I found a grumpy Dutchman in my kitchen this

I found a grumpy Dutchman in my kitchen this morning demanding breakfast. "I haven't got cornflakes," I apologised, "only cocoa pops." He slammed his spoon down, a guttural stream

of sewage spewing from the sink. In a pathetic attempt to placate the miserable tourist, I balanced a hard-boiled egg in the fountain. My infant laughed and flung tapioca which hit

ing. The pigeon try to fly away but his wing kept catching in my glasses, and then I felt a wet slimy dribble down my nose and onto my

shirt. I knew there were more important things to worry about, but now he was both scrathing my glasses and ruining my shirt. Meanwhile

I needed to begin my mission of extreme importance. It's the only way that I was going to be able to show my face back in my

police district. as i started to find the pieces of evidence all over town i then realized it was the chief who was at all the crimes it took me a while to comprehend this but the

police task force had already gotten to me. In panic,

I stripped off my clothes, my hands moving as almost a practice; I had been practicing in the case that this would happen. The cops could never get me now. I glared them down

and gave them the finger. "So long suckers!" I cried as I sprinted away from the stunned cops, my bare buttocks glinting in the moonlight.