Chapter 9

Chapter 9 We hadn't yet reached the art museum when my phone rang again. "Hello," I said. "Inspector Flytrap speaking." "Tryflap? This is President Horse G. Horse," said a rude voice. "I thought you were mad at me," I said. "Of course I'm mad at you!" said President Horse. "But I still need your help, Flyblap. Last night a Master Criminal stole our most valuable presidential limousine, the Ford Ford!" "I'll be right there!" I said. AHA! Now I was... well, still on the really long trail of the Master Criminal! And now it was even longer! "Mr. Sloth! Please take me to the White House instead. It's a national emergency!" Slowly, even more slowly than before, he turned me around and started pushing me in the other direction.

We passed the TV store again. Now Nina was eating Greta Von Hopinstop's microphone and Greta was trying to reach through the barred window and hit Nina with her shoe. A message flashed across the bottom of the screen: PLEASE STAND BY. WE ARE EXPERIENCING TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES.

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