I am not going to sit here and tell you that I’ve never daydreamed about being one of the Hardy Boys. I don’t mind admitting it because I know you do it sometimes, too. We all do.
The reason I bring it up now, though, is because our time has come. We have an honest to God crime to solve. Someone has stolen the Mayor’s wife’s bike, and if that’s not a job for the Hardy Boys, then I’m not a 34 year old white guy suffering from arrested development.
Concerned citizens immediately tweeted their condolences, and one ambitious cybervigilante offered to step in. “Do you have a description/photo? We’ll get it out to the blogs : )”.
The mayor responds with a photo:
We’ve got a mystery on our hands, folks. You call Chet Morton. I’ll pull The Sleuth out of the boathouse and get her warmed up. We’re going to make dad so proud.
PS — The mayor seems truly upset. Save the bike, save the marriage?