji left out the apartment and Marty slammed the door shut behind him.
“Well I hope that takes care of this whole scroll business.”  Marty said.
“You really think he won't be back?” David asked.
“Don't know.” Marty said shrugging his shoulders. “Feels like Kenji's got a few secrets of his own.”
“What make you say that?” David asked.
“Well just all it a hunch for now. But oh well, the case I'm being paid to solve takes first priority.”
David set the gun Marty had given him down on the counter. “So what's the next step?
“Well tomorrow afternoon I'll be paying a visit to the studio to see it this whole thing with Batty's suicide will lead us anywhere.
“But how do you even know you'll be able to get in in? I  don't think they're gonna let just any random creature that asks nicely onto the crime scene.”
“Heh! Don't worry about that! I know a guy over there I helped out of a bind once and he owes me a favor or two he'll get me in.  I can get you in too, that is if you want to come.”
David though about it for a minute. “Yeah.” He replied. “I came this far with you might as well see how this case wraps up.”

“Great.” Marty said grabbing a chair. “I'ma sleep next to the door, just in case Kenji decides   to come back.”

. . .

“Are you sure you should be out investigating?” Grover asked worriedly opening the door of the squad car for Anya. “You really should be resting after such a traumatic experience.”
“for the fiftieth time I'm fine!” Anya grumbled. “I tired of laying around in that dang bed all day.”
Grover offered Anya a paw. She climbed out the car pushing it out the way. “I  can still walk just fine you know.” she snapped.
“Oh okay, just trying to be helpful.” Grover mumbled sounding a little hurt.
Anya sighed, “I'm sorry, I'm just feeling a little frustrated right now. I want to be going after those bombers. But Crankjaw won't take me off the this stupid Batty case. We need to be doing everything we can to catch those monsters. A lot of dogs died right in front of me!”
“Don't worry, I'm sure Crankjaw doesn't intend on letting these guys get away with what they did. Lets just get this case solved and over with and maybe The chief will reassign us to the bombing case if we get the over with quick enough”
Anya stepped up to the building and open the door as they entered. “Yeah I suppose you're right.” She said. “Let's get this thing over with.”
After flashing their badges to the guards at the door, they were allowed into the lobby area. There was a huge water fountain in the center of the lobby area.
“Hey, look, there goes Barfy and Pooch!” Grover exclaimed pointing at the poster advertising a popular detective show that also aired on the Fluff network.  A rottweiler and a poodle posed nonchalantly over a shiny red car while holding handguns.
“Oh my gosh you actually watch that stupid show?” Any asked.
“Hey.” Grover said. “Have you actually seen the show its really cool, they always get in some kind of cool epic gun fight with explosions each episode!”
“Its dumb.” She said. “If they tried half of the crazy stuff they did on the show in real life, Crankjaw would have have their badges and throw them in jail within five minute! Now c'mon we got to find the security desk want to talk to the guard that was on duty.”
The squirrel attendant at the information desk directed them to the security office that was down the hallway next to the water fountain
they walked to the security office and knock on the door. A large terrier sat at the desk vigorously gnawing at a rubber bone, growling as he chewed. Slobber dripped from his mouth onto the desk. He was so focused on his chew stick that he didn't see Anya and Grover walk in.
“Chewy is that you?” Grover asked.
Startled, Chewy jumped up, banging his head on the back of the wall. He quickly pulled out a switchblade and pointed it at them. “I ALREADY TOLD YOU GOONS I AINT GOT YOUR  MONEY YET!!!”
“Chewy, What the heck are you talking about?!!” Anya said.
“Anya, Grover? Oh umm … sorry” He apologized putting the blade  away. “Though you guys were somebody else, hehehe!”
Anya tried to hide her disgust. She did not like Chewy, especially when it was discovered that he had been secretly sampling small portions of Happy Juice seized in raids throughout Geltempo. It became apparent that something was wrong with him when he drove a squad car of a bridge into the Geltempo Bay thinking he was chasing after a giant Frisbee, nearly drowning the two occupants he had arrested in the backseat. After serving a year in a rehab facility on the outskirts of the city, he got the only job a dog fired from the police force could get, a security guard. Anya had no respect for crooked dogs who exploited their position on the police force for criminal ventures.
“You haven't been on the Happy  Juice again have you?” Anya asked suspiciously.
“Me? Oh no no no noooooo!” Chewy swore. “I'm a changed doggy! I been clean ever since I got out of prison!”
Anya sighed. “Well just keep yourself out of trouble alright?”
“Yeah, yeah!! Sure!”Chewy said nodding his head rapidly.
Anya studied the wall full of monitors on the wall in front of Chewy's desk. The appeared to display footage of security cameras, posted all over the building.
“anyways I here to ask you some questions-”
“I didn't do it, I swear!!!!”
“. . . You didn't do what?”
Chewy nervously drummed his paws on his desk. “Huh? Oh you're not- he he, ummmm . . . That was just a joke, Yeah! Just joking around with ya. ”
Anya thought about pressing to find out what he was hiding but decided she had more pressing matters to ask him about. “Look I just want to know about what you saw on the night of Batty's suicide.”
Chewy let out a breath of relief “Oh that all you wanted? Ha ha! Sure! I can tell you all about that, Let see, I was in charge of watching Batty's dressing room until the show started. I didn't really see much there.”
“So you're saying nothing happened?” Grover asked.
' “Nothing out of the ordinary. I mean Craig Boulder called Batty up to his office right before the show started. Oh yeah and we had a janitor come in to  change the light bulbs.”
“A janitor came in just to change a light bulb?” Anya asked.
“Yeah said that Batty sent him there to change the light bulbs. He said that they were starting to get dim.”
“And that's all you saw?”
“Uh yeah, he he, nothin' else.”
Anya made a mental note of everything Chewy had told them. “Alright well I guess will have to have a look at the stage and the dressing room.” She pointed at Chewy.”You, I'll be watching you! If I find out your back into Happy Juice I won't hesitate in arresting your butt, you understand what I'm saying?”
“Hey, hey, hey! No need to be talking like that to old friends! I've been staying clean” Chewy protested.
“Somehow I doubt that. And don't call me a friend, because we're definitely not friends.” And with that she left the office.
“Geez, You really are in a bad mood today!” Grover remarked as they left the office.
“Sorry but I just can't stand dogs like that. I mean he swore an oath to protect this city! For him to just abuse the power and responsibility he took on like that! That just despicable!”
They made their way back into the lobby and entered the stage area through the double doors in the middle of the lobby. It was a large  area filled with many empty seats which was normally occupied by the studio audience that came to  see thee Good Night Show. On the stage was a bright red easy chair where the guest would sit and a wooden pole which had a horizontal cushion perch attached to it were Batty would hang from. There was a well dressed snapping turtle wearing a black suite and tie. standing on the stage “Gene!!” he shouted. “Where the heck is my lunch??!!”
A tiny gerbil came running out carrying a large carryout container. Anya had to jump out the way as he rushed past her down the aisle. He climbed up to the stage and handed the turtle the container while gasping for breath. “Sorry sir” He stammered. “It was free shrimp cake day at the seafood place today, and the line was really long!”
“Save me your excuses!” The turtle snapped snatching the food from him. “You brought my lunch in five minutes late! Keep messing up like this and I'll see to it that the only job you get is a janitor  at the cockroach plant!”
“I'm sorry sir!” The Gerbil cried. “I'll try to do better next time.”
“Get out of my sight!” He snapped. Gene scurried of the stage. He open his lunch carton and took a large crayfish and crunch down down it, his beak breaking through the shell. He was preparing to take another bite when he saw Anya and Grover walking down the aisle. “Oh hey! You must be the dogs Crankjaw said he'd sending over!”
“Yeah were here to investigate Batty's suicide!” Anya Replied.
“Well its about time. You guys need to wrap this up quick! I've already found a replacement for Batty, the sooner you get this stuff finished the sooner we can start filming the Good Night Show again!”
“And who are you exactly?” She asked him
“Craig Boulder, I own the Fluff network!”
“Oh hey I know who you are!” Grover exclaimed. “Your the guy that ran against Geraldo Spike last mayoral election.”
“Hmmph yeah! I really should have been the one to get elected.” Craig grumbled. “That mush-headed pincushion we got in the mayor's office right now is turning the city into a real dung heap! Don't tell anybody I said this but sometimes I think the creatures in this city don't have any type of common sense!“
“Yeah that's nice,” Anya said quickly before he had a chance to ramble on further. “We really need to get started with our investigation.”
Craig looked annoyed a being interrupted. “Well go ahead. And hurry up about it I'm losing money here. He died over there.” He said motioning to the white tape outline of where Batty's winged body fell on the floor.
Anya and Grover stood over the outline of the body studying it. The floor was still lightly blood stained where Batty's head fell. “Hmm, this is where he shot himself right here on the stage.” Grover remarked.
“Hmm, there ain't nothing to see here.” Anya remarked. “Can we look at his dressing room?”
“Yeah sure thing. It's that way.” Craig said pointing to the left offstage. “Hope you don't mind we got two janitors in there already.”
“What?!” Anya shouted . “I don't remember clearing this area for cleaning! They could be removing crucial evidence!”
“What do you mean you didn't clear it? The raccoon told me that the police department was the one that sent them down there.”
“Waitaminute!” Anya said. “Did you say one of the creatures was a raccoon?”
“Yeah, a raccoon and a cat.”
A raccoon and a cat?” Anya sighed. “Oh geez, why do I have a bad feeling about this.”

