Emma Lazar is a thirteen-year old writer who participated and completed the summer 2026 Story Before Time Writing Challenge. Her short story, The Adventures of Cherry P.I., is a hilarious collection of mysterious cases in a dinosaur and dessert-filled community.
Read Emma’s story below:
Introduction
Hi, I’m Cherry. I work in Triassic Town as a Prehistoric Investigator. You will find, in this book, five of my most odd and exciting adventures. Many things will happen and you will meet many more people, but they aren’t all human. If you can not handle thieving snacks, dinosaur architects, salon owners, chefs, pilots, and other mysterious, and delicious characters, then close this book and return it to the shelf.
Love Cherry, P.I.
Chapter 1: The Egg-ceptional Heist
It was a Friday when Pterry D. Actyl swooped into my office. “My wife’s eggs!” he exclaimed, “they have been stolen!” This happens all the time, so I wasn’t too surprised. “How many?” I asked. “148” he answered calmly. This took me by surprise. About five minutes later, I heard a thump. A. Patty Saurus was stuck in the doorway! “Help!” she said, “my eggs have been stolen!” More? I was intrigued. “How many?” I asked, having deja vu. “302” she answered, finally getting unstuck. I leave my cozy cave-office and get just past the “Cave Sweet Cave” mat when I am stopped by Great-Grandma Maya Saura. “All 3 generations of my eggs have been stolen!” she says. I try to keep count and ask, “how many?” She says, “2,222.” My brain can barely do math that big. With 2,S72 eggs on the line, I set off to my accomplice Bear Claw’s house.
Bear Claw lives in a neighborhood called TreeTopolis, with all the flying creatures. Bear meets me at the bottom of his ladder. “I need your help,” I say and explain the situation. “Mike R. O’Rapter just moved in a couple treehouses away,” he suggests, “maybe we should interview him?” “Great idea, Bear,” I reply, “let’s rock and roll!” We run over to Mike’s house and slam open the door. I see some eggs shells and go over to examine them. “What have you done with the eggs!” Bear demands. “I haven’t done nothin’ with no eggs!” Mike said, “but how many?” “2,S72,” I answered. His eyes light up with hunger. “Tell me if you find them,” he says, licking his lips, “I might drop by.” “Suuuure,” I answered and jumped off the balcony.
We take the scenic trail to our next suspect, listening to the non-stolen Actyl kids squawking. After a while, Bear asks me where we are going and why I told Mike about the eggs. “To see Tru O’Don, my nutty friend. And they were the wrong egg shells,” I answer, “Omnivors eat EVERYTHING.” We sneak into Cretaceous College. “Wow,” Bear marvels, “I didn’t go to college, but I wish I had.” With its high, volcanic ceiling and lava heaters, who wouldn’t love CC. “The race before us was a race of giant horseshoe crabs called…” is all I heard of Ms. O’Don’s history lecture before I pulled her aside. “Tru, I need to ask you a few questions,” I ask, “where were you last night?” She blushes and answers, “I was on a date with Dean Onykus. We got chicken salads at Ann Kylosaurus’ Gourmet Salads.” “Are you sure you didn’t get EGG salad?” I retorted. “No!” She said, “I’m allergic!”
I sulked back home, having yet another dead end. On the way, I passed the news studio where Titan O. Boa is broadcasting live. “The mysssstery of the sssstolen eggssss remainssss unssssloved,” he says, “the four victimssss are not happy. Alberta Ssssaurussss, the Actyl family, A. Patty Ssssaurussss, and Maya Ssssaura. When will our beloved Cherry
P.I. figure it out? Thissss issss Titan O. Boa, ssssigning off.” Then I figured it out! I ran as fast as I could to the Saurus Salon and I burst in just as Therazina Saurus was getting her nails done. “Cherry!” Alberta says, “you scared me! I could have been impaled!” She was referring to Therazina’s 5 foot long nails. “Sorry,” I say, “but Titan O. Boa is going to steal your eggs!” There was a collective gasp. “Albert!” Alberta says, “he is alone at home protecting our eggs!” We hear a mighty battle filled with roars and hisses. I run out of the salon, then over the river and through the woods to Alberta’s house I go. I push back ferns, horns, and saber-tooth monkey hands, then I hear a whoosh. “Need a lift?” Pterry is there! I hop on his back and we take to the skies. I see Titan slithering through the town with a sack of eggs on his back. I instruct Pterry to get low over the snake. I jump off and wave him away. I use my trench coat to make a sack full of animal pelts, then switch out the to sacks. I throw the full egg sack to Albert. Perfect timing, too, because we have reached the Cave of Eggs. We are not alone, there are 49 police men, one for every foot of the thief. “What! Thissss issss all a huge missssundersssstanding! I’m innocent!” Titan pleaded “Tell it to the judge!” Police officer Pat A. Choux said, “innocent is spelled with a ‘c’.” I counted the eggs and wonder why he stole ALL of those eggs. “Officer, I would like to interview the thief,” I said. He left for a little while and Titan and I talked.
