SherKrawk_Holmes, a yellow Krawk, and Witson, his pet rock
with glasses and a fake moustache, sat in SherKrawk's room. SherKrawk loved the
famous detective of his namesake, and along with Witson he solved- er, tried to
solve- the toughest cases in Neopia. All that started within 20 feet of him, actually.
SherKrawk wasn't exactly the brightest neopet, and Witson didn't help. It is not
often a good idea to get advice from a rock, after all.
Spung_Sping_Spang, a mutant Blumaroo and SherKrawk's
brother, hopped in. He was like the butler for the family, and incessantly wore
a tattered tuxedo that his uncle, Mrme195, gave to him. Today he carried a large
platter, and on it was a pulsating circular object.
"What's that?" asked SherKrawk suspiciously.
He often dissected his food or disposed of it in other ways, for fear that someone
would poison him.
"Brain Cheese," replied Triple S (as Spung_Sping_Spang
was called). "You know dad's fascination with gross-looking/tasting foods,"
That was very true. Their owner, Mr_Tudoo, loved nastiness. He wasn't like Frankenstein
or anything; he just 'liked the pulsating feeling brain gives as you swallow
it.' A very odd man indeed.
SherKrawk stared at the sloshing cheese slice.
He grabbed his notebook. Memo to self, he wrote with his lucky Yellow Bendy
Pencil. Build a Temple to the Brain Faerie in order to ask for forgiveness for
eating her cheese. He finished writing the note in his untidy scrawl, and gulped
down the cheese. "Mmmmm... Maliciously delicious! C'mon, Witson, let's go downstairs!"
And with that he whisked his granite buddy down to see what his dad was doing.
On the way there, his big brother KingDrack
stopped him. KingDrack was a blue Skeith, and ate all in his path. Whenever
he did eat, however, he fell dead asleep. Right now he was asleep on the stairs,
having eaten a large patch of carpet.
"KingDrack?" said SherKrawk, nudging his giant
brother a little. "You're asleep again!" he yelled, but was drowned out by the
noises in the living room.
"Ahhh!" 'THUD!' Came the noises in the living
room. SherKrawk dashed over the blue behemoth to see what was going on.
When he got there, Mr_Tudoo was on the couch,
unconscious. Triple S and Emerald_Trixter, a purple Koi, were trying to wake
him up. There was actually a print in the carpet that was made by the distressed
"Wait, this'll work!" exclaimed Emerald_Trixter,
and he blasted Mr_Tudoo with a red frost cannon.
"Yeah, that really worked!" shouted Triple S.
"Why not just drop KingDrack on him?"
Yet, for some odd reason, Mr_Tudoo woke up.
He just shot up, face frozen, and ran outside. All the pets just sat there,
staring, until Mr_Tudoo ran back.
"Sorry," said he, smirking. "Had to thaw,"
SherKrawk wasted no time in asking a question.
"How many neggs?"
Mr_Tudoo just looked, confused. Triple S asked
the right question. "Why did you scream?"
Mr_Tudoo screamed and fainted again. When they
finally woke him up, he told them. "A Robot Snorkle. He trotted in, grabbed
my Red Chomby Plushie, and trotted out. That was my cousin's plushie!" he said,
and abruptly fell over again.
"Looks like a good case, Witson," whispered
SherKrawk to his inanimate friend. "Let's go find that Snorkle!" He grabbed
his notebook and pencil, and rushed off to Neopia Central.
SherKrawk walked into the petpet shop. There were hordes of Neopians, all
swarming to get their Buzzers or Warfs, or any other critter. The Usul wasn't
there that day. Instead there was a rather snooty looking red Kyrii, looking
into a golden mirror.
"Excuse me," interrupted SherKrawk. "But have
you sold any Snorkles lately?"
The Kyrii stared at SherKrawk, thoroughly peeved
that she had been interrupted. "Yes, I sell many Snorkles," finally said she,
still looking in the mirror. "Why?"
"Have you sold any robot petpet paint brushes?"
inquired SherKrawk, hoping he was on the right trail.
"No," replied the Kyrii, now almost entirely
ignoring SherKrawk. "I am new here. The old owner is on vacation," and that
was quite obviously meant as the last statement, as she turned around and began
to apply makeup.
"Thank you for your time, miss," finished SherKrawk,
writing down some random information in his notebook. He walked out the door,
Witson in hand, and headed towards the petpet Battledome.
