Mysteries

Drake continued, “If you like kids so much, do you have any of your own?”

“No.”

“So, how do you know they are good?” Drake questioned, and Molly added, “Okay, yeah, so if you don’t know how they are…”

“You don’t have a point,” said Dumb Bum. “That’s enough questions for today. Are you guys going to buy something or not?”

“No.”

“Okay, well, I’ve got to get going,” said Dumb Bum, and he drove away.

“Can you come in my house?” Molly said to Drake.

“Yes, but why?” asked Drake.

“Because we can look up his name on the computer,” said Molly.

They got on the computer and looked up his name. “It says he has been in jail three times,” said Molly.

“And what he did, was to go around in an ice cream truck and destroy the ice cream!” exclaimed Drake.

“I was right!” said Molly. “And he had a different kind of ice cream truck. So he wants to destroy the ice cream, but why would he?”

“I don’t know,” said Drake.

“Well, we are going to know because we are going to find out. We are as smart as nerds.”

The next day, Molly and Drake got some police officers. The police officers were not wearing their suits, they were wearing regular clothes. The ice cream truck came.

“Ha, ha! We know what you are doing, you’re taking different ice cream to make it nasty to make your own ice cream the best,” said Drake.

“So you guys know who I am. So? You can’t do nothing about it!” said Dumb Bum, the ice cream truck man.