Me: “Why did you steal so many eggs?” Titan: “ I wanted some kids.”
Me: “But why so many?”
Titan: “Being a dad can make one hungry.” Me: “Officer take him away.”
Pat: “My pleasure.”
Titan is still pleading innocence while getting dragged in front of judge E. Claire. As I walk past Cretaceous College and TreeTopolis, I think about Alberta Saurus’ home. I meet up with Edmon Tosaurus, the town’s architect and construction supervisor. We talk a little while and he agrees to build the Saurus’ new house free of charge and I leave for home. When I get back to the office, I see something peculiar on my desk. I call up Bear Claw, “Bear, we have a new case.”
Chapter 2: The Missing Assistant (and Pat)
“Terribly sorry, love,” responds Bear Claw’s assistant Julie Roll, “but Mr. Claw is not home.” “What?!” I said, “I was with him 10 minutes ago!”
“My apologies. Miss. He left very suddenly.” I hung up and ran to the police office to get some help and saw Pat A. Choux was gone, too! Intrigued, I explored Pat’s pristine office. I see he left his sunscreen, which is not good in a heat wave, as well as noting his snow clothes are missing. I then go to Bear’s house in TreeTopolis, but before I can get inside I am stopped by Pterry D. Actyl.
“Ms. Tart,” he said, “Q. Coatlus is gone!” I looked around and saw overflowing trash everywhere! Where could our amazing trashwoman have gone? I said goodbye to Pterry and went to explore Bear’s house.
Bear’s house was a mess, to say the least. There were mountains of laundry, piles of paper, and a lake of soda. One thing stood out, a receipt floating on the lake for 5 boxes of hot chocolate at the General Store. None of the clues worked…who wore snowboots in the middle of a heat wave?! In one last attempt for clues that made sense, I went over to the dump.
It. Was. Beautiful. There were old glass bottles made into suncatchers, knitted blankets, rainbow yarn, and a template for giant wing warmers that was printed yesterday. One other thing caught my eye, a poster for Ice Age Island. I went there for vacation last week and it was freezing. On Q’s calendar I saw two dates marked in red, August 1st and 8th. They said
Drop-off Choux and Pick-up Choux. I knew where Pat and Bear were now, but where Q was remained a mystery. Luckily, I live for mystery. I can’t do this on my own though. I ask Pterry for a lift to Ice Age Island. “Anything for you, Ms. Tart, you found my wife’s eggs!” So I climb on his back and we take to the skies.
When I got to Ice Age Island, I went straight to the Prehistoric Investigator’s office. I walked in and was met with a huge hug.
“CHERRY TART,” yelled Blueberry P.I., my little sister. “Blueberry!” I embrace her in a giant hug. “It’s been too long.”
We talk a little: she tells me about her mysteries, I tell her about the eggs. She tells me about some baby mammothes, I tell her about Q. “Wait,” she says after I say why I’m here, “tell me all the clues.” So I tell her about the wing warmers, calendar, and missing knitting needles. “Well, tomorrow is the 8th, maybe she will come back?” Blueberry suggests.
“Good idea, I’m going to go search just in case, though,” I say. But suddenly I am attacked! RAWR!!!!! Two ferocious, but adorable, baby saber-tooth tigers jump on me.
“Tootie! Fruitie! Off!” yells Blueberry, then she takes Tootie while Fruitie stays firmly planted on my head. “Sorry” *pant* “Ms. Tart” *pant* “we just” *pant* “came back” *pant* “from the mammoth” *pant* “mystery.” Blueberry’s assistant, Tira Misu, says before taking a nap in her chair. I say goodbye to Blueberry P.I. and actually leave.
