The streets were riddled with debris and

The streets were riddled with debris and fragments of a decaying city. It's hard to imagine that this place was once a bustling metropolis

thought Colonel Ashbutt. Indeed this was true, for this God forsaken place could never have been described as 'bustling'. People had described it as 'hermaphroditic', and often

ignored the "tip" jar at the local coffee shop. Colonel Ashbutt hated this place, it was after all a "suburb." But Admiral Chartoe lived here. And the good Colonel needed a

steaming cup of Joe before he started twitching. Colonel Ashbutt also had tremendous respect for Admiral Chartoe, especially since he was the only one who really understood what he

had gone through to transfer the vehicle licence into another name. Colonel Ashbutt had previously bought a 1956 Morris Minor for his mother and it was a headache. Admiral Chartoe

owned a Buick Elektra, and Rear Admiral Buttecheaque owned a Chevrolet custom PU Cruiser. As Det. Manatee studied the Brasses car deeds, he saw a pattern emerging. Air Marshal

Flabcleft had to be the culprit, therefore, if only he hadn't lost the keys to his '88 Lincoln in a butcher's shop in Niles. Det. Manatee headed towards McKinley's birthplace on a

Vespa which he hot-wired in the parking lot of the Nanantatee Cafe. At top speed, he would arrive at the historical birth home of Dragstar McKinley in around three hours. Detective

s ravaged the place in search for the man who stole the Vespa. It was too late, he already left the scene on foot. The detectives were angered, they won't meet their monthly quota.

That said, they recovered critical evidence of bee and bee husbandry, which just might break the case of what happened to wolfofthederp's sister.