Chapter 7

Chapter 7 My cell phone rang. "Hello," I said. "Inspector Flytrap speaking." "This is Koko Dodo," said a crazy voice. "I need your help!" "I thought you were mad at me," I said. "No! Never again! Well... not if you can help me," said Koko Dodo, sounding desperate. "Last night a Master Criminal stole all of my gourmet cookie sprinkles!" "The chocolate ones or the rainbow ones?" I asked. "ALL OF THEM!" "I'll be right there!" I said. AHA! Now I was on the trail of the Master Criminal! "Come, Mr. Sloth, the game is afoot! Please take me to Koko Dodo's Cookie Shop. As fast as possible! It's a gourmet emergency!"

The sloth started to push me. Really, really slowly. I know I have always complained about Nina pushing me too fast, but too slow is actually worse! After thirty-five minutes, we had gone only a half a block from the train station. We passed a TV store that had a big TV on display in the window. On the TV was a turkey news reporter standing outside of the city jail. "This is Greta Von Hopinstop, reporting for CNNNNNNM News. I'm here at the city jail trying to

get a comment from Nina the Goat, who has just been arrested for the Theft of the Century!" Greta held her microphone up to a barred window. "Nina the Goat! You could be sent to jail for the rest of your life for stealing the golden pickle paperweight! Do you have a comment?" Nina stuck her tongue out from between the bars. "Big deal," she said. A message flashed across the bottom of the screen: TONIGHT AT 11:00—WHEN GOATS GO BAAAAD!

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