Skipper felt lost. He had been looking in the small, 7 bedroom Motel for 3 hours straight, Marlene should've been there, because she didn't have the car, Skipper did, and he DID see Private Bates heading to his large, Victorian, ہوم when he left to drive. He decided to call Detective Kowalski Arbogast to see if there was any foul play made. After dialing the numbers, 555-555-Genius, Skipper waited, he waited for another 6 hours. In that time, Skipper found a bloody trail of foot prints in Marlene's room, leaving the شاور stall, walking through the carpeted floor, out the door, down to the lobby, but it didn't stop there, they went upstairs a tall porch just to climb up a hill, but at this point, he couldn't tell where they went due to the elements washing the prints away. All Skipper knew was, if the kidnapper, یا murderer, left 3-toed tracks in the ground, that had the toes pointed, this had to mean that the murderer was a species of bird. 'If the footprints end here, then that means they went to Private's house, یا into the surrounding swamps and woods. 'Are آپ sure the genus of the killer isn't in the Sphenisciformes group?' asked Kowalski after arrival.
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'The what group?!' asked Skipper. 'Sphenisciformes, the common Penguin,' answered Kowalski. 'Then that leaves the instant elimination of Marlene simply dying of natural cause, suicide, and simply leaving,' stated Skipper. 'Are there any other penguins here besides us Skipper?' asked Kowalski. 'Yeah, Private Bates, and his Mother,' کہا Skipper. 'Wait a second, on my work shift, I was carrying papers to a crime scene in Dallas, when I drove past Private's house, I saw a female penguin, old and frail, waving her flipper at me from her two-story window, we must ask Private if we could سوال his mother,' replied Kowalski, scribbling out possibilities on his notes. 'Well he is at his ڈیسک right now, let's go!!' shouted Skipper. When they reached Private's desk, Skipper lunged at Private, pressing his body against the wall, but this time, مزید gently. 'Alright Private!! Where is your mother?! I'd like to ask her some questions!!' barked out Skipper. 'You can't ask her questions, she's sick today, she wrote on the note at the door that she has laryngitis. So she can't speak,' stammered Private. 'Oh, how tragic, any way we can comunicate with her then?' asked Kowalski. 'Yes, she has a Facebook, so آپ can talk to her online. There's wi-fi at this motel in the utility room, she's always logged in,' کہا Private. 'Now I gotta go get some piping equipment for the motel, the lobby is flooding fast!! Call my numbah if آپ need anything!!' yelled Private, running out the door. 'So do آپ have a Facebook?' asked Kowalski. 'No, and آپ don't either, Marlene's sister does though, Lily, is her name,' answered Skipper.
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Lily had come late to the questioning, she was saddened with grief to realize her sister, and her children's young aunt, was missing, so she quickly rushed to the scene, but got stuck in traffic. 'Can آپ log into your Facebook account please?' asked Kowalski. 'Sure, I need to know where my sister is, otherwise we won't have a proper funeral if she is dead..' Lily had spoken quietly. She then turned on Private's computer, logged into the 'Guest' system, then she typed her code into Facebook and got signed in. 'Alright I'm in, what is her username?' asked Lily. She then paused, and looked at the note on the desk, it read: My mum's نام کا صارف is A_Bates45. She prefers sending messages via inbox. -Private. 'Oh, nevermind then,' giggled Lily. She went to the username, and wrote: Do آپ know who Marlene is? And where is she?' asked Lily on the message. A message came back, it read: Yes, I know who she is, but she's apparently gone. When Lily read that, she replied with some frustration: Gone as in dead?And do آپ know any suspicious looking item that could kill someone here? She waited for 3 minutes, finally, the message came back: Yes, and look in my son's desk, آپ might find suspicious stuff, and don't تلاش my home, I can't recover if آپ invade on me, goodbye. 'The status says signed out, alright, we're searching in Private's ڈیسک then we continue the investigation tomorow,' کہا Lily.
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They searched the ڈیسک for anything that could've caused death. The group found some, a letter-opener/knife, a pistol with no bullets, and a rusty old rifle, but the رائفل was already eliminated, because it looked collectible, rather than deadly. 'Ello investigators I'm-' was all Private could say before he was pushed against the دیوار سے طرف کی Kowalski and Skipper, very roughly. 'What's the meaning of this govnah?!' asked Skipper, getting ready to hurt Private if he needed to. 'Meaning of what?! I did nothing Skippah I swear!!!' yelled Private. 'What's with these weapons then Private?!' asked Kowalski. 'The چھری is for opening letters!!! And the pistol I just use to scare away robbers!! It has no bullets anyways!!' yelled Private, kicking around and trying to loosen their grip so that he could breathe. 'He might be telling the truth, Skipper, release him, he's dry of evidence. 'Fine then!!' yelled Skipper, shoving him down to the floor. 'And my mum made me chocolates, but now آپ can't have any, I should've suspended your stay here!!' yelled Private, eating a bite from his chocolates, 'Mmmmm... Mum makes yummy chocolates for mine to enjoy and love....' Kowalski then tried to tackle Private, but Private just crammed the sugary sweets in his beak and swallowed them down.