Trader Joe and friends got wiggy with it

Trader Joe and friends got wiggy with it after reading the Fearless Flyer. Frank N. Furter was uncured at the thought of being served with organic chia bars. The blonde and red wig

were busy riding unfamiliar heads and were ooing and ahing at every surprise move which was all of them. At first we thought they were playing but it became evident quickly that

they were out for murder. We should've seen it from the start. Many things indicated their perverse nature, from

"I'm a goofy face!" to "I lick poo poo!" scribbled all over the victim's face. It was a murder alright... A murder of dignity. Our only clue to solving this case was a sharpie and

a Junior library card, which lead us to one Timmy Malone, the biggest bully that ever lived. We told his parents that he was a potty-mouth bad guy. The next morning the squad car's

surrounded his house & the chief of police, himself a victim of bulleying as a child, spoke into the bullhorn. "Alright Malone. We know you're in there. You're wanted for wedgies

Outside the Keystone Cops were scratching their heads on the front lawn. None of them facing the house. They didn't see the fugitive climb down the trestle, steal their car & drive

it to the A&W by the freeway. Where he ordered for himself and the prisoner that had been asleep in the back seat. They charged it to the police department. Mitch, the prisoner, sa

id something about a last hurrah. "Something about a last hurrah?" Then he floored it straight intoa large tank of sulphuric acid someone had left in the road. Tis their fiery end.