On my way to the hotel, I passed a very angry lady saying something like “Patrick Anderson Choux! When I get my hands… Never again… You’ll regret it!” She stomps past me to the police office and I follow. I used my keen intellect to deduce that Patrick Anderson Choux is Pat A. Choux. Sure enough, Pat and Bear Claw come out holding mugs of hot cocoa! Bear looks my way before whispering something in Pat’s ear, grabbing the rest of the hot cocoa, and heading my way. Pat and Patty are in a very heated conversation when Bear gets over to me.
“Thanks for picking me up,” he said, “Q never came.”
“Well I didn’t even know you were here!” I said, “you didn’t tell me where you were! Or Julie either!”
“Sorry about that,” he responded, “Pat wanted to take a boys trip so he couldn’t take Patty and he invited me instead. We left very suddenly.”
“Oh,” I say, “okay well we need to find Q. I know she is here…” “I don’t see her,” Bear interjects.
“No, not here with us, here on this island.”
“Ohhhhhhh. Let’s rock and roll!” he says as he runs off. “Hey! That’s my line!” I exclaimed as I ran after him.
We explored the resort: the pool, the spa, the hotel, and the cruises. There was no sign of Q anywhere. Just when I was about to head back over to Triassic Town, I found a trail of rainbow yarn and a pair of large knitting needles. I brought out my trusty magmafying glass and followed the thin trail up mountains, down mountains, in lakes, out of lakes, and to… the dump!
We ran in and found Q talking to Sabe R. Tooth-Tiger. “We are fresh out of knitting needles, but we have some chopsticks, sticks, and baseball bats.” Sabe pitched to Q.
“Thanks, I think the chopsticks would work the best.”
“Or you can use these” I say, holding up Q’s knitting needles.
“Oh! Thank you sooo much, my wings were sooo cold!” Q exclaimed and took her knitting needles. “What are you doing here Cherry?” Q asked as we went to pick up the Chouxs.
“I’m here looking for you!” I exclaimed, “the streets of Triassic Town are covered in trash.” “Sorry,” she replied, “it felt so nice here and I just stayed on the roof of the hotel.”
When we picked up Pat and Patty, they were chatting like nothing ever happened. On the way back, Bear told me an odd story. One I had to write down. Beware, in this next chapter, Bear tells me a lot of tall tales. If this story does not make sense, it is not my fault. If you like mammoths and assistants, you’ll enjoy this.
Chapter 3: The Assistants’ Adventure
Hi, my name is Bear Claw. I have been D.P.I. (Deputy Prehistoric Investigator) of Triassic Town for about 2 years. This is what happened when I tried to take my first vacation.
I flew Q Coatlus and Pat A. Choux to Ice Age Island. (You flew?!) Well, I didn’t actually fly. I was on Q’s back…but I was basically flying. Anyway, we landed in front of the police office because Pat wanted to feel at home on vacation. Then, the most beautiful detective I’d ever seen burst in…Tira Misu.
“Pete! Cal! Are you here?!” she yelled as her pet tigers, Fruitie and Tootie explored.
“I don’t know a Pete but I do know a Pat,” I said. “I’m Bear Claw, D.P.I. to Cherry Tart, 2 years running. This Pat A. Choux, he’s a really old police officer.”
“Fine, let’s see what you can do,” she said.
She explained the mystery as I showed off HUGE muscles (what muscles?). She said this week is the 7,034th Ice Cream Festival. Wool E. Mammoth planned an amazing first day: a party, a milkshake pool, and a giant ice cream cake from Cari Bou’s Creamery. But when everyone was swimming in the pool, the deed was done. The Ice Cream Cake disappeared! There were 2 sets of tracks around the table on which the cake previously stood. Large circles, small circles, paws, and hooves.
“I know the circles are mammoth prints. We should start there,” she said.
“Let’s rock and roll!, ” I responded (Hey! That’s my line!). Tira then pointed me in the right direction and we all ran towards the mammoth’s home.
When we got there, Wool was crying Wooly was making dinner, and the kids were running around chasing Tootie and Fruitie. We talked to Wool to see what his story was, but he was crying. When we asked him what was wrong, he said”Everyone was blaming me” *cries* because I kept commenting on how good the cake looked!.” Then he continued to cry so we interrogated Wooly.
“Where were you the night of the murder!” I demanded.
“What murder?!” she said. “Ohhhh, the disappearance of the cake? I was watching the kids get all sticky in the pool.”
“Thank you,” Tira Misu said then walked out the door and walked towards Cari Bou’s Creamery.
