Inspector Canard had never seen anything like it. Someone — or something — had knocked out the entire Shparble family, now motionless on the floor: Mom, Dad and the kids: Nora, Dora, Laura, Flora, and in the center, little Pooters.
“And you say the door was locked from inside?” Canard asked the groundskeeper. “Yessir, and ain’t nobody come or gone all day,” replied the old man. The room showed no signs of ransacking, except for a bag of Ruffy Rough’s High-Fiber Dog Food, torn open on the floor. “Ah, that Pooters,” sighed the groundskeeper, “He was always gettin’ into stuff. I’m gonna miss ′em terribly.”
“They’ll be right as rain in a moment or so,” laughed Canard. “I know exactly what happened here.” Who did Inspector Canard blame it on?
From the case files of Paul P. (Via Imgur.)
Geez, I dunno … the butler?
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Gotta be the cat, but I don’t see one in the photo.
I like the name “Pooters”.
I’m thinking it might have something to do with high-fiber dogfood and flatulence? Eh, Pooter?
Bingo! (NB the equidistance from Pooters-in-the-Middle and the rest of them)
Nice use of NB, Murray C!
Why, Thank y’ Ma’am.
And Mama dog clearly tried to protect the dark-furred puppy, but both were still overcome.
The butt-ler?
😀
You win.
If this isn’t the right answer, it SHOULD be!
Ha ha ha ha!!!!
I LOVE locked room mysteries!
It wasn’t me, it was the one arm man!
It was the cat .. It’s ALWAYS the cat ..
Inspector Canard. You kill me, Mike!
“It’s certainly not me, sir. It’s probably one of my cats.”
I love the one closest to the camera. Something about the stretched out legs and curved tail…
Why does this remind me of a “Dad farted” bumper sticker?
Touch nothing!