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I reported back to the local headquarters and told Tim of the news I had uncovered.
"So that's their diabolical plan! Sabotage my show, will they! I'll expose 'em for who they really are!"
"You know who did it?" I asked.
"No, but once I do... Boy will they regret it."
I sighed. "Just run this information in the next press release," I said.
Tim nodded. "Alright, you keep up that journalizing and such. I'll hold the fort down here." But there was five minutes until the shift was over.
"Um, Tim. It's almost time to leave," I informed him.
"Hold on, hold your horses!" He snapped.
I glanced at the computer screen that Tim's eyes were fixated upon. "Aw no, Tim! You're not starting an online petition to bring back the show already! Shee, couldn't even wait one day..."
He waved his hand to bid me a rapid farewell.
"Alright, whatever..." I said, leaving. 'Guess he won't stop 'till the show's back on...' I thought to myself. Well, that was typical ol' Tim.
That night, the next stop on my list was the local 'Tomfoolery' Studios, where the show was broadcast. I had searched the internet for the address and easily found the location directly with the aid of mapquest.
"Turn right on Howville Road, for 0.2 miles and stop," I read to myself, eyes on the directions as I strolled upon the shadowy sidewalk of the city, envoloped by darkness of evening.
After a bit of trekking I had finally arrived at my destination safely. It was a tall building with darkened streaks of black from the night, and hardly see-thru windows because of the lack of light. Of course, since the entire show was shut down, the doors were locked. I had hoped to find someone to question before the place closed for good. I thought if there was E. Coli stashed away, there's a good possibility that it remained here.
I sighed in disappointment as I could find no way to contact anyone, but as I turned to leave, the door jostled then opened, and out came an aged janitor in a blue uniform.
"Agh! Who are you!?" He cried at the sight of my faceless features, showing his almost-vanished teeth.
"Relax, I just need to talk."
The old janitor calmed down, and rubbed his wrinkled face.
"Whew, I thought ye was a ghost or something. In the dark like this, with no
face, what kinda wacko are you anyway?" He wondered.
"I'm just trying to find out a few things about the whole Candy Crisis that happened with this studio yesterday," I explained.
"Nope, nope, can't help ya! I only work here. I clean up this place, I didn't go with them on their little field trip. I don't get to do anything besides clean the toilets, mop the floor, feed the plants! They don't even pays me good enough!"
"Calm down, this is very important. It's just been discovered that the candy was coated with E. Coli bacteria..."
"E. Coli!? That dreaded thing?! Back in the war, there were cases like that. Horrible, some of em. Others weren't too bad. But boy is this place gonna get nailed with lawsuits!"
I tried to be patient, but he wouldn't cooperate. He just rambled on in his own free accord.
"Would you please, Janitor! I need to know something. You said that you didn't go on their 'little field trip.' But exactly what time did they embark on this little journey?" I wondered.
The old man wrinkled his forehead in thought. "Eh, I don't remember... maybe about 3pm. It was taped. But no one in all of Uranus could've guess how it aired that night."
I knew it was fishy. Why would a show air live at midnight, as Tim thought he found out? Someone was behind all this. Someone wanted the show cancelled. Someone wanted revenge. Someone, was taking it right that moment.
A loud crash was heard near the top of the building as out came tumbling a prop from the set on the third floor. It bounced upon the ground next to us and broke to pieces, as well as some shards of glass broken from above.
"Well, what are ye waiting for! Get in there and catch the culprit!" The old janitor said, unlocking the door with one of his many keys.
I dashed inside to catch the villain behind all this mess.
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