The sign on the door said “Closed for Quality Test.” Even though the sign clearly stated the store was closed, Tira pushed through the doors…and straight into Cari licking frosting off an ice cream cake. A chocolate ice cream cake. Ah Ha!” I exclaimed while Tootie and Fruitie joined Cari in licking the cake.
“You, Mrs. Cari Bou, are going to jail for the theft of the Ice Cream Festival Cake!” I reached for my handcuffs (Hoove-cuffs?) before Tira took them and started questioning her.
“What were you doing at 3:00 PM yesterday?”
“I was swimming in the milkshake pool, of course.”
“What proof do you have?”
Then Cari pulled a picture of her in the pool dated July 31, 7,034th Annual Ice Cream Festival. “What number festival is this?” asked Pat. Tira responded by leaving the creamery and heading towards the police office.
“Let’s regroup,” she said. “We know all the mammoths and Cari are clear…”
“So that just leaves anyone with paws,” Pat finished. “But you will have to solve it, I have to call Patty, she is going to be really mad.” he said, then walked solemnly into the office.
“Follow me,” Tira said as she ran out of the office and to The Pawed Pub. While there, we talked to Sabe R. Tooth, Short-Faced Bear, and Cave’ Lion, all which had genuine alibis. Then Di R. Wolf came up to us and told her story.
“I was walking around the party, making bets on who would make the biggest splash in the pool…(kids, never bet). I was walking around the cake table when I saw Cari Bou licking the frosting!”
This was very surprising, but it could just be Di blaming someone else. “What were you doing during the pool party?” I asked.
“I was making sure I got my money, by the way. I got a 20 on Cari Bou taking the cake, anyone else?”
“No, thank you” Tira said, then dragged me out before I could put 40 on Di. We left the pub and went to the pool.
We investigated the crime scene for a little while before Tira noticed Tootie and Fruitie licking a trail of chocolate ice cream leading out of the building! We found a lead! We followed the trail everywhere. It went in and around mountains, lakes, and forests, before it finally ended at a small hole in a mountain. “Now what?” I asked, “We can’t fit in there.” Then Tira pulled me tot the side and we saw a little squirrel-like creature run out. It was Crono Pio! He was leading his kids somewhere! Maybe he took the cake! Tira and I snuck right behind them. They retraced the trail all the way back to the pool. They went under the table and didn’t come back out. We heard faint singing as Tira threw the table cloth off of the table. It was the cake!
Chrono cut a hole in the table, then put the table cloth back on during the pool party. Chrono explained everything, “My centuplets had their birthday today and it is hard to find work while being so tiny.” he said. “I thought it would be fine.”
“You’re okay, just buy a new cake,” I said. Then we helped him find work as a mixer at the Creamery. It isn’t the easiest job but it pays well.
Chrono apologized to everyone, then we all ate the new cake. Tira finally introduced us to Pete Za and Cal Zone, the police chiefs here. I got to enjoy my vacation until Cherry came (hey!) See you next time!
Chapter 4: The Ring Thief
I’m back everyone! Many thanks to my assistant Bear Claw for writing the last story, but I’ve got this one. It started the week after Bear’s vacation, when he, Pat, Patty, Pete Za, and Cal Zone decided to try a different vacation.
I was visiting the Cretaceous College, and after attending one of Tru O’Don’s history lectures, I was approached by Dean O’nycus.
“Cherry P.I., I need your help,” he said, “I am going to propose to Tru O’don today!” “What do you need help with?” I excitedly responded..
“I want to make sure everything goes perfectly, be here at 3!” he said, then ran away frantically.
I was bored so I headed toward my office. On the way there, I passed a woman taking pictures of plants. I realized this was my sister, Cocoa Tart, P.I.! “COCOA TART!” I yelled and wrapped her in a bear hug (Bear was not involved).
“Hello sister,” she responded with a faraway look in her eyes. “I thought I would drop in to collect some new things. I have a bit of everything from Cavemen Cove.”
I escorted her to my office to talk more. “What have you been doing?” I asked. “Not much, but something weird is going to happen in the waters around the cove.” “…going to?…wait, I’m confused. Why aren’t you there right now?”
“It hasn’t happened yet, I need to bring you with me when I leave.”
This confused me even more, but I couldn’t think too hard on it because at that moment Dean burst in. “CHERRY! CHERRY! MY ENGAGEMENT RING IS GONE!” He said before curling up in a ball and crying.