They marched towards the dressing room and Anya kicked the door open. “Oh hey Anya, how's it hanging.” Marty Mask greeted her with a smile.  He was there standing next to the dresser with  David. They wear wearing matching blue janitorial jumpsuits.

“What in the name of bacon are you guys doing here!!!”Anya shouted at him.
“What do you think? We're here to mop the floor.” Marty replied.
“Keep acting smart! I can take both of you in right now for interfering with a police investigation!!”

“Woah, settle down willya? I'm here for the same reason you are. To get to the bottom of Batty's suicide.”
“Who even hired you?” Grover asked
“um, sorry but that information is on a need to know basis.”
“Well fine! you can let the official police take care of it from here. Now beat it!” Anya responded
“C'mon Anya,I'm here now, You know I can find out something useful here, what harm is there in letting me have a little look see.”
Anya thought about it. she hated having to admit it but Marty was pretty good at his profession. He most likely wound find out something useful if she let him take a look around.
“Alright you got five minutes. Then you tell me what you know and get out, got it?”
“Five minute huh?” Marty responded. “I guess I can work with that.”  He then proceed to walk over to the trash can in the corner of the room and kick it over onto the floor.  All of the contents scattered out onto the floor. Half eaten food, beverage bottle  and crumpled up ball of paper scattered all over the floor making a complete mess.
“What the heck are you doing, have you completely lost it?!!!” Anya shouted at him.
“I'm investigatin' remember?” Marty said crouching down over the mess he had made. “Now keep it down a notch willya? I'm tryin' to think.” He began to aimlessly paw around in the garbage inspecting bits of paper and food wrappers.  
Anya looked at him, beginning to wonder if if the raccoon had taken a knock to the head or something to make him lose his senses.
“What is it with racoons and going through trash” Grover asked.
“C'mon Grover, don't say things like that.” Anya said “Just let him mess around for five minutes, then I'll have him clean this all up and get out. Lets start our on investigation in the mean time.”
She opened the top left drawer on Batty's desk and found a case of mints,a empty can of blood soda, and a halfway full bag of wingless horseflies.
“What's this?' Grover asked pulling out a white notebook from the middle drawer. “jokes” was scribbled on it in dark marker.
“This looks  like where he keeps his joke material that he uses on the show.” Anya aid opening the book.
“Hmm, a duck and I went out to dinner at a fancy restaurant the other day,” She read aloud. “We ended up ordering more than either of us could afford. So the duck looks at me and ask, 'well how the heck are we going pay for all this?' and I reply, 'Hey, don't ask me, your the one with the bill!'” She paused for a minute to process what she read. “Wow, this guy really was a crummy comedian!” She remarked putting the notebook back down inside the dresser.
    As she returned the notebook her paw brushed up against a small box-like object she picked it up to inspect it. It was an empty cardboard box, “Silly Steven's Prank gun.” It read. “Looks and sounds like a real gun!”. Anya showed the box to Grover. “Now I wonder what he'd be doing with a thing like a fake gun!”  she said aloud.
“Maybe he was planning on using it as a gag on his show.” Grover suggested.
“Hmm possibly” Anya replied. “But what if, what if this was what he was planning on shooting himself with!”
“You mean he was only going to pretend to kill himself?”
“Yeah! Autopsy did find find a few pack of ketchup tied on his head with a string.”
“Pack of ketchup? That's stupid, who would fall for that?”
“I don't think it would have been believable either, but I am now thinking that Batty was only planning on pretending to kill himself tonight! But somehow, he ended up using a real gun for some reason.”
As she pondered he gazed trailed up towards the ceiling. And she caught a glimpse of the light fixture.
“Hmm, that light bulb looks old . . . , Waitaminute.” Anya murmured “Ha! I think I figured it out!!”
“You mean you know that the 'Janitor' that went to change the light bulb had actually swapped out Batty fake gun with a real gun so when Batty thought he was pretending to kill himself, he actually ended up shooting himself with a real bullet? Yeah I've been figured that out already.” Marty said standing up, brushing the garbage off his brown trench coat, totally stealing the word from her mouth.
Anya had to wrestle down the urge to kick the raccoon across the room. “So you mean to tell me that you've been sitting on this information this whole time, but you didn't think to share it with me?!!”
Marty smiled cheekily at her. “Oh I just wanted to see if you could figure it out for yourself and you did, good job.”
Anya took a deep breath in an attempt to control her anger. “And how did you figure this all out?” Anya asked through gritted teeth.
“Oh pretty much the same way you figured it out. I bribed that twitchy security guard to tell me all about what went on the other night so I heard how there was supposed to be a janitor coming in, but that light bulb doesn't looked changed at all so obviously the guy wasn't coming here to change no light bulb. Then I found the box for that fake gun, and it wasn't really that hard to put two and two together after that.”
“And did you find out anything else playing in the trash?”
“Well take a look and see for yourself” Mary motioned down to his feet. Anya and Grover looked down to see many small pieces of what appeared to be a ripped up page of notebook paper. Marty and David had been meticulously separating the paper pieces form the trash and arranging them on the floor attempting to put them in the same position they were in before the notebook page wast ripped to bits. Most of the page had been arranged back together except for a small corner piece. All the words written on the paper even tough being barely legible, could still clearly be seen. Bit of it were complete illegible but they could make out what the message said from looking at the words that could be seen.
Batty Nocturne . . .  fake your own death live . . .  Good Night Show, . . .  to shoot your self with a fake gun . . . .  make it believable, or else! . . . . Attendant will retrieve your “Body” off the stage . . . Change your name . . . Leave the city . . . Never show your face or scent again! . . .  Or I will send Vulch the video!
Chapter 8 The Gangster Parley

