Mystery Team Page #6

Holden & Charles,

they would have a problem,

we'd move, and we wouldn't

leave until it was fixed.

Okay, okay.

I'll be more specific.

Did your dad have any...

papers?

Where's your buddy?

I-- I don't know.

But, luckily

for all of us,

I brought

Travel Scrabble.

Or, as I like to call it,

Trabble.

Or Scravel.

I'm going to try

and spell Trabble.

You can't.

It's not a real word.

It's the name of the game,

so I think I can--

You can't spell that.

It's not a real word.

All right,

then I'll spell Scravel.

You know what?

Let's just play

Travel Monopoly.

Or, as I like to call it,

Travopoly.

Shut the f*** up.

Where is he?

He said he'd be right back.

Where is he?

Can I ask you something?

Yep. Spill it, skillet.

[whispering]

That was stupid.

You're so stupid, Jason.

Why are you so obsessed

with my parents?

I'm not obsessed.

Brianna came to us

with a dime.

It's our case.

Yeah, but you could have

just told her to go home

and that the police

would handle it.

That's probably

what I would have done.

Yeah, well, you're not

a real detective, so--

Neither are you.

Well,

your sister thinks I am,

and I don't let down

paying customers.

So this is all

over 10 cents?

No. It--

When the Mystery

first set up shop

in my front yard,

we started arguing

about how much to charge

for a mystery.

And then my next door neighbor

Mr. Williamson came over,

and he said,

"It's not about the dime.

It's about the people."

After that, we charged a dime,

and we never changed it

because he was right.

But he's gone now.

He passed?

Hmm? Oh.

No. No. He's in jail.

Yeah.

Something about pictures

of kids on his computer.

I don't know.

Ew. Gross.

The lesson he taught

was still valid.

Brianna

really believes in us.

That doesn't happen

a lot anymore.

Plus, don't you want

to know who did it?

See him

get hauled off to jail?

That's the fun stuff.

Actually, no, I don't.

it was probably

some really sick

or sad person,

And knowing who did it

isn't going to bring

my parents back.

it's not like my bike

got stolen

and you're going to find it

and everything's

going to be okay.

Where are your parents?

They died. What the f***

is wrong with you?

No. No. I--

In the picture.

What?

This is the same picture

from your room, right?

Iphedolene?

What is that?

I don't know.

Extremely toxic.

[vehicle approaches]

Whose van is that?

That's Leroy.

Hide.

If he ain't in here,

you two are dead.

Who's Leroy?

He's uh...

He-- He--

He's a drug dealer.

Why is he chasing you?

Because, uh...

Uh, he-- he wanted

to sell me drugs,

and I said no to drugs.

And he was--

he was steamed at me.

Shh.

Duncan, I want to go home.

This is how my clown

dream starts,

and not the good one.

Maybe we can climb out

one of these windows.

Don't you think we should

wait for Jason?

Forget about Jason, okay?

All Jason cares about

is that stupid case

and that know-it-all

Kelly girl.

Still cold.

Someone was here.

Wait. Wait. Wait. It's me.

Jason.

Yeah.

[screaming]

Jason, it's you.

Charlie!

Why did you do that?

Sorry.

I had a delayed reaction.

[sniveling]

Oh, bubbly bottle caps.

Did you get the papers

you needed?

Yeah. He did.

Hey.

What you got there?

I hope you enjoyed making

your last mistake.

He's going to kill you.

Shut up, Destiny.

Where are you taking us?

How about

you close your mouth?

Hey. Leave her alone.

Sir.

I'm going to shoot you

in the head.

I don't mean

to me a bother,

but could you please

keep your eyes

on the road?

I said shut up!

I'll take the wheel.

Let go!

I can do it.

I'm good at it.

Let go, you c*nt!

Don't call me a b*tch!

Aah!

[brakes screech]

Oww!

F***.

You killed her!

You f***ing--

Run!

Wait! His phone!

What are you doing?

[glass breaks]

Wait. Where's Jason?

Did we lose him?

Keep running!

Aah!

Kelly!

[police siren]

Let's go.

Is Leroy mad at us?

[phone beeps]

Low battery.

Son of a gun.

Hey, that was crazy,

right?

It's not every day

you see someone

smash their head

into a stop sign.

That was weird.

Yeah, what the f***

was that?

What the hell's

going on?

Look, a lot of

crazy stuff happened,

and I'm willing to admit

that we may be a bit

out of our league,

so tomorrow we will

go to the police

and tell them everything.

Thank you.

And thanks for sticking up

for me back there.

That was really stupid

but kind of cool.

Thanks.

To the lumber yard.

Are you kidding me?

You just promised Kelly

we would give it up.

I told Kelly that we would

go to the police tomorrow.

We've still got tonight.

Uhh! Your word play.

Look, the union

is behind this, okay?

Kelly's dad

was hiding that paper,

and then Greg paid Leroy

to get it.

Okay, I don't know

what it means,

but the answer's got to be

at the lumber yard.

A murderer shoved

a gun in my face.

I know, and I appreciate that,

but that document had a lot

of scientific stuff on it,

and I'm going to need

help understanding it.

Definitely a job

for a boy genius.

The last time

somebody said that,

I had to stick my hand

in a toilet.

No toilets. I promise.

Great. Let's roll.

Roll on what?

We lost our bikes.

I've got some extra bikes.

Duncan, the alarm.

Okay.

Bingo. We're in.

Wire's cut.

Oh.

Perfect. Well, we won't

have any interruptions

while we're searching

for clu--

[screaming]

[screaming continues]

Aah!

Shut up!

I'm out.

[Jason]

Hey. Hey.

Wait!

Wait, Duncan.

Duncan.

Hey!

Would you stop?

Two dead bodies, okay?

That's my limit. I'm out.

Okay. Wait. We have to see

this thing through.

Just go to the police

and tell them the union

murdered two people.

But they didn't, okay?

The door was open.

The alarm was cut.

If they had been killed,

there would have been

way more blood.

Why would you kill two people

and leave their bodies

for everyone to find?

If you wanted

someone to find them?

Exactly, okay?

Someone else is behind this.

Would you stop

worrying about that

and start worrying about us?

We almost died back there.

I squeezed a turd for you,

and all you care about

is this mystery.

Well, forget it.

I don't know about you,

but I'd like to make it

to see college next year.

Wait.

College?

Yeah. College.

Y-You're

going to college?

Yes, of course. Aren't you?

No.

You didn't

apply for college?

No. No, I didn't, Duncan.

Charlie, did you?

Yeah. I'm going

to U of M next semester.

What?

U of M?

When did this happen?

Jason, we visited

colleges together.

I thought

it was part of a mystery.

We took the SATs together.

What did you think

that was about?

I don't know. I--

I thought

we were goofing around.

You thought we were

just goofing around?

Yes!

What did you think we were

going to do after high school?

I thought we would open up

our own detective agency

in town.

That's stupid. Jason,

we can't do this forever.

But we've got something

really good here.

Wake up, okay?

Our lives are not

that awesome.

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