"Claaw-HAUSERRRR!"
There was a skittering of paws in the corridor outside, and then the door flung open to reveal the blue-uniformed chubby cheetah.
"Y-yes, Chief?" He asked nervously.
"What. Is. THIS?" Looming over his desk, ZPD's Chief Bogo gestured with one thickly-muscled arm at the object on his desk, his usual stone-faced scowl even more pronounced.
Clawhauser blinked.
"Uh... it's a pie, Chief?"
"I KNOW what it is, it was a rhetorical question!" the buffalo bellowed. "But WHAT is it doing in MY office? WHO put it here?!" His head jutted forward further and further as he spoke, planting his hands on the edges of his desk.
Clawhauser quailled in the buffalo's shadow.
"I-I have no idea Chief. I'm so sorry..."
"Then go and find out! It was planted sometime between 23:40 hours yesterday and 06:23 hours today!"
"Woah..." Clawhauser's jaw dropped. "That's an AWESOME deduction, Chief! Did you back-calculate that from the pie's temperature or something?"
"Of COURSE I didn't!" Bogo's notoriously limited patience ran out again. "I was in the OFFICE before and after then, that's all!"
"Oh, umm..."
Clawhauser looked pleadingly at the Chief for some further information. The burly buffalo sighed.
"It HAS to have been someone with ZPD access, NO members of the public can access MY office in the dead of night, can they? CAN they?" The question came out with an edge to it.
"N-No! NO, Chief, of course not!" Sensing trouble coming his way, Clawhauser saluted hurriedly! "I'll find out for you, Chief, right away!"
"DO that!" Almost before he'd finished, his office door swung closed behind the rapidly retreating- and excessively doughy- cheetah's derriere. Still smouldering at the impertinence, Bogo slowly sat down behind his desk, palms still spread across it, eyes fixed on the intruder, glowering.
"One of MY men thinks they can play a PRANK on me, do they?" He took the crumpled slip of paper that was wedged under the pie and re-read the block capitals printed on it. It read...
EAT UP, HANDSOME
"Paaah!" Snorting, Bogo screwed up the slip and threw it into the waste-paper basket. "Think they can poke FUN? I'll give them FUN when I catch them!" The hulking buffalo sat back further in his chair, which creaked under his habitual force. Grunting with irritation, he realised that his fingers were now sticky- the pie's filling must have leaked. Glancing round, he couldn't see anything he could conveniently wipe his hand on. Glancing about furtively, he sucked his fingers to clean them off. In the process he got a taste of...
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