The Missing Fish Gravy
The rain fell like tiny percussionists on the windowpane, punctuating the dramatic tension within the Fuzz & Sadbot Detective Agency. The office smelled faintly of burnt toast, old velvet, and olf fish gravy. In the corner, a golden bowl sat conspicuously empty.
Mr. Fuzz, humanoid black cat of everything, perched majestically atop the velvet-trimmed desk. His monocle gleamed ominously. “Sadbot,” he said, voice low and ominous, “the fish gravy is gone. Vanished. Disappeared. And I will find it.”
Sadbot, humanoid robot, hunched and melancholy, pencils poised in hand like miniature javelins, scanned the room. “Probability of theft: 93.7%. Culprit: unknown. Potential motives: hunger, mischief, or metaphysical experimentation.”
Mr. Fuzz’s fur ruffled like a storm cloud. “Unknown is not enough. Unknown is an affront to civilization itself!”
The Investigation Begins
The detectives began their meticulous work. Every clue, no matter how small, was treated with unparalleled seriousness.
- Clue #1: A smear of fish gravy on the countertop.
- Clue #2: A faint smell of tuna near the windowsill.
- Clue #3: The rubber duck, innocently watching, suspiciously upright.
“We start with the obvious suspects,” said Mr. Fuzz. “Rubber ducks are cunning. They float. They witness everything.” “Agreed,” said Sadbot. “But we must not discount sentient appliances. Dishwashers in particular are known for their stealth and sudsy subterfuge.”
Mr. Fuzz leaned back, tail flicking dramatically. “Indeed. And we will interrogate the sock drawer next. Socks are notorious accomplices.”
The Suspects
- The Rubber Duck
Mr. Fuzz fixed the duck with a piercing stare.“Tell me everything, waddle-boy. Did you see who took the gravy?”The duck blinked. Silence. - The Vacuum Cleaner
Sadbot pointed a pencil like a baton.“The vacuum has suspiciously moved. Observe: carpet fibers displaced. Noise levels unusually low. Highly likely to be a diversion.”Mr. Fuzz hissed. “Vacuum, state your allegiance.” - The Laundry Drawer
Sadbot’s sensors picked up subtle vibrations. “Sock presence detected. One gray sock is unaccounted for. Potential accomplice in fish gravy disappearance.” - Mr. Fuzz scribbled notes in invisible ink, fully aware that invisibility increases dramatic tension.
- The vacuum hummed ominously.
Detective Technology
Sadbot unveiled their newest invention:
- The Pencil Trajectory Analyzer: Launches pencils to mark the exact path of potential thieves.
- The Gravy Residue Detector: Smells, scans, and philosophically evaluates fish gravy particles.
- The Sock Alignment Grid: Measures sock angles to determine inter-dimensional wormhole activity.
“We are ready,” said Sadbot. “The perpetrators will not escape logic, gravity, or culinary justice.”
Escalation
Hours passed. Mr. Fuzz interrogated every object in the office: rubber duck, vacuum, sock, even a teapot, which he accused of harboring secret loyalties. Pencils flew. Fish gravy drips glowed mysteriously in the corner.
Suddenly, a revelation: a single drop of gravy, glistening like a diamond on the hardwood.
“It begins,” whispered Mr. Fuzz.
“And it will end… in justice,” intoned Sadbot, launching a pencil at a sock as though it were a missile.
The Culprit Revealed
After exhaustive interrogation, gravity-defying analysis, and a heated debate on the ethics of sentient kitchen appliances, the culprit emerged.
It was… the roommate.
“I thought it was just leftover lunch,” admitted the human, sheepishly holding the golden bowl.
Mr. Fuzz’s tail lashed. Sadbot tilted his head.
“A minor disruption in the timeline, yet catastrophic in philosophical significance,” said Mr. Fuzz. “Yes,” said Sadbot, “but at least the gravy is accounted for. Justice… of a sort… has been served.”
The detectives cleaned the office. The gravy was replaced in the golden bowl. The pencils were returned to their launching docks.
“Case closed,” said Mr. Fuzz. “But remember, Sadbot, the universe is full of missing gravies and vanishing socks. We must remain vigilant.” “Agreed,” said Sadbot, solemnly. “Tomorrow, we investigate the case of the suspiciously quiet catnip drawer.”
Outside, the rain continued to fall, utterly indifferent to the gravity of the Fuzz & Sadbot Detective Agency, while Mr. Fuzz tasted the new gravy. It was – satisfactory. They could keep the human roommate.
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