"I'm not ashamed to date bivalves - whatever

"I'm not ashamed to date bivalves - whatever my parents might think!" Daniel said to himself as he dined opposite his latest squeeze: a coquettish little clam who fluttered her

membranes enticingly at him. Daniel couldn't help himself. He swallowed his date whole...just as he had eaten Susie Scallop and Olivia Oyster last week. He was gonna be single for

ever at this rate. Molluscicide - luring seafood out on dates so they could be eaten - was right up Det Manatee's street. Dapper serial killer Daniel du Gong had to be stopped!

Manatee knew of only one guy who could lead him to Danny du Gong, snail killer. He went to the Sea World asylum. "Are you the Walrus?" "The time has come to talk of many things."

The Walrus smoked a great curved pipe & wore an elaborate monocle. "You seek the snail killer, but you'll not find him here Detective." Manatee could see the shadow of du Gong behi

nd the candelabra. He must be eavesdropping from just outside the door to the Walrus' house. But why? "What do you know of my cousin, the dugong?" Manatee asked the Walrus.

"The time has come," the Walrus said, "to talk of many things, of Varla & of vagabonds, of chipped nieces & puzzle pieces, of Dr. Goat & moats remote." Det. Manatee interrupted him

"Sir, PLEASE." Det. Manatee said. Walrus went on, "Of illegal beagles looking for Jason Segel & whether oysters you'll bring." It finally clicked. He'd only give info for oysters.

What he needed was to know about the Horse Clams. Det. Manatee rubbed his pink belly against some coral and took another tact with the Walruss. "You know, this year there's going

to be a great red tide, and the Clam population will die. You should shed some weight!" Unfazed, the Walruss wobbled, towering over the Manatee. "Mind you, my fat keeps me warm! "