Lost Without a Clue
Submitted by Linda L on 4/1/2010 8:32 PM
I was working the evening watch at the inner sanctum when a 911 came through. A lady by the name of Wanda Wackywonderwit had just returned home after a hard day at Whichamacallit to find her front door busted in. But that was not all. A long chocolatey trail ran from her kitchen counter to the front stoop. Something was amiss. I arrived to find Ms. Wackywonderwit holding an empty Butterfinger wrapper. She was inconsolible. After many minutes of attempts to calm her down I finally got her to blurt out "somebody has laid a finger on my butterfinger". The plot thickened.........