It wasn’t me. It definitely wasn’t me. I have an alibi that’s as tight as Thirsty Dave’s wallet. Forensic Science is what’s needed to crack this case and I don’t even know what Forensic Science is but if it comes in liquid form, the thirsty one will probably drink it anyway. What’s so annoying is that I’m usually good at spotting genuine, honest people in the midst of the Bon Jovi fans but this thing has confused me to the max. There was just no proof, no defining clue to the identity of the unidentified offender. I’m just going to have to come to terms with it and realize that we’ll never know who is to blame:
If I was the culprit, there would be no brownies left to leave prints in …
Sweet, so you’re not the culprit. That’s another person off the list.
Do they really even need a DNA kit here. I don’t think so!
Ah but Don Don’s, you’re one of these people who knows stuff and can figure things out. We’re not all as fortunate to have these skills!
I always say, whenever anything goes wrong in the house, blame the cat. Or the dog. Whichever is handier.
I must say I haven’t pursued that line of questioning at all, at all but there are those who say that my friends are nothing but a pack of animals!
This is obviously a very sick criminal — one who doesn’t like chocolate. Or maybe, he remembered how sick he got the last time he ate the whole pan of brownies!
Well this isn’t the first time this has happened. The last time, I made the brownies myself so the culprit may have well got sick after eating them!
Hmmm. Stepped in, but not eaten. That’s odd. What do you make of it, Finn?
I think I’m just going to have to come to terms with the fact that we’ll never know now.