Luckily, SherKrawk didn't need to walk all the
way up to the citadel. Whenever you want to play a game, you simply go to the
games area. SherKrawk walked into a little building, and inside were tons of
teleporters. He stepped into the one labeled 'Petpet Battledome. and pressed
a button. He was instantly teleported to the Darigan Citadel, inside of the
SherKrawk stepped out and walked over to the
Darigan Skeith guarding the exit. "Have any Robot Snorkles walked in here lately?"
The Skeith looked surprised that anyone was
talking to him. He opened his huge jaws, and replied, "Aye, lad. One just came
in 'ere a minute ago. Flashy little feller, 'e was. Beat up evry' petpet in
"Did you see where he went? Or even who his
owner was?" asked SherKrawk.
"No, I didn't," replied the Skeith, concentrating
hard on remembering. "In fact, I'm not to sure he had an owner. Just walked
in, creamed some petpets, and walked out,"
"Thank you for helping," finished SherKrawk,
and wrote down some more information. He walked back into the portal, pressed
a button, and disappeared.
When SherKrawk reappeared, he was in a dark
room. Millions of Dark Faeries and other such evil creatures gathered round
a pedestal, where Dr. Sloth was making a speech. Teleporters made a large noise,
and everyone turned to look. Millions of glowing red and green eyes all store
at him, with such villainous fiends as the Pant Devil and Jhudora glaring.
"Oops," he laughed, a little embarrassed. "Wrong
button," he pressed another, and disappeared, all of the villains staring, shocked,
at where he was not a minute ago.
When SherKrawk got out (this time at the right
stop) he rushed over to the Money Tree. He walked up to the huge wooden wonder,
who was handing presents all around to the greedy pets who got there fastest.
"Excuse me, Mr. Money Tree," called SherKrawk,
trying to get the tree's attention.
"You don't have to call me Mr. Money Tree, little
guy! You can just call me Mr. Money Tree," said the jolly plant. It's a big
step up from 'unable to talk' to 'intelligent', you know.
"Right, so anyway, you're close to the Rainbow
Pool, right? I just wanted to know if you saw any Snorkles being painted robot,"
inquired SherKrawk, holding Witson tightly so no one mistook him for a donation.
"Actually, I saw two. One was carried by a robot
Acara, the other by a Darigan Skeith It's odd, I didn't think they came down
here, but he was. Now if you'll excuse me, I have an Animate Plants convention
to attend," and he put a hat onto his leafy head, grabbed a suitcase, and disappeared
into the soil. A sign saying, "The Money Tree is now closed" popped up from
nowhere, and SherKrawk decided to sum up the clues and end the case.
Back at the NeoHome, SherKrawk sat at his desk, rolling all the clues over
in his head. Witson sat on the desk in front of him, and next to Witson was
the notebook. SherKrawk tapped his pencil on the desk. The drawer fell open,
and a ton of papers and old homework collapsed on the floor.
SherKrawk, however, was not mad. No, far from
it. A grin spread wide across his face, and he grabbed Witson and dashed out
SherKrawk ran all the way to the petpet shop.
He dashed in, and the Red Kyrii was still at the table, looking into the Golden
Mirror. SherKrawk grabbed the phone, and dialed the number of Krawkland Yard.
"Hello, Krawkland Yard?" quickly said he into
the phone. "Get here right away. I've found a thief,"
In less than three seconds, a brigade of Krawks
dashed in and grabbed the red Kyrii. "Arr, laddie," the captain proclaimed.
"You be under arrest! Now show us yer booty, ye scurvy scallywag!"
SherKrawk ran over to the closet and opened
it. The Usul owner fell out, along with over 50 plushies. A robot Acara costume
hung in the closet, and a tiny robot Snorkle hung limp next to a remote control.
The Kyrii was rushed to the jail, but the Captain stayed behind to ask SherKrawk
a few questions.
"Aye, lad, ye done good. But how did you manage
to figure out that thief?" asked the Captain.
"Well, when my dresser drawer fell open, Witson
reminded me of something. In the 247th Caption Competition, El Picklesaur dressed
up as a plushie Chomby. That reminded me that pets and people can hide in costumes
of other pets!"
"Brilliant SherKrawk!" congratulated the Captain.
"Just one thing,"
"How did you know it was her and not the Darigan
"... There was a Darigan Skeith?"