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The Missing DVDs
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Puppet Detective
known for his bright red fur and large orange nose. He is determined, humorous, and resourceful. He solves mysteries in the town, often involving quirky cases. His latest case involves finding a missing DVD collection. Despite the challenges, he remains dedicated to his work and enjoys the excitement of each new case.
Chief Inspector
supportive, and witty. He often assigns cases to the Puppet Detective and provides guidance when needed. Despite his serious demeanor, he appreciates the detective's unique skills and humorously acknowledges his limitations.
Mrs. Whiskers
kindhearted, and nostalgic. She relies on the Puppet Detective to solve her mystery and restore her family's cherished movies. Her concern for her family's happiness drives her to seek help from the detective.
I am the Puppet Detective in a town that is full of color and whimsy.
I am known for my bright red fur and my large orange nose.
I wear a police hat and uniform, and I carry a pistol that shoots bubbles.
I solve mysteries in this town with humor and determination.
My latest case was given to me by the Chief Inspector himself.
He leaned back in his chair and put his feet on the desk.
He pointed a finger at me and said, "I have a case for you, detective. It is a matter of great importance. A woman has come in whose DVD collection has gone missing. It was a set of family movies that she cherished greatly. Now they are gone, and she has no idea where they could be."
I stood up from my chair, grabbed my hat from the table, and put it on my head.
I saluted the Chief Inspector and marched out of his office.
I walked down the hallway, waving to the other detectives as I passed them by.
I pushed open the door and walked out into the streets.
The sun was shining down upon me, casting long shadows behind the people as they walked by.
I breathed in deeply, taking in the smells of the streets.
I spotted a street vendor up ahead, his cart sitting in the middle of the sidewalk.
The shelves on his cart were lined with DVD cases, their colors reflecting the sun's rays as they sat there.
I walked closer to the vendor, looking at how he had arranged his DVDs on the shelves.
They were sorted by genre and by year, each one facing outwards so that people could see what was being sold.
The vendor looked up as I approached, his eyes growing wide when he saw my red fur and police uniform.
He was a thin man with round glasses perched on the end of his nose.
He tugged at his collar nervously as I walked closer to him.
I stopped in front of his cart and began to browse through his selection of movies.
There were some new releases mixed in with older movies that had been out for a few years.
I glanced over at the vendor, who was watching me cautiously out of the corner of his eye.
"Excuse me," I said, looking over at him as I pointed to one of the DVDs.
He turned to look at me, his eyes flicking back and forth between my face and my hand that was pointing at the DVD. "Yes?" he asked nervously, reaching out to straighten some of the cases that were already perfectly aligned on the shelves.
"I'm looking for some information about suspicious DVD sales in this area," I said, watching as he moved some of the cases around on one another.
His hands were trembling as he moved them, causing one of the stacks to topple over.
The cases fell to the ground, bouncing on the sidewalk and rolling in every direction.
I bent down to pick them up, glancing at the vendor as I did so.
He was watching me nervously, his eyes darting back and forth between my hands and his face.
I picked up a few of the cases and examined them closely.
There were scratches on the front of a few of them, the same type of scratches that Mrs. Whiskers had described to me when she came into the station.
I stood up and held out my hand for the vendor to see.
"Where did you get these?" I asked him, pointing to the scratches on the case in my hand.
He looked down at them, his face growing pale as he saw what I was pointing at.
"I-I bought them," he said, looking up at me with wide eyes.
"From who?"
I asked him, placing the DVD back into his cart carefully.
"From a guy," he said, looking around nervously.
"A guy who was standing near the Sesame Street statue downtown."
I nodded my head and reached out to grab a few more of the DVDs from his cart. "These have the same scratches on them," I said, holding them up for him to see.
"I-I didn't know," he said, shaking his head back and forth slowly.
"I thought they were just cheap."
I nodded my head again and placed the DVDs back into his cart.
"When did you buy them?"
I asked him, looking down at him as he stood there with his hands in his pockets nervously.
"Last night," he said quietly.
"I was closing up my stand when I saw him. He had a big coat on with a hood over his head. He walked up to me and asked if I wanted to buy some movies."
"What did you think?"
I asked him, looking down at him as he shifted from one foot to the other nervously.
"I thought it was weird," he said, "but he was offering them to me for ten dollars each. I knew that was too cheap, but I figured they were probably stolen or something."
He shrugged his shoulders again and looked down at the ground.
"I didn't think much about it," he said quietly. "Did you see where he went after you bought them from him?"
I asked him, looking around at all of the people walking by us on the street.
He looked away from me, turning to face an elderly woman who was standing behind him.
She was wearing a floral dress and had a wooden cane in her hand.
Her hair was white and she had a few wrinkles on her face.
She smiled at me as I turned to look at her, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
"I saw him," she said, nodding her head slowly.
"I was walking my poodle last night and we were going by the convenience store. I saw a man in a big coat with a hood over his head. He had a large duffel bag with him."
She pointed to the back of the convenience store.
"He was stuffing DVDs into the bag."
I pulled out my fuzzy red notepad and began to jot some notes down in it quickly.
"What did he look like?" "He had a hood over his head," she said, looking back at me again.
"I couldn't see his face. He had a limp when he walked, and one of the sleeves on his jacket was torn."
I nodded my head and wrote down what she said.
I looked up as the vendor tapped on my shoulder.
He was pointing down the street toward the bakery that was located nearby.
I looked over in that direction and saw a man hurrying by, his head ducked down into his coat as he walked.
He was wearing a large coat and he had a limp when he walked.
One of the sleeves on his jacket was torn, and there was a duffel bag slung over his shoulder.
I nodded my head at the vendor and tucked my notepad back into my pocket.
I power-walked down the sidewalk, keeping my eyes fixed on the torn sleeve.
The man was about a block ahead of me, and he was moving quickly.
He glanced over his shoulder every few seconds to see if anyone was behind him.
I dodged a mother who was pushing a stroller and sidestepped a hot dog cart as I walked.
I kept a steady thirty-foot distance between us, not wanting him to know that I was following him.
The man glanced over his shoulder again, his eyes flicking back and forth as he looked for any signs of pursuit.
He seemed to be satisfied that no one was behind him, because he turned his head back around and continued walking.
He cut through Muppet Park, which was located in the middle of the block.
I ducked behind a large statue of Cookie Monster as he walked by. I peeked around the statue, watching as he stopped at the edge of the park and looked around cautiously.
He glanced back at the street behind me, then turned to look at the old puppet theater that was located on the other side of the park.
He seemed to be satisfied that no one had followed him into the park, because he began walking across it quickly.
He moved past the statue of Oscar the Grouch's trash can and hurried over to the side door of the old puppet theater.
I waited until he went inside before I left my hiding spot behind Cookie Monster's statue.
I crossed through the park quickly, hurrying over to the side door of the theater.
I stood there for a few seconds, listening for any sounds coming from inside.
I heard a muffled voice from within, followed by the sound of something heavy being dragged across the floor.
"Did you get them all?" a gruff voice asked, echoing through the theater's dusty interior.
"Yeah, but I think someone might have seen me," the man with the limp replied, his voice tinged with anxiety.