The Great Escape

All had been quite at 221b Baker Street.  Monty Moriarty and Ramble DeAmble were securely locked up.  Harlow Holmes suddenly had time to endeavor in one of her favorite hobbies - stick chewing - and I found myself with time to catch up on reading.  It was during one of these lazy days that I discovered news most disturbing. 

Monty Moriarty escapes!!

Monty Moriarty was indeed a mastermind!  How had he escaped?  I was worried about having to once more face the diabolical Moriarty. 

Diabolical, indeed!

In a panic I rushed to Harlow Holmes and gave her the paper to read.  She read it, and then looked sadly at me.  She was in a pique, due to the fact the paper left out one "great" and could not be bothered.

Leave me to dis stick, da Momma!

I decided I should be the one to help detectives and, after donning my coat, left the warm house and ventured out into the rain.  In no time at all I was at the crime scene and studying the clues left behind.  The detectives had already marked the clues, and were eager to show me what they had found.  I will lay them out for you here, so that you may study them along side me.

Of course, the scene of the crime had been carefully documented, and it was apparent Moriarty had escaped by tunneling under the secure walls.

Unfortunately, the guards had to block the route and compromised the crime scene.

The next clue the detectives insisted was important, but I wasn't sure how it tied to the case...

Wood?  Why was there wood at the crime scene?

I suddenly remembered Moriarty's accomplice, Ramble DeAmble, also serving time for assisting his friend.  DeAmble was well known for his love of imported wood, and was often seen with a piece between lip and gum.  I added him to the list of suspects to question.

Ramble DeAmble!

I mentioned DeAmble's name to the detectives and they added nodded gravely, agreeing that he was indeed a person of interest.  They then mentioned another fellow, whom they believed was working on the outside to help Moriarty escape. 

Only known as "Major" - this fellow could be trouble!

We decided to quickly finish processing the clues - we needed to find Moriarty!

The next clue - someone tried to destroy evidence!

We believe this was how Moriarty was getting messages to his accomplice on the outside.  However, there wasn't much left to determine what was said.  How I wish Harlow Holmes were here - she'd know a way!

One of the detectives called me over, having just discovered a pawprint in the mud by the gate.

Hmmmm....

After careful deliberations, we determined that the footprint was from a single suspect, with carefully manicured nails, who would be wearing a size 1 shoe, if he wore shoes at all.  These were Moriarty's pawprints! Ramble DeAmble and Major were cleared!

Cleared!

With a sigh, I looked out across the country side.  Where was Monty Moriarty?  ...and just what was he planning?

He could be anywhere!

It was then I noticed Harlow Holmes standing on the edge of the crime scene.  She looked at me, her face serious and grave.  I knew now that she was on the case. 

Are you ready for the chase, da Momma Watson?

I straightened my coat and went to stand beside her.  Harlow Holmes would once again face her greatest adversary, Monty Moriarty, and I only hoped that I would be of some assistance.

To be continued....

A Moment of Mayhem

Many of you have mentioned in the comments of our previous posts that you would like to know just what mischief the boys got themselves into that almost prevented us from taking them with. Well, we are prepared to reveal to you the horrible events that unfolded yesterday morning. Please, be prepared, you have been warned.

First of all, a photo of the accused. On the left, Sam aka "The Shredder", and on the right Monty, aka "Mr Mayhem". Oh, yes, we've been aware of these two for some time. They have quite a history with our detectives. Don't be fooled by their innocent faces.


Next, we take you to the scene of this horrific crime. Let me take you back. It's a peaceful Arizona morning in a small, quiet suburb. Life is going on as usual. However, on this particular morning, one Doggy Mom makes the decision to wash the slipcovers of the doggy beds. She piles the inner cushions on the pool room sofa, throws the covers in the washer, and begins preparing for the days planned events. Somewhere between 8am and 9am, this horrific crime occurred. I now present you with photos from the crime scene.

Exhibit A - This photo clearly shows the cotton spatter after the horrific attack occurred. On the top left of the photo, you can see the body of the first victim.


Exhibit B - Prosecutors would like to point out the cotton spatter went as high as the pool table.


And our final argument, Exhibit C - The victims have been removed from the scene of the crime. They were rushed to ER, but nothing could be done to help them at this point.


"It could be anyone," you say? Our surveillance teams captured footage of one of the suspects returning to the scene of the crime. Even though this photo is a bit blurry, it is undeniable proof of who the culprits are.

The Yorkie

Sam decided to dedicate his life to taking down The Yorkie. After his release from prison, he went back to school and recieved his diploma. It wasn't easy. He was an outsider and he knew it. They wouldn't let him forget. He heard them talking about him and his past. He kept to himself, he had a goal and would stop at nothing to reach it.

After graduation, he spent his days watching the yard, trying to find a pattern, a clue.

He quickly identified The Yorkie's number one man, Lefty. Lefty had earned his knickname one dark night during a fight. His left ear had been cut off. The one who did it was never seen again. Lefty carried out all The Yorkie's dirty work. Sam decided he needed to take Lefty out of the picture. He needed help. He needed someone who had seen that life, and knew how it all worked from the inside.

He needed Mr. Tibbitts.

The confinement continues...

Sam recalls a time when he ran free, before they contained him to life on the leash. He recalls a time when he was free to run and play... but, that was before...

...before he committed his crime...

...a crime he was framed for...

...a crime committed by The Yorkie...

He pauses here, and talks instead of his day in court. He doesn't want to talk about the crime, or his connection to The Yorkie. He focuses instead on the tie he wore that day, and the conversation turns away from the jail and his imprisonment. He laughs at the tie, supplied by his lawyer. "...it was red, with little cars," he says fondly. What dog doesn't like cars?