Marty took a bite out of his doughnut as he finished telling his story. After Marty took a nap earlier, he had proposed to David that they would get a late breakfast at Roscoe, This is where he told the whole story of his first encounter with Bladetail.
“So you're you're saying Bladetail didn't try to come after you till last night?” David asked munching on his fish cream bagel.
“No. It was kind of weird. Cause we were expecting another attack from the Yamato family, After the dogs finally let us go, Nora and I had  to lay low for a while at Grandma's house, now it did look like someone had forced their way into my office and our apartment looking for us but after that, as far as I  could find out, no one tried to come after us.
“After a while of nothing happening I finally decided to take a little risk and do some snooping around the Yamato building. Turns out Yamato and his crew had suddenly left the city. Apparently they were having some sort of crisis in Ponipia. Couldn't find out what it was exactly but it must have been pretty important. The big cheese, Yamato's  brother,  called for Kenji and Bladetail to come back immediately.
“Well whatever it was it looks like there back now.”
Marty sighed, “Yes they're back, as if dealing with Baldy and his psychotic wolf of his wasn't enough to deal with.”
“Hey Matty!” Roscoe called from behind his counter.
“What's up Roscoe?” Marty responded.
“Didn't you say you was working on some case about those explosions?”
“Heh, don't tell me your the culprit. Baking the bombs in your donuts?”
“Just watch the news wise guy. My brother just called me about it and I think you might want to see this.” Roscoe picked up a remote and turned on the big wide screen TV hanging in a corner from the ceiling which he recently had installed in his shop so his costumers could watch the morning news as they ate.
“Geltempo City was hit last night by yet another bombing last night, This time the floating palace, upper level private residence of wealthy  business creature, Cynthia Featherbottom.”
“Cynthia Featherbottom?” Marty murmured to himself, “Now where have I heard that name before? Oh that right! That's an alias used by the Carrion Queen.”
“At the time the Featherbottom residence was being raided by the police because it was suspected that she was involved in the illegal carrion trade that had been plaguing the city for years.
“Tragically several officers along with Mrs Featherbottom were killed in the blast. Only two survivors were found in the wreckage. This is the third bombing to occur this week and Geltempo citizens have been stirred up into a state of unease as many have showed up here downtown at the Central Geltempo Police  department to voice their concerns.”
“This is an outrage! I'm not paying taxes to be too scared to go out and get my scales done because some nut job might blow the shedding salon! These dogs need to get their act together and catch these psychopaths so that we can feel safe again!!”
“We couldn't get any comment from Police Chief Jonas Crankjaw himself but he did send us word that he has officers working around the clock to capture the culprits responsible for this horrific attacks. We'll be back with more information after the break.”
“Dang, that messed up!” Roscoe remarked. “I sure hope you can help catch these monster before they kill anymore creatures Murray!”
Marty didn't respond because he was too deep in thought. He was murmuring his thoughts to himself under his breath. “First blast,Toad Hall Casino . . . Mr Toad was present at the casino, Second blast was at the Chicken House . . . Charles Golfox was killed in that explosion. Third blast was right at the private residence of the Carrion Queen herself . . . . . . . “ He slapped his paw on the table as he arrived at a revelation. “Of course, why am I just now thinking of that?”
“Did you figure out who it is?” David asked.
“Not quite.” Marty said standing up and grabbing his coat. “But I think I know who they're targeting now!”
“Who is it?”
“I'll tell you later. Right now I got to call Mr. Toad and tell him his life is in danger!”

The following day.

“Are you sure this is the right place?” David asked, nervously examining the small building of the address they had been given by Mr. Toad.
Marty check the scrap of paper he had written his address on. “Yep, this is it”
The building looked to have been an Ice cream Shop at some point in time, There was a small sign above the door that read, “Slippy Toads Ice Cream Parlor. Over 50 out of this world flavors!” The paint was peeling off at several spots on the building.
“Looks like this place outta be condemned!” David remarked. “Does look like it's seen any business in decades!”
Marty walked up and knocked on the door. The door opened a crack.
“Can I help you?” It was it was Louie.
“Aww cmon” Marty groaned. “Its me, Marty Mask the detective! You don't remember kidnapping me to go on this case?”
“Can I help you” Louie repeated.
Marty sighed. “Hi I'm the health inspector, I'm here to check for termites.”
Louie open the door, satisfied with the code. “Come on in boyz we've been expecting yiz.”
Marty and David walked into the door. Indeed it had looked like the ice cream parlor had not been taken care of for years. The booths and tabletops were covered in a thick layer dust. Giant cobwebs hung all over the chairs and corners and the floor was litter with trash and building debris. The whole place was kind of dark save for the slivers of sunlight that the boarded up windows allowed through.
“Everybody's in the back, Follow me.” Louie said. Going behind the counter and into the kitchen. The kitchen seemed to be in much better shape the the dinning area. It was cleaner for one, and it had a working light. Several over other creatures, from various classes, sat around the table. Mr. Toad was also there finishing up a phone call. “I don't care if da dogs did searched his place dey ain't gonna find nothin' as long as he does what I say! I did not fly dat cane toad all da way here from da rainforest so he could sit in da pool all day eating beetles! You tell dat fat lazy bastard dat I want a least ten ounces of pure grade A quality happy juice from dose glands of his by da end of next week or else he's gonna become real intimate wid da bottom of da Geltempo Bay!” He snapped his phone shut and then turned to grin at Marty. “Dere he is! Our hot shot detective Marty Mask! Have a seat willya?”
“Well well well! What a pleasant surprise Marty Mask,.” a voice said. It was the fat mole rat Baldy attended by his large badger bodyguard who stood silently behind him,
“Hello Baldy sorry to disappoint you by still being alive.” Marty said sitting down.
“Still alive? what ever are you talking about” Baldy asked feigning innocence.
“You do realize that half the creatures in this room has tried to kill me at some point right?” Marty murmured to Mr. Toad.
“Don't sweat it, dis is a gangster parley, we all have a gentle-beast’s agreement ta put aside any beef we might have wid each other for one day if dere is an issue to discuss dat is affecting alla us. Nobody is going to be whacking anyone here today, at least until we leave dis buildin and fer da rest of da day.” Mr. Toad assured Marty.
“I sure hope so.” Marty responded.
“Certainly and Heya listen, if ya want, I can have a few of my boys escort ya around whereva ya need ta go while your workin for me, da last thing I need is you getting whacked before ya finish dis case.”
“No that okay, just make sure no one makes a move on me here and I'll be fine”

