So, the other day while watching American Idol, I heard a knock on my door. This really ticked me off. I hate when people knock when there’s a perfectly good doorbell that I paid like 500 bucks to put in. So I got up, grabbed my lawyer and opened the door. There was no one there. Probably because they heard me scream “I swear, if it’s you darn kid’s again, I’m going to sue your sorry butts.” Anyways, I looked down, sitting there on my unwelcome mat, was this really elaborate thing, it was an old looking piece of paper with a map on it. I am single; I live alone, and am unemployed, so I have all the time in the world. I started to investigate what this map led to. As it turns out, it was a map of my property and my house. The fact that somebody knows all this, including the intricate detail of my air vent system, was really creepy to me. A normal, boring person would have called the police at this point, but I am not normal. So I followed the map. The first clue said, “Hey stupid, go look in the fishbowl”
This made me mad because I haven’t had a fish ever since Deadly Plague exploded in my apartment. But sure enough, there was a fish in my old fishbowl. I approached it carefully. It stared at me with those dumb little eyes. “I am going to flush you down the toilet” I said to the stupid looking fish. “IF YOU DARE” it yelled back. Suddenly it jumped out of the tank and turned into a dove, which somehow pooped out a confetti popper, and then flew out the window. “You can’t be serious” I said as I ran for cover. There was a furious explosion that sounded like an angry old man yelling at children who refuse to get off of his lawn. My living room was ruined, there is absolutely no way my vacuum cleaner will be able to revive it. This is why I hate pets. After I was sure that everything was safe, I went back into the room. For some reason it smelled like cookies and the fish tank was completely devoid of confetti. I looked in the little treasure chest inside the tank and found a clue. This is so getting so cliché. Anyways, it told me to look in the attic; I went ahead and followed its directions. You will never guess what I found.
It was an entire litter of raccoons with little staffs and mage robes. Wizard raccoons, really, luckily I had my necronomicon with me, I banished the evil raccoons to the domain of traveling salesmen and high income taxes. And of course, I discovered that they were performing evil rituals and stuff. Also, they had somehow managed to steal my identity and credit card info and used it to pay for their own internet website to recruit even more raccoons to ruin my attic. As I proceeded to inspect their little alter to some weird deity that to me, looked like a trashcan, I saw the big “Help wanted to destroy the lives of people who ignore their attic space” poster. It was alarming how excellent the raccoon’s penmanship was. However, I lost all respect when I saw that right next to it there was a Justin Bieber poster. Disappointed, I turned around to leave. That is when I remembered that there was another clue. I began to search for it, and then I remembered the JB poster. I went back to it and flipped it over. There it was; a clue. For some reason it was written in 14 point, Wingdings font. How these raccoons managed to handwrite in a specific font size and language is beyond my understanding, besides, it’s probably not important. Anyways I was lucky, as I took a class on deciphering this language. It took me some time to examine and decrypt the oddly written note, but what I discovered surprised me, and was worth going through this whole ordeal. It told me to go outside and ring the doorbell. This simple task sounded easy enough, so I did it. As it turns out, the doorbell didn’t work. I was completely amazed, stricken by this baffling mystery, I was speechless. They could have simply told me that my doorbell didn’t work, but instead they went and did this really elaborate thing.
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