Bon mot? No, bon mojo!

Bon mot? No, bon mojo!

With a chicken squawk and a puff of smoke, Papa Joe the voodoo priest appeared in the sushi bar. "Hello, Moto! I have a mystery for you and your Number One Son. My wife and best fr

y cook have noticed a very significant drop in the salt levels of the french fries." "We know someone at corporate is orchestrating the entire conspiracy, we need your help sir!"

i decided not to help... Because I was the one behind the this plot! The low salt levels were honestly not really part of the conspiracy, just a random accident, but the

high amount of Skittles I had just ingested were crucial to succeeding in my master plan. Every soul on the face of this planet would know the true meaning of 'Taste the Rainbow'!

On my way to the airport I smiled at random passerbys , showing my mouthful of Skittles-dyed teeth. The most important phase of my plan was about to commence.

I knew the American Dental Association conference was scheduled to begin today and they'd all be arriving at LAX between 10 and 3 p.m. I had everything I needed stored in my trunk

of ecstasy. The Trunk of Ecstasy is massively

overrated. Really? Ecstasy? More like laaame. Who wants to sit around in some dumb trunk, anyway? I think I'm locked in here. Weren't they supposed to let me out like, 10 minutes

ago? Ugh, I lost count of the bumps. It all feels bumpy. I don't even hear no flamingos. How the hell did that jackass in the movie do this? Better not get tacos without me.