Detective Manatee has finally returned. Away

Detective Manatee has finally returned. Away on sabbatical for a few months, he'd spent some nice time at a "spa" in Arizona, getting rid of a few demons. But duty called & he

packed his nacreous trunk and said hello to the precinct. It was a crime that had called him out of the healing mud baths. A crime so heinous that Inspector Manatee shuddered with

intrigue. He went back to his desk, lit a cigarette and pondered the facts until early the next morning. Everything made sense except the undeniable lack of pancakes in the

morgue shocked him. What kind of God-fearing institution doesn't house pancakes?

An intranational knockoff, no doubt. He chose to donate his body to science instead. Per common knowledge, all scientists stack pancakes like the Tower of Babel. Syrup physicists

are usually Canadian or from Vermont. But that is another matter. What concerns us is what exactly happened to this man's body AFTER he donated it to science.

Supposedly, Dr. Wikid and his henchmen used it for research and recorded it as ony "Cadavre #851". Then the remains were cremated and dumped in the Arctic Ocean. Dr. Wikid was

adamant that all the proper procedures had been followed. Cadavre #851 should not be alive. He was cremated! He shouldn't even have a body but that is definitely him; the spy that

ith "those that have wronged him." It didn't matter. In 2 hours I would be on a jet to the Cook Islands. I chuckled until I heard from behind the closet door his voice: "I'm here."