The Case of Katie Glynn

Plot: Chris and Jon are back to their alter egos Sherbet Bones and Datsun Ford investigating the mysterious case of Katie Glynn.
Characters to be included (but not limited to): Chris (Sherbet), Jonny (Datsun), Katie
Line that has to be used: “Datsun! Just show it to me already!”


The air was heavy with a thick musky fog. It hung in the air like a net, draped over every surface casting shadows on the brick walls and buildings. A faint smell of jasmine and cinnamon floated in the air adding to the ere of mystic. Night was quickly befalling the sleeping city of London.

Down a crooked ally way, hidden deep within the shadows sat a fortuneteller. She was heavily adorned in bangles and many bright colored stone rings that emphasized her long worn fingers. The woman was wrapped in a deep purple cloak that hid her frail figure deep within its many folds. Her wiry hair peeked out from the hood of the cloak adding to her entire demeanor. She laid her hands on top of her make shift table and awaited the passing of a foolish man. She was one of the best in her line of business; always able to lure in her bait with a false hope and then suck them dry and leave them pondering their purpose in life. She did this day in and day out. It was how she lived.

The locals were vastly aware of her ways and often whispers would be passed amongst themselves. Oft the whispers were “she has gone and done her deed, and left him to the dark corners of her twisted mind.” She would chew them and spit them out. And who is this fortuneteller you might be asking? She has many names, the devils advocate, shadow crawler, grave creator. But her real name is Katie Glynn.

A tall man dressed to the nines just got out of his carriage and began to walk down the gravel drive to ward his hotel. He had spent the evening gambling and surprisingly had come away with money still in his pocket. A brisk wind had started to blow causing his top hat to blow off his head and down the street. It tumbled further and further away. The man stumbled after that hat heavily influenced by the numerous shots of whiskey he had during the night. Looking up he saw the hat roll down the alleyway. Grumbling to himself he continued to chase after his top hat until he could no longer see it. It was as if it had vanished into thin air.

The man scratched the back of his head, looked around the ally and then saw his hat. Miss. Katie was cradling it in her scarecrow hands. She flashed him a toothless smile and stretched forth her hand toward him. He took his hat and mumbled a thank you and turned to leave, but stopped when he heard her speak. The voice did not match Miss. Katie, it was no nails against a chalk board, but a sweet harmonious chorus of angels.

“I know you hearts desire young man. I know how you have been visiting her for the last 3 months, I know how you can get her, I know!”

Entranced by her melodic voice the man simply nodded his head and dragged his feet close to her. She grinned again and beckoned him into her shack. That was the last time the man was ever heard off.


“Datson! Have you feed the dog? It’s doing that thing again, you know when it lays there and doesn’t move.”

“Bones, you lazy sack of cow dung, it’s dead! It was your turn to feed him too. Ood God can you do anything right?”

“Sometimes, but that would make my statistics much too high and you know how I like my reputation to be only slightly better than the police.”

Datson Ford shot Sherbet Bones a death glare from across the room and then proceeded to open the blinds and let in the non existent sunlight.

“Ah what a typical London morning.. rain and grey skys. My favorite.” Bones exclaimed

“Shut your pie hole Bones, we have a new case!”

“Ford if this is about the fat woman down the street it was her niece that stole her apple turn over’s and her son set the cat’s tail of fire killing the dreadful thing.”

“So glad of you to clear that up for us!” Datson announced with a fake gasp of astonishment. “No you imbecile this is quite different. Apparently Lord Duston was in town from Ireland for the weekend. He was here gambling away the family fortune like all Lords do. Well his body has just washed up in the Thames. But the interesting part was on his forehead was a bright cherry red lipstick kiss mark. It is known as..”

“ The sign of love and devotion, ha it is no other than the sign of Miss. Katie Glynn, the psychotic fortuneteller who tried to coax me into her shack of a home. Do you know what this means Ford?”

“We are going to find her and hand her over to the police whilst almost getting our selves killed and having me ruin once again one of my best suits?”

“No! We can sit here and finish our cup of tea, and enjoy the pitiful I mean beautiful morning. And that suit is awful Datson, be sure to cast it into the fire.”

“I’m not amused Bones.”

“I never expected you to be. Now listen here, we will go out and find Katie Glynn, but first I need a cupcake.” Datsun just sat there staring at Sherbet wondering if he should make a comment and risk being humiliated or to just go and find a cupcake.

“Your sitting there wondering whether to make a comment and how humiliated you will be when I retort back or to just go and get me a cupcake, well first off I want chocolate with those tiny sprinkles and second why are you still sitting there?”

Datsun stood up and made sure to kick the back of Sherbet’s chair as he went to find a cupcake.

“Sprinkles Datsun sprinkles! Those are of grave importance!”

“I’ll show you what’s important.” Datsun closed the door and went in search of the holy cupcake.


“So the last time she was seen was when she was gathering the rat’s from the sewers?”

“Ay Mr. Bones. Just ore there she was sat a pickin’ em up bys their tails. It was a gruesome sight if I evers saws ones.”

