Mrs. Williamsonvich: “Maxwell, you seem very pleased vut gives?”
Max brushing hands together: “Well Mrs. Williamsonvich would you believe I actually solved a case?”
Mrs. Williamsonvich hands splapping her cheeks: “No, really vhich one? The case of the broken arrow?”
Mrs. Williamsonvich: “The case of the clogged toilet?”
Max bewildered: “Are you having a laugh?”
Mrs. Williamsonvich: “Oh I know vhich, the case of the floating coffin.”
Looking deeply disappointed that Mrs. Williamsonvich did not know Max strongly voices: “No nothing to do with snapped twigs, or porcelain bowls, or debris in a river. You see it was not Colonel Mustard who bloodied the candelabra using Ms. Scarlet’s head! No, no, no Mrs Williamsonvich it was much more dastardly those two world re-known geniuses of evil Pinky and the Brain in yet another scheme to try and take over Manhattan!”
Max very please with himself kisses Mrs. Williamsonvich on the cheek exists the room pumping fists into the air and singing, “Hail to the victors, valent, hail to the conquering heroes, hail, hail, Michigan the leaders and the best…” It was the only victory song Max knew.
Mrs Williamsonvich turns cherry tomato red, her knees buckled.