“So you know any of the guys,” David whispered to Marty.
“Yes I have file on each of this creature here. All of these guys are some very powerful players in the Geltempo Underworld.”Marty whispered back. “I think you've already met fatso over here, Raccoon looking reature in the nice white suite is coincidentally Kenji, the tanooki guy I was telling you about. He's back from Ponipia too apparently representing the Panda Lord. And that guy, ” Marty nodded towards the cigarette smoking shirtless otter wearing a gold chain around his neck and a red baseball cap sideways over a black skull cap on his head. “He goes by the name T-Shark. He pretty much runs the whole underwater aquatic district of the Geltempo Bay.”
“So are we getting started or what I got other matters to attend to, you know.” Kenji said impatiently.
“Cool yeh jet raccoon guy! We're waiting for one more guy, we'll get started in a minute.” Mr. Toad said.
“I'm a tanooki, not a raccoon! Get your species identification strait!!” Kenji snapped.
T-Shark blew a puff of smoke out his mouth. “What's the difference. You guys all look the same t' me.”
Kenji slammed his paw on the table and drew a knife. “How about I carve the difference between the two different species into your thick forehead?”
“Yo Mr. Toad, you better tell this raccoon, tanoopy or whatever heck he is to back up off my grill before I bust a cap in his tail!” T-Shark responded reaching for a gun tucked under his belt.
“Gentlebeasts! Please!” Mr. Toad pleaded.  “Gangster Parley! Remember? All I'm asking is thatcha all act like civilized creatures just fer one day! Den we can all get back ta shooting at each other like normal tomorra'. That ain't too much ta ask for is it?”
Kenji hesitated and then sat back down putting away his knife ”You all need got back to school and learn to get your species right!” He murmured.
“Who is this other dude we watin' on anyways?” T-Shark asked removing his paw from his gun.
“Marlon Golfox.” Mr Toad said. “To be honest I'm not sure if he's comin' we'll give him about ten more minutes and then just get started without him.”
“Marlon Golfox? Isn't that one of Charles's pups? The one you didn't kill?” Baldy asked.
“Yeah. He probably still got beef with me 'cause of his brother, which is why I'm not sure if hes going ta be showin' up.”

“Oy toad!” A large Fox wearing a black leather biker jacket with a flaming dog skull on the back forced his way past Louie in to the kitchen. He pulled his handgun on Mr. Toad. “You got a lot of bloody nerve calling me here after killin' my mum and dad.” Phil and Louie both pull their gun on Marlon.
“Now Marlon c'mon, will ya take a chill pill so ya can think logically for a second? I didn't kill ya parents!” Mr. Toad shouted. “It was someone else!”
“Really and just how daft do you think I am? Do you really expect me to believe that rubbish?”
“C'mon Marlon think, about it I got hit too, I almost got killed! Whoever gotcha parents hit my casino too. You think I'd blow up my own casino?!! Siddown and we might find out who really killed ya peoples.”
Marlon hesitated thinking about Mr. Toad's reasoning. Then he slowly lowered his gun. “Aww bollocks! I'll listen, but I'm not makin' any promises that I still won't put a bloody bullet in you.”
“Heh, you can try buddy, but lets quit standin' around puffin' our throat sacs out and get down ta business. since we're all finally here. Marlon, we saved ya a seat at da end of da table.”
Marlon took the seat. “Now I know most of ya guys are all ready familiar with da detective here, but dis is Marty Mask.” Mr. Toad began. “Now in case any of you boys ain't been caught up on da current events as of late, some nut jobs been settin' off bombs in da city like its new year eve. My casino was da first place ta get hit and so I  hired dis guy ta get ta da bottom of it.”
“Yes yes and that's all very unfortunate for you, but you must forgive me if I don't understand what any of this has to do with me.” Baldy.
“Yeah or me!” T-Shark added. “they ain't hit anywhere in the Aquatic District.”
“It you guys would jest shut up and listen for a moment, I wuz just about ta get ta dat! Marty why don't you explain ta dese guys how dis is gonna be effectin' dem.”
Marty cleared his throat. “Ahem, well first let's just review the facts behind each explosion. The first bombing occurred at the Toad Hall Casino. Mr. Toad just happened to be in the building as the Bomb went off. Had he had not been inside of his safe at the time of the explosion, he'd be dead now. The second explosion occurred at the Chicken House where Mr. Charles Golfox and his mate happened to be dinning. They were both killed in the blast. Third  bombing was at the private residence of Vulch, the Carrion Queen. Now I don't know if anybody has made the connection yet, but in all three attacks, A major crime lord has been killed or almost killed. I believe that this bombers is targeting creatures that hold great power in the Geltempo Underworld. They are trying to take you all out one by one disguising the bombings as random terrorist attacks.””
Everyone at the table began murmuring among themselves. “I guess that does make sense.”Baldy mused.
“Ha I'd like t' see them suckas try to get me!”  T-Shark snorted.
“So what your saying is that my dad was targeted then?” Marlon asked.
“Yeah, that what its looking like.”
Well now, you wouldn't happen to be able to point out who the bloody bastards are so that I can put a bullet in them can you Mr. detective?!”
“I'm still working on that part.” Marty said patiently. “But I was told Mr. Toad would be introducing us tonight to someone who might be able to shed a little light onto the matter, am I right Mr. Toad?”
“Yeah! Sure do!”Mr Toad confirmed.  “Louie go get our guest of honor out da freezer willya?”
Louie opened the freezer door in the kitchen. He pulled out a lizard that was tied to a chair with a black cloth bag tied over his head. He was wearing an Orange Lonely Rock Prison jumpsuit. Bits of frost covered his scales. Louie yanked the bag of the lizard's head revealing his severely bruised face with a swollen lip.
“Everybody I wantcha ta meet Ernie Morgan, say hi, Ernie”

He scowled at everyone sitting at the table. “Dirty fleabags and wetskins!” Ernie mumbled.
“Ain't he a charmer folks?” Mr Toad said.
“Dang yo!” T-Shark remarked “Thought that dude was in the clink! How th' heck you manage to bust him out?”

