Brand New Mini Cooper

Charlie and Melody were in the front seats of Charlie's new Mini Cooper.    Mark was in the back seat.  Mark was eating something garlicky.

Charlie thought he was really cool. He wanted to be Melody's boyfriend.  Melody wanted to be on television.  Mark wanted to be Melody's boyfriend, too.  He also wanted an iPhone and a some new sneakers.  He wanted to go to Cancun.

"You better not spill whatever it is you're eating," Charlie threatened.

"I think its hummus," Melody said.

"You better not spill any of that hummus, Mark," Charlie yelled.

Mark rolled his eyes.  Melody thought about trying out for that new reality show on MTV.

Frozen Foods

I was dawdling in the frozen food section yet again.  I have to keep moving.  As long as I keep moving no one will suspect me of being a creep or a moron.  I can't believe how many different kinds of ice cream there are.  What exactly does slow churned mean?

Tower of Jell-O

Julia was in the kitchen trying to break her own record for the tallest tower of Jell-O.  She had managed twenty-five inches on Flag Day, but was now going for twenty-seven.

Marked walked in the front door.  He was wearing a bathing suit and a cowboy hat.  He looked distressed.

"Someone stole our mailbox!" he exclaimed.

"Don't shout.  This requires complete concentration."

"But the mailman won't have anyplace to put the mail."

"Who cares?  We just get bills anyway."

"I am expecting an important letter from Edmund Brown," Mark said as he removed his hat and ran his fingers through his thick blond hair.

"Who is Edmund Brown?"

"He is the Attorney General of California."

"Just put something else out there for the mail.  Like a basket or a bucket."

"A mailbucket?  It just won't work."

Suddenly, Julia's tower tipped and splashed onto the floor, covering Mark's naked feet with raspberry Jell-O.  Julia glared at Mark.

Mark put his hat back on.  "I think that there are some laws of physics that you just can't fight."

Evidence

When Franklin arrived in his office he discovered a mysterious carpet stain close to his door. It was reddish brown and approximately the size of a slice of white bread. The shape of the stain resembled the State of Maryland.

Gordon was walking down the hall carrying a file box full of ping pong balls.

"Hey Gordon, what do you think this is?" Franklin said gesturing toward the stain.

Gordon put the box on Franklin's chair. "Looks like a blood stain."

"Blood stain!"

Gordon got on his knees to get a closer look. "I've watched a lot of CSI. This is definitely a blood stain."

Franklin got down next to him and smelled it. "I don't know. It smells like barbeque sauce."

Gordon extended his index finger as if he were going to touch the stain.

"For God's sake, don't touch it!" Franklin shouted.

"Maybe we should call the police," Gordon suggested.

"We'd look pretty foolish if it turned out to be a food stain."

"This could be evidence of a crime. Assault. Murder."

"Or the night guard dropped his burger."

Gordon got up and shrugged. "I would call security at least." He picked up his box of ping pong balls and left.

Franklin got up. "It's probably just barbeque saunce," he whispered to himself.

The rest of the day Franklin could not help staring at the stain. He also wondered what Gordon was doing with a box full of ping pong balls. There must have been hundreds in there.