...and that's how it happened." He drew another

...and that's how it happened." He drew another drag on his unfiltered and looked up into the detectives face. Manatee slammed the table. "Tell me how it began."

The little man across the table woke up with a start and said, "Oh! Well, you see, it started like this..." Then he drifted off to sleep again, angering the manatee greatly.

Manatee asked Jr. Det. Abalone to take over questioning the sleeply little man, while he inspected the apartment which was filled with shelves containing bones. He picked at one

of the pieces of leftover lunch in his teeth with what appeared to be a child's distal phalange. "Detective Manatee!", the crime scene team yelled. "You can't touch that, it's

coated your wife's blood!" Detective Manatee turned around upon hearing this, and he saw a familiar figure standing up on the balcony, looking directly back at him.

Det. Manatee lit a cigarette and said, "Ever sat in box seats before, cheapie?" The dark figure on the balcony lifted something metallic and said, "Ever sit in a pine box before

?" The shot ploughed a trail through his gorgeous whiskers, & spun the cigarette from his mouth. Det. Manatee squeaked in anger & leapt into the audience in the stalls. The fleeing

Group of feral monsters vanished, escaping the odour police. The police chief was furious because he had not eaten dinner. He went to eat first, then responded. Manatee was furious

that the police chief had not brung him a sandwich from the gift shop. "Cheif, we have to do something about those crooks, the odour police." The Police Chief, still licking his

mustard-laden mustache, grunted & farted, adding to the environmental malodorodity. "If ya can't beat 'em," the Chief replied, "Join 'em." BLLLLRRRRTTTT!!!