“I have my connections at Lonely Rock, All I had ta do iz slip da guards a little extra dough on da side and dey were more dan willin' ta let me borrow Ernie here for a day or two. Ain't like he's some high profile prisoner, so nobody is gonna miss him.”
“So who the heck  is this bloke and what the heck does he have to do with the explosions?” Marlon asked.
“Well I have my suspicions that a group known as the Church of Tyranno might be behind these attacks. They have apparently purchased a large stockpile of weapons from Mr Toad.” Marty explained. “They have also asked for some kind of bomb, which Mr. Toad did not have in stock, it appears to be the same type of bomb used to blow up the casino. Well it just so happens to turn out that Mr. Morgan here happens to be a member of the Church of Tyranno.”
“Yeah” Mr. Toad said, “So we brought him here, hoping that he might shed some light on this matter.”
Ernie spit. “Screw you wetskins! I ain't tellin' you inferior species nothin'!!”
Golfox leaped up and grabbed Ernie by the shirt collar and pressed a knife against his neck. “Now you listen to me you bloody little git! My parents are dead because of that explosion and I want to make whose ever responsible pay.  So you better loosen that gob of yours and tell me what you know or I will cut your guts out and hang you with 'em!!” he snarled.
“You're parents are dead? Well that's good!” Ernie grunted. “That means there's two less mammals spreading their fleas around in this world.”
Marlon got really angry at this. He drew his knife back and swung it preparing to stab “I'm gonna make you eat those word you repulsive speciest little-”
Mr. Toad reach out and stopped his paw “Okay lets just cool it down a notch willya he ain't gonna be  tellin' us anything if ya stick him in da throat with dat blade. Siddown and let me handle dis will ya?”
Marlon reluctantly released Ernie and returned to his seat. “Okay, but if he doesn't tell us anything useful, I'm slittin his throat open!”
“Sure, sure, Ill be taking a few whacks at him myself but first we gotta offer him the easy way out.” Mr. Toad turned to Ernie. “Now Mista Morgan, as you've just clearly seen, Mista Golfox is very upset about the his folks getting blown ta bits. I myself had my million amina casino blown ta bits and just about half of my Toad syndicate was killed in dat explosion so I guess you can say I'm a bit tick off myself.  Now all we want ta do iz catch da individuals responsible fa dis and make them regret eva deciding ta mess wid us. Now if ya don't tell us what we need ta know, wez gonna have no choice but ta take alla dis pent up anger out on you. Now you don't want dat do you?”
Ernie sighed “Okay you want me to tell you something? I'll tell you something.”
“I'm listening.”
“Come here.”
Mr. Toad leaned over towards Ernie.
“You want know who blew up your casino? Then you're gonna have to KISS MY SCALY TAIL WETSKINS!!!”  Ernie screamed the last part in Mr. Toads ear following it up with a squirt of blood from his eye in to Mr. Toad's face.
Mr. Toad stood back up, calmly removing a handkerchief from his pocket and carefully dabbed the blood off his face. “Okay then” He said. “Hard way it is den.”
He nodded at Phil and Louie. Phil brought him a large hatchet that was hanging on the wall over a dusty grill. He gave it to Louie who was untying Ernie's left arm and forcibly held it down on the table. Louie took the hatchet and brought it down as hard as he could on the arm cutting it cleanly in half. David squeamishly had to turned his head away as the blood started to gush out of what was left of Ernie's arm.
“Hey watch the suit! I just had this cleaned!” Kenji shouted irately after narrowly dodging a splash  of blood. But he was nearly drowned out by Ernie's earsplitting screech of pain
“Shut dat noise up, willya, Or else you're gonna lose da otha arm!”
“Hurry up and finish killing me wetskins! I ain't afraid of dyin'!” Ernie grunted through gritted teeth.
Mr. Toad laughed at this. “Ha ha ha! Kill ya? Oh no, iz way too early for dat buddy!  We'ssa gonna have a little fun witcha first! Ya see, all I gotta do iz just toss dat prison guard I bribed a couple of extra bucks and he'll make up a phony report about ya getting shanked in da showers or somethin', den I can keep ya as long as I want! I'mma put you back in da freeza for a coupla more days  and I'm gonna make sure is stays nice and cold for ya cold blooded body! I wanna see just how long it takes you guys ta grow ya limbs back. Den after you grow ya arm back I'm wonderin' if we lop all ya arms, legs and tail off  if you can grow 'em back all at once or if ya gotta do it on at a time. So we'll be doin' another fun little science experiment!  After a few more weeks if I get bored witcha only den I'll think about whacking ya.” Mr Toad waved at the rest of the creatures sitting at the table. “I guess you guys can jest head back home, dere ain't gonna be nothin' else ta see heya.  Take him back to da freezer Louie!”
Louie grabbed Ernie's chair and stared to drag him to the freezer.”W-wait!” Ernie shouted. Mr. Toad nodded to Louie who stopped.  “I'll tell what I know, just please don't put me back in that freezer!!”
“Go ahead.” Mr. Toad said. “But if ya call me wetskins one more time ya gonna be spendin' da next month as a living popsicle.”
“We, the Church of Tyranno have been given a very special task by Tyranno himself.”
“Who da heck is dis Tyranno guy I keep hearing about?”
