saffronpanther

The Freelance Police triumphed in the case of The Perplexing Peril of the Pilfered Pizza Panda, and returned to their office with a goodie bag twice Max’s size. “We hit it big today, little buddy.” Sam stuck his hand inside and retrieved a gaudy yellow, red, and orange mug that fastened to his fingers. “Finally, a worthy vessel for all of our wayward pens, pencils, and push knives.” Max groaned. “Enough with the alliteration, already! There was more “P” in this case than a public pool with people pulling their – ACK!” “Infectious, isn’t it?” Sam shook off the mug and dug around for another piece of prize counter bounty. He pulled up an unboxed spring with unusually pointed edges. “At least we were well-compensated.” “I told you to stop accepting repurposed raffle tickets as an alternative payment plan.” “Show a little gratitude, Max. It would’ve taken us ages and a prohibitively high level of research funding to collect such a treasure trove.” “Or twenty bucks at the bargain bin at