“Exactly. But not just any sauerkraut. This is The Wurst brand. It’s only sold at one place in the city: 'The Hot Dog Hacienda' down on 4th and Main.”
“Frank! Glad you’re here,” Ted beamed. “I’ve analyzed that glove. It’s synthetic. Traces of gunpowder, cheap cologne, and... sauerkraut.” “Sauerkraut? You mean the fermented cabbage?”
Back at the station, we found the motive. The cook was actually a disgraced ventriloquist who blamed mimes for the decline of variety theater. He’d been using the hot dog stand as a front for a global smuggling ring involving illegal clown shoes. Quelli della pallottola spuntata 1x5
I went to lean against my car, missed, and fell into a dumpster. It was just another day on the force.
I pulled up to the pier in a cloud of tire smoke and several flattened cardboard boxes. The crime scene was crawling with cops. I stepped over the yellow tape, which was actually a giant piece of fettuccine left over from the Mayor’s luncheon. “Exactly
The city was a concrete jungle, and I was the guy with the leaf blower. My name is Frank Drebin, Detective Lieutenant, Police Squad. I’d just finished a grueling twelve-hour shift of staring at a blinking cursor on a vending machine when the call came in.
The cook froze. He reached under the counter, but he wasn’t grabbing a bun. I dived over the counter, scattering relish like emerald rain. We tumbled into the kitchen, crashing through a wall of oversized mustard packets. It’s only sold at one place in the
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