“I am going to look for feathers,” Cocoa said and left the cave. “Dean?! Dean?! Are you OK?!” I asked.
“NO! I was just making reservations at Ann Kylosaurus’ Gourmet Salads for a candle-lit dinner of chicken salad and Ann asked to see the ring. But when I reached in my pocket, the ring was GONE! The only thing there was a slightly crushed gray feather.” He gave me the feather then ran out crying.
With only one clue and a 3:00 deadline, I started by going around to all the gray feathered dinosaurs. I couldn’t interview Tru O’don because it would spoil the surprise (if there was going to be a surprise at all). So I interviewed Mikala Rapter, Mike’s gray feathered girlfriend..
“Mikala, have you seen a ring?”
“Ohhh, no, have you?” She said with a hungry gleam in her eyes.
“No, I was just wondering.” I said, then quickly left and went next door to Mike R. O’rapter’s treehouse. But before I knocked on the door, I looked in the window and saw Mike’s feathers were blue. So I left and went to find Archy Opteryx.
I found Archy at practice with the Feathered Friends (very convenient) his band. I interviewed him as well as Di Long, Yuti Rannus, and Hesper Onis. Even though they all had some gray feathers they were all in the clear. I was at a dead end, walking through the forest when I bumped into Cocoa.
“Why, hello Cherry. Look at this long bright red feather, doesn’t it belong to a rooster?” “What’s a rooster? Those don’t exist.”
“Not yet…” she said as she took a picture with her camera and walked off.
Now I was confused and at a dead end until I saw Draco Rex admiring something small and shiny… I ran towards him and snatched the ring out of his hands. When I looked closer, it was inscribed with PCS, the initials of Draco’s sister Pachy Cepholo-Saurus. “Why do you have your sister’s ring?” I asked. “For the last time we are COUSINS thrice removed! We are barely even related!” he yelled then stomped off. I walked around, interviewed a few more people, then sat clueless on a rock. A little while later Cocoa came over while staring at the road through her camera.
“Would you like to see a magic trick?” she asked. “Will it help?” I answered.
“Maybe.…” She brought out a bright blue feather, like one of Mike’s, and crushed it. Amazingly, it turned gray. The same grey as the feather Dean gave me!
I ran as fast as possible to TreeTopolis and I burst right into Mike’s house. I was too late though, he had already left! I jumped over the gap and to Mikala’s house. I ran in and this time, I was right! Mike was down on one knee and was proposing to Mikala.
“STOP!” I exclaimed and I yanked the ring from Mike.
“Hey! What was that?!” Mike yelled. Mikala stood and gave me a dirty look. “This is not yours!” I scolded.
“Yeah, it’s mine!” Mikala chimed in.
“No, it’s Dean O’nykus’” I said, “he is going to propose to Tru O’don.”
“Fine, you got me, I took it,” Mike confessed, “I just moved here and was going to pay it back when I got enough money.” Mikala scoffed and left.
“You need to go to Dean, apologize, then sign up as a janitor at the school to repay Dean.” I said. “Just pay for it yourself or take out a loan.” I left to go to Ann Kylosaurus’ Gourmet Salads and give Dean the good news when I ran into Cocoa walking around aimlessly.
“Hello, Cherry, may I accompany you to the salad restaurant?”
“How did you know where I was going? Actually, don’t answer that. You helped solve the mystery, come on.” I said as I led her to get chicken salad.
Dean O’nykus and Tru O’don are now going to be happily wed at Caveman Cove. Turns out I have to go home with Cocoa P.I. Who would have thought?
*The properties of Mike R. O’Rapter’s feathers are inspired by the modern-day Blue Jay. Blue Jays’ bright blue feathers are still blue when they fall off,
but when crushed (like sat on) turn gray.
-Cherry P.I.
Chapter 5: The Wrecked Wedding
Hello, My name is Pete Za. This is the story about how I became a Prehistoric Investigator.
I was vacationing at Caveman Cove with my friends Cal Zone, Bear Claw, Pat A. Choux, and Pat’s wife Patty. We all received an invitation to the wedding of my old colleague Dean Onykus. Bear and the Chouxs had brought nice clothes (as nice as Bear gets), but me and Cal brought nothing. The next day, on the wedding day, Cal and I rushed to Drthal’s Dressings. “What can I do ya for?” said Neo Drthal, the owner. “Two pelts fit for a wedding, please,” said Cal, “and fast.”