Tyranno is the God of all reptiles, long ago even before human walked the earth, the planet was ruled by reptiles, we had giant majestic bodies about as tall as buildings and jaws that could devour ten mammals in a single chomp. We were known as dinosaurs.
“Tyranno ruled over us all and made the Earth a reptile paradise where we ruled over all! But we did not appreciate our position enough. We began to allow inferior species run rampant among the Earth and did not keep them under control. Tyranno became so displeased with our performance that he decided to bring a end to the age of dinosaurs by smiting the Earth with a giant meteor. After that he left us on the earth with the small lowly bodies we have today, and the humans came to power.
“But Tyranno has been gracious enough to return to the Earth and give us a second chance. He will give us our dinosaur bodies back again and turn the world back into a reptile paradise. All we have to do is prove that we will be able to put all the inferior species in their place. We must destroy one thousand of the inferior species by sacrificing our own lives.”
“So that's why you guys are suicide bombing all of these buildings in this city.” Marty said.
“Yes, those of us that sacrifice our lives for Tyranno will be brought back to life in reptile paradise and be given special dinosaur bodies more powerful than the rest.”
“So I'm just curious,” Marty said. “How do you guys go about deciding which place you're gonna be blowin' up?”
“Tyranno tells it to us himself. Every time we meet he speaks to us through the high priest. Telling us the address of the location we must blow up next. I haven't been able to attend the services myself since my incarceration but my brothers have been sending me mail, keeping me up to date of whats going on in the church”
“Interesting.” Marty remarked.
“If ya wanna ask my opinion, I think alla you palookas are a bunch of complete yahoos!” Mr Toad said. “Dinosaurs? Reptile paradise? I ain't never heard of such crazy talk in my life.”
“Go ahead, mock me, I've seen the signs! Soon I'll be a dinosaur and all of you inferior species will be at my feet, begging for mercy!”
“you keep on saying you've seen signs.” Marty said. “What are these signs exactly?”
“The comedian Batty Nocturne, who openly insulted reptiles at the Happy Hyena. The priest had told us that Tyranno would execute him, by making him kill himself with his own paws and surely enough he shot himself on live television for all to see! After that, there was no doubt at all in our minds that Tyranno had truly come back!”
“Wait a  sec'” T-Shark interjected. “You talkin' about that crazy fool that blew his head open on the Good Night Show? You guys set that up?”
“No listen to what I'm saying mammal, we had nothing to do with it. This was a divine act of Tyranno himself to demonstrate his power.”
“Hmm.” Marty said. “So it appears there seems to be a connection with Batty's suicide and this case.”
“Hey Marty! You done wid dis guy? Or iz dere sometin' else ya wanna ask him.” Mr Toad Asked
“No I think I got all the info I'm gonna need from him at the moment. Now I gotta process this info.” Marty answered.
“Good, that means I ain't gotta be lookin' at his ugly mug no more” Mr Toad responded removing his gun.
“H-hey wait! What are you doing? I told you everything I know!” Ernie protested.
“Ya said ya wanted me ta kill ya didn'tcha? Well now you're about ta getcha wish!”
Blam!! Mr. Toad discharged his weapon into Ernie's chest killing the lizard almost instantly.
“Was that really necessary?” Marty asked with a frown.
“Well I couldn't jest let him get away with disrespecting me in front of alla dese creatures. Its like I toldja. I gotta reputation ta keep. Get him outta hear Louie, call the Carrion- oh dats right, she's  dead, Dang! . . . Well we'll dump him da old fashion way at da docks wid da cement shoes.”
As Phil and Louie began do drag the body away, Marlon decidedly stood up putting his coat. “Right then Mr. Toad, you may have not killed my parents I guess, but don't think I've forgotten about my brother. This little get together you organized has been somewhat informative so I won't come at you today but I'd watch my back from here on if I were you. Well I'm off. I'm going to pick me up a keg of gasoline and pay this Church of Tyranno a visit. Then we'll see how those nutters like being blown to kingdom come!”
“No wait, you can't attack them yet.” Marty said.
Marlon spun around to face Marty. “I'm sorry but are you presuming to give me orders?” He snarled.
“Well no, I guess you can call it advice.” Marty responded calmly “You can go on and torch the place if you want, but if you really want to go after the guy in charge I’d suggest you let me finish my investigation.”  
“What else iz dere ta investigate? We know who settin' off da bombs now.”Mr Toad said. “I sezs we go on and plug da bastards in da head!”
“Can't you see that someone is masterminding this whole thing?” Marty asked. “Or do you really believe that  some dinosaur deity is directing them to blow buildings targeting specific crime lords. I wanna find out who really callin' the shots here!!”
“Dude's got a point.” T-Shark commented.
Marlon slammed his paws onto the table. “Blast! I just wanna bloody shoot someone already! How long is this gonna take?”
“I don't know. He did claim that this Tyranno was the one responsible for Batty's on air suicide. So obviously that incident is somehow tied to this case. So I'd say maybe a week?”
“You got three days detective!” Marlon snapped “Three days, then I'm just gonna burn the whole bloody thing to the ground and kill anyone inside!”

