I walked into a pie shop. A girl was behind the counter.

"Hello. May I help you?"

"Hi. I'd like to speak with the owner, Christopher Needwood. Is he around?""I'll get him. Just a second."

She went to the back room. A few seconds later, she and a man appeared.

"Can I help you?"

"Hi. My name is Barefoot Jenny, and I'm a private detective. I just wanted to talk with you about-"

"-I don't talk to cops, or private dicks!"

"It would be better for you if you talked with me."

Suddenly, he picked up a cream pie—and hurled it at me! I was totally umprepared for this, so I didn't try to duck. It landed right on my shirt!

The girl laughed. I looked down at myself, then up at him.

"OK, two can play that game!"

I went behind the counter and picked up a pie. Then I threw it at him. But he ducked, and it landed on the girl's face!

She looked at herself in shock. Then she picked up a cake with buttercream icing, and she hurled it at me; it struck me in the face!

This resulted in a full-fledged war! We picked up pies and cakes and threw them at each other. This lasted until the stock was nearly exhausted.

Suddenly, the two of them grabbed me and took me into the back room. There was a large wedding cake there. They picked me up and put me into it! Then they left.

I stayed in this sorry position for a while. I started to wiggle myself free, when a friendly face came into the room—Lt Kirschenbaum!

"Carl!"

"Jenny! What happened to you?"

"A massive pie fight!" I quickly explained what happened.

He helped me out. My shoes got lodged into the cake, so we brought them out, as well.

"How did you find out what was going on?," I asked.

"We got a report of a pie fight going on, here." Then he smiled. "Jenny, you're a real mess!"

I looked at myself. "Yeah, I guess I am!" And then I went over and gave him a big hug. "Thanks, Carl!"

He laughed. "Hey!"

Suddenly, he got a call on his police phone."

"Kirschenbaum here. . . just a second." He looked at me. "Two pie-covered people have just been picked up."

"Hold them!"

"Hold them, Harding, I'm on my way!"

Bedraggled and barefooted—my shoes were ruined!-I, and Carl, went over to confront them. Face with possible arrest, Mr Needwood sang like a canary!

After getting home, I took a long shower-with my clothes on!