Chapter 8

Chapter 8 My phone rang. "Flytrap Detective Agency," I said. "Do you have a THRILLING mystery for me to solve?" "Could I speak to Mr. Claptrap?" said a rude voice. It was President Horse G. Horse again. "My name is Inspector Fly-TRAP!" "Oh yeah. Whatever. Listen, pal, I have a national emergency here."

"Sorry, I solve mysteries, not national emergencies." "Your country needs you!" "Well," I said, "maybe if it's a THRILLING national emergency. Is it a THRILLING national emergency?" "Yes." "You're sure?" I asked. "I've been fooled before by people who think they have a THRILLING national

emergency, and then it turns out to be something like a pesky fly buzzing around." "Yes, I'm sure." "Okay, what is the THRILLING national emergency?" "There's a pesky fly buzzing around." "I'm sorry, Mr. President, that is a tasty snack, not a thrilling national emergency. Goodbye." I hung up.

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