Headmaster Bjorn has been called away on unexpected business. Thus it falls to me, the Undercover Unicorn, to fill the gap!
WEEKLY CRIME LOG:
Sunday: No crime.
Monday: No crime.
Tuesday: No crime.
Wednesday: Crime! At last!
8:15 pm: The Creamery, Pegopolis’s premiere ice cream concern, hit by a bold bunch of bandits just after dusk. Witnesses say thieves escaped with several gallons of pistachio and marshmallow ripple along with assorted bananas, sprinkles, gummis and waffle cones. Stolen ingredients perfectly match Doctor Dairy’s formula for Sundae of Doom.
8:25 pm: Uni-signal blazes across nighttime cloud cover. Time for some serious into-action springing.
8:26 pm: Put on costume. Remember I should go to the bathroom first. Go. Wash hooves carefully after. Hygiene important.
8:28 pm: Unicar roars out of hidden cave in rainbow-twinkled burst of justice. Must remember to open garage door next time.
9:03 pm: Hit sleazy soda joints and candy bars, start squeezing lowlifes for information. Sammy the Snake coughs up on Ice Cream bandits, directs me to their dockside hideout.
9:24 pm: Burst in on Ice Cream bandits as they’re playing Go Fish. Kick several in the face. Boot one guy off the dock into the water. Makes big, satisfying splash.
9:45 pm: Return stolen sundae components to the Creamery. No sign of Doctor Dairy. Fear he will strike again.
10:00 pm sharp: Take elevator to rooftop, assume cool pose against skyline. Wonder if anybody’s watching. Decide it doesn’t matter.
10:30 pm: Back home. Popcorn. Flip through action scenes on “Transformers” DVD. Find them disjointed and difficult to follow. Go to bed.
Thursday: No crime.
Friday: No crime.
Saturday: No crime, though isolated reports of bad tipping. Must investigate further.