Chapter 15

Chapter 15 But why? Why do these evil deeds at all?" I demanded. "I never wanted to be a Master Criminal... not at first. But YOU drove me to it, Flytrap!" "Me? What did I do?" "At first, all I wanted was to steal a regular pickle paperweight. But you and your goat got in my way!" "That was you?" "Yes! Then I tried to steal the GIANT pickle paperweight! You and your goat got in my way again!" "That was you?" "YES! So this time, when I saw my chance to steal the golden pickle paper-weight, I decided to get rid of you AND your goat!"

"Well," I sneered, "you got my goat out of the way, but now, I, Inspector Flytrap, the World's Greatest Detective, have caught you!" "Oh, Flytrap," giggled the sloth, "I'm afraid it's the other way around. I, Sloth, the World's Greatest Master Criminal, have caught YOU!"

As fast as a lightning bolt, he grabbed my phone and flung it on the sidewalk. Klonk! It burst into fifty- seven pieces! As fast as a striking snake, he swung one of his big slothy claws at my flowerpot. Crack! The pot split in half, and all the dirt—and all of me—spilled out onto the ground!

As fast as the fastest sloth that ever lived, he grabbed my skateboard, jumped on, and rode away. "Har har de har har de har har!" he laughed with an evil slothy laugh.