“I see, well thank you Mr. Braumwell.”

Sherbet Bones turned and strolled up the street, he was investigating some leads he had discovered about his case and was getting closer to his culpret.

Up ahead Ford was sitting on the bench with a newspaper across his lap. He had a most awkward looking facial expression and kept glancing downward at the paper.

“Trying a new look Ford? Paper pants? A way of the future?”

Datsun looked up at Sherbet and simply grimaced at him.

“Hmm well then I detect you are hiding something beneath that newspaper.”

Datsun looked up in alarm and stuttered out ‘Nnnnooo, no no nothing I’m not hiding anything. Nothing at all, just enjoying this paper on my lap, apparently there is going to be an election coming up and they parliament is in uproars over..”

Sherbet reached out and tried to snatch the newspaper from Datsun’s lap, but both men grabbed at the paper and tore it in half. Datsun was quick and crossed his legs and placed his hands in his lap.

“Damit Datsun! Just show it to me already!”

Datsun’s checks went a bright shade of pink and he shock his head back and forth.

“I am highly trained in the arts of crossleggedfixedness and know how to use it, now show or be warned!”

Datsun sat there for a second and then slowly uncrossed his legs.

“My God Datsun, what have you done?”

“Nothing, I’ve done nothing, it’s stuck.”

“Oh you naughty man you, was it the fat lady? I saw her looking in your direction? I think you two would be splendidly happy together or wait was it the lady with the face full of moles? She would do that to me too!”

“Holmes I swear on my mothers mothers fathers uncles brothers roommates nephew I will kill you if you don’t put a cork it in and help me.”

“Help you eh? In what way? I’m quite good with my hands but I’m not sure about my..”

“Forget it you sly fox. Just give me your trench, hopefully It will cover it.”

“My my, I sure hope it does, that quite a bit large to cover and I’m not sure my coat will do it.”

“How would you like to die Bones? Slow, painful? Cause I will make it happen.!”

“Haha Enough enough I jest, here have my coat, but lets continue with our case, perhaps some walking will erm help.”


“So how did you know that crooked Miss. Katie Glynn was the murder? The coroner found no way of death, yet here he is dead. All that was left was the kiss mark on his forehead?”

“My dear dear police man, my story is far far above your comprehension level, I can draw this in pictures, but I doubt that will help. Let’s see I asked the local when they had last seen her, she was collecting rats, intresting hobby I suppose, but I deviate. Katie Glynn is famous amongst my people for her interesting mark of the kiss. It’s her kiss of death if you will. Anyway she used the rat-tail juice to create a ‘potion’. Not a real potion of course, but just something to fool the Lord into thinking it was real. It was in fact poison the juice of the tail mixed with teriyaki sauce and blood create a deadly poison that is not traceable by a coroner.”

“If it’s not traceable then how do you know?”

“Why it’s quite elementary my dear police man. Katie Glynn is dead back in her hell hole in the ally. She was creating the concoction again for her next victim when I happen to drunkenly stumble upon her. She beckoned me in claiming to know my hearts desire about some girl. Well first off she was complexly wrong there, but I continued to let her go at it.”

“Bones are you meaning to tell me you fancy someone?” Ford exclaimed.

“That is precisely what I mean my dear Ford.” Bones said with a twinkle in his eye.

“Well that is fine and dandy but what of Miss. Katie Glynn Mr. Bones?” The police man asked.

“Right, well she does this thing where she will come up with this absurd tale of how you can get your love by drinking her potion but it will cost you. She also makes a show off how she will drink to your love as well. You see she makes two one with the poison and one without. She gives you the poison and then drinks her safe one. Well I made sure that while she was not looking I added sprinkles to her drink. Then I pretended to drink to the love of my life.”

“You added sprinkles to her drink?” Ford cried out.

“Yes, Datsun! Sprinkles that is why I had you get me a cupcake. I ate the chocolate goodness and saved the sprinkles. You see when sprinkles are added to her potion they create a poison and that is why Miss. Katie is lying dead in her shack.”

“Well done Mr. Bones! You have solved the mysterious case of Katie Glynn! You have our most sincere gratitude.”

“And none of mine, come Ford we have business to take car off.”


“Datsun, you need to be more careful in public. I thought you didn’t like me anymore.”

“Sherbet it was you that did that to me, now stop talking and take me to bed.”

“Oh feisty we are tonight! I like this.”

Datsun and Sherbet were quick to rip each other’s clothes off. They fell on to the bed grabbing and pulling each other closer. Moans of joy and pleasure were shouted. Hair was ruffled and sheets discarded. Soon they reached their climax and lay entangled together breathing in each other’s sweet aromas.

“Datsun you have taken me to the moon and back!”

“As have you Sherbet, but you know what I have that is going to make this better?”

“Newspaper?”

“Cupcakes with sprinkles.”

“You naughty naughty man. How you tempt me!”

“Come here so I can rub it on your chest and then lick it off.”

“With pleasure Ford, with pleasure!”