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3 Detective Neatfreak was quietly sipping his morning Martian fruit tea when the integrated supergalactic intercom sounded. It startled him so much that he dropped the cup in his hands, and splunk! Half of the tea spilled on the lapel of the jacket of his favorite pink suit. Shaken, he took the call. To his surprise, he saw two kids of 11 or 12 years old, visibly upset, one beautifully attired in a sky blue tutu, the other wearing a designer sweater.
4 “Are you Detective Neatfreak?” “That’s right.” “Are you sure? –We can’t see clearly through the 4RS2.” “Yes, I am sure.”
5 “But you’re jacket’s a dirty mess, you don’t look like a serious detective,” said the 2MT5, with a typical preppy accent. And that’s when Neatfreak lost his temper. “Listen you brat, I have work to do, ok? If you just called to criticize...”
6 Afraid of losing the cheapest detective they could find after hours searching the internet, the 4RS2 hurried to explain the reason for the call. It all started with an essay about her favorite hobbies. She had thought of a perfect text that explained her daily routine of hours in the dance studio, the emotion she felt when the music played, and the sensation of feeling free when she danced. She set out to write it down, as she usually did, in delicate prose, without any spelling mistakes, with perfectly defined margins and the neatest presentation in the whole Solar System.
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8 But oh dear! When she grabbed her pencil there was no way. As much as she tried, what she wanted to write did not come out that way on the paper. “The ballet teacher is an idiot who makes smelly farts in the middle of class,” the paper began. 4Rs2 didn’t get it.
9 She had started, rather, with “The ballet teacher is an inspiration for all of the students.� She tried to erase the words, but the only thing that she accomplished was to make a mess on the page. She took a fresh sheet of paper, and another and another. All night long she tried to finish her homework, but when it was time to go to school, all she had was pages and pages filled with scribbles.
10 When she got to school, as pale as a statue (it was the first time that she went to school without having her homework finished), she found that the whole class was upset. It turned out that she wasn’t the only one having problems. When they explained what had happened to the teacher, she didn’t believe them. She thought that the whole class plotted to not do their assignment. If that had been true, ok, but it had been a week that each time they tried to write, the words they put on the paper were not the ones that they had written.
11 And even worse: they were goofoffs who upset the teacher. They had so many suspensions that they wouldn’t have passed even if they managed to get all As for a month!
12 “Detective Neatfreak, we have to show that it’s not our fault! If not, my parents will never buy me the latest model supergalactic integral intercommunicator. It has some super cool new apps,” pleaded 2MT5. When he hung up, Detective Neatfreak was willing to devote all of his expertise to the case. Too bad he was pretty incompetent. But luckily, he had an assistant who wouldn’t let him fail. Notembrutis pressed the hypercinchedastralbelt button that instantly changed his
13 clothes. Clean again and determined to win the fight, he shouted: “Pinky, come here! We have a case to solve!�
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