by
Aimee
trange things were happening, and I knew I had smelled something "fishy". You'd be surprised how many crimes happen under the sea. Everyone in my school of fish was becoming concerned; I knew it was up to me! The Little Mermaid's jewels were being stolen as an evil, ominous plot unraveled.
"Time to search for clues!" I said to my friend Horace, a petite fish almost identical to myself. We searched around the castle very slyly, for it was a location that was off limits to the public.
"Ah-ha!" I screamed.
"Shh," said Horace, "Keep it down, would ya?" I picked up a small piece of cheese lying of the floor of the castle, and knew it would be an excellent clue, for the king permitted no cheese in his kingdom, (he is allergic to it.)Horace and I kept finding more and more clues: a wig, mustache, and a hat. We then reviewed our clues and had it narrowed down to two people...ah, that is fish. Mr. Bubbles; he had an old trunk with disguises in his coral reef house, and loved to dress up in them. Then there was Mrs. Cheese; the starfish who loved cheese so much, she would hide it so the king wouldn't take it away from her, he is lactose intolerant after all. Neither of us knew what to do next, so we went back home, and reviewed our Scooby Doo shows. We had all the mysteries on tape. Horace let out a sigh, "Hannah Barbara, what a genius, my hero!"
"Yup," I replied, (we were the biggest Scooby fans in the sea.)After a lot of head pounding pondering, I let out a gasp, only Horace interrupted me before I could say anything, "Things aren't always what they seem!" I then immediately knew he was thinking the same thing as I.
We headed down to the police station to talk to the "big fin" in charge, the chief of them all: a.k.a. Poseidon. I told him our story, and together we captured the criminal. So, who was it? It was none other than Tiger Van Shark, and he really hated Ariel. Tiger Van Shark was very sneaky about everything, and had planted false clues along the way. Only a day before, Mrs. Cheese's cheese stash was stolen, and Mr. Bubble's disguise trunk was gone too. The authorities hadn't told anyone in the sea about this however, so as not to frighten everyone."So, Mr. Tiger Van Shark, do you have anything to say for yourself?" the police asked.
"I would've gotten away with it if it werenít for you pesky kids!" he sneered.
"And a pup named Scooby Doo!" Horace added softly, and we both laughed.
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