Oh no. Oh God. The WiFi stopped working.

Oh no. Oh God. The WiFi stopped working. What was she to do? How would she survive?

She started to desperately dial the numbers on the phone, yelling, "Work, damn you! WORK!" One way or another, her WiFi was going to be fixed no matter the cost.

Her jealous coworker was conspiring in the cubicle nearby, fingers clattering away at the keyboard. If he could help it, she would never check her Pinterest ever again.

The next time she brought in a batch of baked cookie monsters, he inserted a human nail into the biggest. Agnes from Ad Hoc Projects choked to death on it. Det Manatee arrived in a

stretch aquatic limo, fresh off the daytime talk show circuit following his latest case. Manatee scoped the scene. "You say Agnes choked on the cookie nail, eh? But what about

THIS?!" Manatee held up a frog. No one said a word. "That's right. I found it stuffed in Agnes' mouth." A skinny man spoke up nervously. "She was trying to tell me something, but

because he was a crocodile. So Det, Manatee said, "Listen, I know it's tough being a crocodile. My brother-in-law is a crocodile, but I just have one serious question for you."

With a sigh the crocodile looked up and grunted "What?". "Should anyone ever smile at you?" asked Det, Manatee, with a thoughtful expression.

"Crocodiles haven't evolved to recognize facial expressions. Whatever you do with your face, it always looks…" With only 5 pounds of force, Det. Manatee held the croc's jaws shut.