“Ya do realize dose guys are armed ta da teeth right?” Mr. Toad said. “I know the Golfox family ain't what it used ta be after we stomped ya a few years back. Ya might be tryin' ta stick ya tongue on more than you can swallow.”
“You best watch your mouth amphibian, before I put a bullet in it.”
“What you're gonna need iz some backup!” Mr. Toad continued ignoring the threat.
“Hmmph! And why the heck should I accept help from you?”
“'Cause we gotta common enemy here. I owes dese guys some payback too, don't forget. We ain't gotta be best buddies but it would make sense to try ta work together on this one. Dats da main reason I asked alla you guys here to see if ya wanted ta help deal with dese guys since dey'll most likely be comin after you next.”
Everybody at the table thought about Mr. Toad's proposal. “The Yamato family has more pressing matters to attend to than this. I sorry but I'm afraid we don't have any creatures to spare.” Kenji said
“Yeah, and the Aquatic District can take care of themselves. Sorry but I'm out.” T-Shark answered.
“Really guys?” Mr. Toad protested “You do understand dat dere gonna be blowing one of you guys up next right?”
“I think I can lend some creatures to aid in your assault.” Baldy said. “I do find it quite alarming that I might be blown up next.”
“Thanks Mista Mardoff, at least someones got some sense. What about you Golfox you still wanna do dis solo?”
Marlon though about it. “Hmm okay, I guess it would make sense to accept you help but as soon as this is over I’m gonna be settling my score with you!”
“Fantastic well Marty, we'll be waitin' on you ta get ta da bottom of whose behind alla dis. Ya think ya kin do dat in three days?”
“I guess I have no other choice but to now do I?” Marty sighed.

