“Give me back my wrench!”
Pot Pie knew this was a job for more than any ordinary hound, so he dove into the algae infested end of the pond, struggled into his tights, and emerged as… the Green Possum! Great He thought, “I only have two minutes of grace!”
Back at the scene of the crime, it seemed several priceless personal items had come up missing. One of which was his dad’s Dollar General ratcheting 9/16th wrench. “Hmmm (Possum learned that from Karin), clues! There must be clues,” he thought. Maybe Karin stole the wrench! She is always saying hmmm.
With thoughts as quick as lightning, Possum pulled from his tights the Wordsmith’s latest publication, but unfortunately there were no words on the pages. It was titled, “Writer’s Block.” Looking around, the only other book available was “Rush to the Outhouse,” by Willie Ma-kit. “Possibly,” Possum thought, “an author who writes books that have no words may need a wrench.”
Taking advantage of Google, Possum searched for the term, ‘steal.’ “Aha!” Now I’m on to something.” But after opening the link, he concluded, “Nothing here but someone trying to get people to ‘Be Perfect’.” Surely this person wouldn’t steal dad’s wrench, or would she? “Maybe that’s why people call her lambskinny… “
“Email!” Mom and dad’s email may hold clues,” Possum uttered. Clicking on their gmail account produced an immediate possibility. There it was in bold lettering, “Now You’re Making Me Mad!”
Firing up his trusty anger-position-sensor, Possum was led to an interesting home owned by chickens. He picked the lock on the front door and began searching the house for dad’s wrench. Something attached itself to the bottom of his foot. “Who puts sticky mouse traps on the floor of their laundry room?” Possum thought as he tried to remove the trap.
Just as he thought he had it free, something grabbed him from behind! Whatever it was, it held on tighter than the sticky mouse traps. Possum knew it was over for him and dad’s wrench would never be found. In what seemed the nick of time, a chicken… in its peeper rushed in! Possum yelled, “Throw an Angry Bird!”
The chicken thought, “I’ll throw a special exploding blue…” Too late! Whatever had Possum now grasped the chicken by its peeper. Round and round and round they go and where they stop nobody knows.
Stepping from behind the washing machine, the Bibleman moved in to assist, proclaiming, “Let them who stole, steal no more!” Possum remembered thinking as the clench of whatever had him tightened, “Is he really here to help, or is this a front to cover that he has dad’s wrench?”
From nowhere, it seemed, the Bickley household rushed in the room with the entire Texas Rangers baseball team, but whatever this creature was, bats were of no use. Would the Rangers steal dad’s wrench?
Could it be the end for Possum and his clucking sidekick? What has a hold of them? Here’s a clue… there’s a Christmas tree sock with white fur on the top hanging from its mouth. Possum was beginning to feel the strength leaving his body and shouted, “Hey, what are you… Living in Obscurity?”
Your mission, should you decide to accept… Can you figure out where the wrench went? How about who took it, and is wrestling on the laundry room floor with Possum and the chicken? All the clues are in the post and the links within it.
Please… I want my wrench back!