I took a doughnut and throw like ninja weapon

I took a doughnut and throw like ninja weapon at my big brother, who was hiding under his bed.Suddenly, i heard a crash under my house.When,i look down the doughnut had killed ...

the Boogeyman, who had been hiding under there all along! All those years! My brother scrambled out. "Whoa. Dude." he mumbled & nudged the Boogeyman's body with his foot. Nothing.

The clock ticked. My brother pulled back his leg and kicked the Boogeyman's lifeless body. Thud. Still no response. "Let me try." I said. I went to the door for a running start

trail was getting cold, so Det. Manatee called his old friend Ford Fairlaine and offered him a food processor if he'd come to Vancouver and help catch the Sufi mystic graffitist,

Det. Manatee knew that Ford Fairlaine had a thing for swirling dervishes & if there was a chance he'd run into one he would be in Vancouver before Manatee hung up the phone. Graffi

c art in this style was definitely favored by the criminal mind of Ford Fairlaine, deduced Det. Manatee, but this time he had the upper flipper.

Det. Manatee pulled a rubber Ford Fairlaine mask over his head and entered the criminal's hideout, only to come face to face with Ford. Thinking quickly, Manatee mirrored Ford's

movements but when Fords belly contracted and head bulged out, the marine detective realized he'd been deceived by Ford Fairlaine's reflection in his Ford Fairlaine's hubcaps!

The detective turned his bulbous head in time to see Ford peel out. Manifest sighed as munched a smoked urchin. "You might have gotten away, the game's aflipper."