About 3 hours later, an hour after the wedding started, we left Drthal’s and ran towards the cove. When we got there, the reception was trashed and everyone was gone! I looked towards the ocean and I saw Tira Misu and Blueberry Tart P.I. floating there.
“Tira! Blueberry!” Cal and I yelled at the same time, but then a huge shark came up and swallowed them. “NOOO!” Yelled Cal as he dropped to his knees.
“Wait!” I exclaimed as I remembered something from the historical tour I took. “The SubMarine 54NDW1TCH! We can use it to go to the old SubWay station underwater!” I pulled Cal to the Cove Cave Museum, where they display the Sub 54NDW1TCH. I jumped in and tried to figure out the controls.
“I got this,” said Cal, “I majored in unique vehicle driving.”
We dove down, down, down, and to the SubWay station. The Sub station was in perfect condition aside from the family of ammonites living in it. “Hi,” I said to the biggest, “I’m Pete Za and this is Cal Zone, what do you know about the shady figures down here?” Ammy Nite, that was the mom’s name, said that the two most toothy, deadly, and biggest are Mo Sasaurus and Meg Ladon. Mo is long and strong, with A LOT of teeth. Meg is shorter, but she has 2 extra rows of teeth and can smell blood. “Thank you, Mrs. Nite.” I said then pulled Cal aside.
“I think Meg Ladon was the one that ate Tira and Blueberry.” “What if Meg was trying to save them?” he asked.
“Why would she save them?”
“The benches were burned, maybe they escaped into the ocean?” “No, come on, let’s go find Meg!”
“Fine.” said Cal as he reluctantly piloted the Sub 54NDW1TCH down to Meg Ladon’s lair. We found her home near a warm volcanic vent. Not a bad place. When we went into Meg’s cave it was extremely clean,
aside from the teeth leaking out from under her pillow and the coins mixed in with them. But there was no sign of Meg. We then went across the street to Arch Elon’s Apartments.
“Hello, good sirs, what may I do for you on this fine day.” Arch said as we swam in with our 6-inch Subs propelling us.
“We would like to see Mr. Mo Sasaurus, please,” said Cal.
“He is being questioned for mass murder.” I added, with the thought that it would make us sound important.
“Mr. Sasaurus is not in right now, thankfully, if he just committed mass murder.” Arch said, he then ushered us out to make sure we did not cause any more panic.
Back in the Sub 54NDW1TCH and headed towards the surface, we saw Wool E Mammoth flailing for help. We raced to the surface, but we were too late! Mo snatched Wool up and swam away. We chased him around underwater volcanos, through kelp forests and to…another Sub Station! In perfect condition, too! Mo opened his mouth and Wool swam out! I was very confused, but Mo started talking so we listened in from the shadows.
“Everyone, I know you all are wondering why you are here, why we put you in our mouths, and what happened so here is the basis of it all. You were having your wedding, up on the surface and a huge asteroid came out of nowhere and hit the middle of the aisle, sending everyone flying into the ocean! Meg and I get a pretty bad rep because we are very intimidating, but we are vegetarians. Since we don’t have hands, we held you in our mouths on the way down. As for why we’re here in this station. We would die trying to get you back on the surface, so we brought you here, the next best thing.” Cal hit me in a gesture of “I was right” before parking the Sub and dragging me into the middle of the room.
“Pete! Cal! You’re alive!” yelled Tira Misu, “when you were not found we thought you had died!”
“No biggie, is everyone accounted for?” I asked, then I heard a scream. It was Trudith O’Don, Tru’s mother. “My daughter! She’s gone!”
“As is my son!” replied Don Onykus, Dean’s father. We searched the Sub Station, but we could not find anything except a fleet of Sub 54NDW1TCHs. We dispatched teams of dinosaurs, people, and other mammals to search for the new bride and groom. Cal and I stayed behind to look for clues and when we were just about to give up hope and search on the 6-inch 54NDW1TCHs, we saw two of the 6-inch Subs were missing, perfect for a complete His and Hers set. I looked out the launch doors and could still see a trail of bubbles leftover. We raced after the bubbles, telling every team we found to follow us. The trail ended at a large forest of glowing coral. We saw the two missing 6-inches parked a little to the right so we dove into the coral and found…a new wedding venue being set up by the missing bride and groom. Everyone was relieved and the ceremony started. Once the wedding was over, I was promoted to
P.I. with Cal as my assistant. Until next time, Pete Za P.I., (and Cal Zone) out.
The End
