Okay I thought that we really needed a new type of genre of stories here, so here I go. Oh and by the way this is going to be 3 parts long, so it won’t distract you from TMW (which I never work on, but I will soon!).

“Some people say that I work for the fame.
Others say I work for the money.
Still others say I do it for the girls.
But they don’t know the truth. . .
I do it. . . for the justice.
-Detective TKPenguin”

This message was written on a small card floating through the night breeze in Kerning City. It had been an old business card. The edges were dirty and ripped, and the writing was some-what smudged. As the small breeze finally stopped, so did the card. The miniscule card floated right in a trash can, and stayed there.

Silence

A young Hunter was running from the subway. He ran ’till he was finally exhausted. Stopping for breath near a small building, he had checked his arrow stock. “Three gold arrows,” he muttered. The gold arrows were quite short for a normal arrow, and the golden tip was drenched in stunning poison. “Three more than I needed.” With that, he ran to his small apartment and went inside quietly.

Morning

“SOMEBODY! COME QUICK! THE MAYOR!! HE’S BEEN KILLED!” screamed a young girl. She had been on her way to train at the subway, but had smelled something that didn’t quite smell like a subway smell. Using her thief senses, she quickly found a dead body. Immediately recognizing it as the mayor, Mayor Freddie Jones, she called for help. Unfortunately, it was too early in the morning for anyone to be near the subway; they were all sleeping in. Frantically looking for anyone that could help at all, she dug through the trash cans. “There’s gotta be some hobo or somebody that could help me!” she exclaimed as she threw aside garbage and rotting dead rats. But the search was fruitless. “Ugh, it’s hopeless!” she yelled in frustration. Kicking an over-turned garbage can, a small card came flying out. Seeing it, the girl bent over and picked it up. She read it to herself. “A detective! Just my luck!” she said in glee. She ran to the near-by phone and dialed the number on the back of the card.

Detective TKPenguin was baking himself some tiny breads. “Mmm, tiny breads,” drooled TKP. The tiny breads of Kerning City were a delicacy, and their tininess made them all the more delicious. Smelling something, his roommate Steeisin came in the small kitchen.
“Tiny breads eh?” Steeisin chuckled. Steeisin was a happy-go-lucky assassin who helped TKPenguin in his mysteries.
“Yup, but don’t eat ’em all right now, fatso!” said TKP as he slapped away Steeisin’s hand.
“I just wanted the dough. . .” Steeisin whined.

Suddenly, the phone rang. The two partners looked at each other briefly. “I’ll get it,” said Steeisin hurriedly. He picked up the phone. “Hyello?”
“Hello? Is this. . . Detective TBPungoin?” came a frightened voice from the phone.
“Uhh, no. This is Detective-Assistant Steeisin,” replied Steeisin, looking at TKP strangely.

TKPenguin overheard. “Aw crap, they still haven’t fixed that typo on that card. She must have an old one,” he muttered to himself. Pushing Steeisin away, he grabbed the phone.

“Yes, this is. . . Detective TKPenguin,” said TKP in a mysterious fashion. Upon hearing this, Steeisin ran to a keyboard and played TKP’s theme music. Ding! Ding ding! Ding ding ding diiiing!
“Are you Detective TBPungoin’s brother?” came the reply.
“No ma’am, you must have a smudged-up card or an outdated one. I am Detective TKPenguin, TKP for short.” said TKP smartly.
“Oh, well enough chitchat. I found a dead body in the subway. Could you investigate?”
“Yuh huh. I could do just that. Is the dead guy someone you know?” asked TKP as he reached for some coffee.
“Well. . . I believe. . . it’s the mayor, detective.”
TKPenguin spat his coffee out hurriedly. “THE MAYOR!?!?” he yelled.
“Well, yes.” said the girl timidly.
“I’ll be there right away! What’s your name, ma’am?” announced TKP.
“It’s Mist, see you here.”
“So long, Mist.” said TKP mysteriously.

The detective grabbed his long jacket and his detective hat. “C’mon, partner, we got a case. A big one too. And you know what big cases mean!” TKP winked to Steeisin.
“Lotsa mulah!” said Steeisin with his mouth wide open. Quickly grabbing his sunglasses, he hurriedly put on his shoes. The two raced outside and ran to the subway.

On their way to the subway, Steeisin quickly called the cops. He hastily told them to rush to the subway. When the two arrived, Mist was there to greet them. “Uhh, isn’t it a little too warm to be wearing that big coat?” she asked.
“Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t,” replied TKP mysteriously. Steeisin nodded coolly.
“Well, whatever, here’s the corpse.” Mist pointed to a dead body.

The dead body was a large fat man, his mouth opened. He was wearing mayor’s clothing. Embedded in his chest was an arrow. TKP put on his gloves; there was to be no tampering with the evidence. He pulled on the arrow, but it wouldn’t budge. “Just as I thought; an assassination arrow,” said TKPenguin. “These bad boys are small and hard to remove, so they have quite a lot of killing power and from a distance you can’t see the murder. Smart choice.”

“The cops are here!” shouted Steeisin to the detective.
“What good timing, perhaps they can help us,” said TKP mysteriously.

The police chief, Chief Sniggles, was a chubby man with a large moustache. He was a cleric, and his short blonde hair looked as if he had taken a shower the previous night and not bothered to fix his hair in the morning. “Good day, Detective TKPenguin, how are you?” he asked with a smile.
“I’m fine, chief,” said TKP mysteriously. “I trust you can take this dead body-” TKP gestured to the mayor’s corpse. “to your examination hospital?”
“Yes yes of course,” stuttered the police chief. He was quite inexperienced as a police chief, but he was the only worthy chief in service.

One of Chief Sniggles’ assistants drew a line around the dead body and picked it up. He put the corpse on a stretcher, and threw it in a small ambulance lazily. “All ready for transport,” said the assistant. He drove away immediately after announcing his leave.

“I’ll leave you to the search for evidence,” said the police chief. “If you need to take a good look at the body, we’ll have it at our hospital.”
“Sounds good; I think I’ll snoop around here for some evidence.”

“HEY! What about me!?” asked Mist.
“Uhhh, you can go to this address,” said TKPenguin as he threw her a small card with writing on it. “Head there and wait, I’ll talk to you later. Call it an interrogation if you want.” he smiled sheepishly. Mist read the card and stomped off.

“Hey TKP! Didn’t you leave some tiny breads in the oven?” yelled Steeisin as the detective was about to search for clues.
“Holy Santa, you’re right! Let’s get the bad boys outta the oven and return to the case.”

When the two arrived at their apartment, they were greeted by an extremely chilling sight. . .

To Be Continued

So there’s Part 1. The next parts’ll come out soon, and I hope that this story wasn’t too funny for a mystery. But alas, that’s the way I am. Feedback and comments are appreciated, and don’t forget to approve of the story!

-TKP