After the gangster parley was adjourned Mr  Toad had insisted on giving Marty a ride back home in his hover limo to ensure that Marty didn't meet up with any “accidents” on the way back.
“Well here you boys are.” He said as they landed in front of their apartment. “Sorry I got you guys back a little later than expected.”
“We would have gotten back here earlier if you had dumped that body after dropping us off.” Marty muttered irately.
“Sorry bout dat but da guy wuz beginning to stink up my trunk. I had ta get rid of him fast!”  
“I could have gotten back faster on the bus!” Marty complained. David had opened the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk. Marty followed. “Oh and I wouldn't trust Baldy if I were you.” Marty said looking through the open door.  “I'm almost certain that he's go some kind of ulterior motive for helping you out.”
Mr. Toad laughed “Ha, da only three people I ever trust in my life iz me, myself, and I! Don't you worry about Baldy I'll be keepin and eye on both him and Marlon! You just worry about findin' out whose really callin' da shots here! Keep me posted on ya findings”
The limo rose up and sailed off into the sky after Marty shut the door.
“You really think you can do this in three days?” David asked as they climbed the stairs to their apartment.
“I'll admit it ain't the best time limit. But you work with what you can get I guess.”
They arrived at their floor and started walking down the hallway.
“So what are you going to do now?” David asked.
“Well I guess now I'll see if I can find a video clip of Batty's suicide and watch it to see if there are any clues there, then tomorrow I'll visit the Fluff network studio and do some looking around there. I know a guy who works there, he might be able to get me onto the set. Hopefully I'll find something there that points to-” Marty had stopped talking after he had placed a paw on the door handle of there apartment and turned it. He yanked his paw back quickly, went in his coat pocket and drew his gun and cocked it.
“What's wrong?” David asked in alarm.
“Shh! Door's open!” Marty whispered. “I left it locked when we left. Someone's in there!”  
“Oh No!” David gasped fearfully. “I'll call the dogs!”
“They'll take too long getting here. You gotta gun?”
“No.” David said, wishing he had bought one.
“Then stay behind me!” Marty said.
He placed his paw back on the door handle and slowly opened it. The apartment was dark except for the glow of their television. They could see the pointed ear head of their intruder sticking out over the couch, watching the television. Marty stealthily stepped inside and David nervously followed with his claws fully extended.
Marty pointed his gun at the intruder's head. “Hey you! Don't move or I'll blow your head off!”
The figure sat still. “Now you're gonna stand up slowly, no sudden moves! and turn around and tell me who you are and what the heck you're doing here!”
The figure obediently stood up and turned around with their paws raised in the air.
“Hit the lights David.” Marty said. David turned the lights on and they was able to get a better look at their intruders. He recognized the neat clean white suite from earlier that day. It was  Kenji Masuku.
“Good evening Mr. Mask, I was beginning to worry you wouldn't be back tonight. Can we sit down please? We have to talk.”


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Micaiah Parker
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
United States
Current Residence: Detroit
Favourite genre of music: Video game music
MP3 player of choice: Dingoo
Favourite cartoon character: Donkey Kong

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BlackProf Featured By Owner Dec 14, 2012
thanks for the watch!
darceclips Featured By Owner Oct 29, 2011
Thanks for the Llama, bud!
Mikethemerciless Featured By Owner Oct 30, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Just returning the favor I guess
TIGERM Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2010  Professional General Artist
Heya buddy! :wave:

Amazing writing! =)

Keep up the grand work! ^_^

:teevee: Forever In Love With All That Which Exists
(That Which Is Seen & Unseen, Known & Unknown),
-DJ, TIGER M [Saturday]
-10:22 AM (7/24/2010)

Mikethemerciless Featured By Owner Jul 25, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks, that meant alot to me.
TIGERM Featured By Owner Aug 28, 2010  Professional General Artist


:teevee: Forever In Love With All That Which Exists
(That Which Is Seen & Unseen, Known & Unknown),
-DJ, TIGER M [Saturday]
-12:20 PM (8/28/2010)

kolkhoznik Featured By Owner Apr 10, 2010
you can not grasp the power of the attack
Mikethemerciless Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
U like Earthbound too huh?
kolkhoznik Featured By Owner Apr 12, 2010
I do.
Mikethemerciless Featured By Owner Apr 13, 2010  Hobbyist Writer
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