Don’t Stay Up So Late

should try it.’ Right then and there, he pulled out a gun and hit me on the head with it. I was knocked out cold, that’s all I remember.”

“Interesting,” I said, with a serious look on my face. I asked her, “What time did this happen?”

“Twelve pm, sharp,” she said with a quickness. I jumped a little. It was raining pretty hard. I followed the footprints that led to the empty diamond container and then followed them out. I grabbed a sample of DNA, so when my DNA scanner came in the mail, I could use it.

My dog Copper was my partner in crime. He has a detective outfit too. He has a black cowboy hat and black sunglasses and a long, black leather jacket.

At last my DNA scanner came. I sampled DNA. I knew who it was: Frank Frankendoodle, an old friend of mine. Good thing I knew where he lived. I got the cops right away. They went to his house and broke the door. Crack! T hat day he went to jail, and the diamond was returned. My work here was done.

Case closed.

by Jalen Allen

my friend and i are detectives. We are Tom and Rick. We are on the Case of the Missing Fudge.

One time, Tom and I wanted some fudge. We went to the store. We asked Mr. Cojack for some fudge. He said, “Sorry, we are all sold out.”

We looked at each other and said, “We have a case on our hands.” We went outside.

Tom said, “Why did we see Key-Key with fudge?”

I said, “I think Key-Key had someone hide the fudge. Almost every day Mr. Cojack says, ‘We don’t have any more fudge.’ And every time, Key-Key comes out with fudge.”

We went to school. We saw Low-Low and KeyKey under the tree, eating fudge. I said, “I think LowLow is helping Key-Key hide the fudge. Let’s follow them after school.”

When we got out of school, Key-Key and LowLow were leaving. We jumped on our bikes. We rode through the woods. We were near them. They could not see us because we were in the trees. They stopped