It was the type of mystery that Scooby-Doo, Shaggy, Fred, Daphne and Velma wouldn’t touch with a ten foot magnifying glass and with good reason. The sequence of events were clear in my head: my X-Acto Knife was there for all the world to see and then it wasn’t. Although I could have retraced my steps in the hope that the world would once again make sense, I didn’t. That night as I was going to bed, I thought I would see if I could appeal to the thief’s conscience and left a note, asking a question. When I woke up, I was none the wiser but at least I knew my knife was being put to good use:
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And there I was, blaming Mike! The penmanship is top class though!
So, apparently the thief took the x-acto knife and then…cut out!
You seem to know a lot about this. Where were you when you took the knife?
You seem to know quite a lot about this crime. Can I ask where you were when you took the knife?
Since, technically, everybody in the world can call themselves “Me,” we can be very sure that “Me” was the knife thief.
You need to link in with Scooby Doo because that’s some damn good reasoning there.
Now that’s the type of logic that Scooby Doo and the rest need to use!
Hey, I recognize that handwriting. I will call Scooby Doo with my information! 🙂
Please do, they hadn’t got a clue when I spoke with them ! 🙂
Sounds good, I can do with all the help I can get! 🙂