The Adventures of the Sherlock Holmes Club: The Case of the Golden Trophy (876 hits)
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Submitted by Thorpe (View user info) at 2007-07-06 13:43:36 EDT
The Case of the Elusive Headquarters: http://www.ubersite.com/m/99272
The Case of the Missing Mysteries: http://www.ubersite.com/m/99728
"This emergency meeting of the Sherlock Holmes Club is now officially open," declared Thorpe, eyes flashing with grim determination.
The other three members of the Sherlock Holmes Club were seated in their officially designated positions in the club headquarters, Thorpe's shed.
"I've called you all here because when I got home yesterday, the hair on the door was missing!"
They drew in a collective breath.
"Yes, someone was in our headquarters while we were away."
"And they might still be here!" interjected Scott.
They looked around the tiny shed nervously. Thorpe walked over to the small tool cupboard in the corner and threw open the doors.
They all looked a little disappointed.
"Anyway, we need to find out what they were looking for, and if they took anything."
"Let's go through the club property," said Daniel.
"I was just about to suggest that, Star Dot Triangle M."
"Stop calling me that."
"The blackboard is still here," said Tim.
"Ah, but is everything still written on it?" pointed out Daniel.
They squinted at the blackboard through the darkness.
"I think so. But that's not how you spell forensics."
"Yeah it is."
"What about the notebook?" asked Daniel.
"Yep, still on the desk."
All the assets of the Sherlock Holmes Club were now accounted for.
"Maybe they took something from your house!" said Scott.
This came as a shock realisation to Thorpe.
"They've been in my home, Daniel. My home!" he yelled, shaking Daniel by the shoulders.
"Quick! Inside!"
They began their search of the house at the most likely place for the thief to have stolen something valuable from - Thorpe's room.
"Can you see anything missing?" asked Tim.
Thorpe scanned the room carefully, but everything valuable seemed to be where it had been the day before. The rare sandtrooper Star Wars figurine still stood proudly at the front of his collection. The cricket hat signed by Carl Rackemann still hung on the hook behind the door. The $9.20 in accumulated surplus change from the tuckshop, earnestly hoarded since August the year before, was still hidden in the sock at the back of his cupboard.
"No, it all seems to be here."
"Are you sure none of it's counterfeit? I saw in a movie where they stole something they'd replace it with a fake one and no-one would notice," said Daniel.
"Hmmm... no, they're all real," said Thorpe.
Then it hit him. Surely they hadn't...
His eyes made their way up to the top shelf above his desk, and onto his most impressive, and only, trophy. Small, golden and in the shape of a company logo, it was screwed to a small wooden base on which was engraved the word ENTRANT. On the underneath of the base, which Thorpe hadn't actually ever bothered to look at, was engraved the words McDonalds Brightest Eyes Baby Pageant.
"What does entrant mean?" asked Scott.
"Champion," replied Thorpe.
"Cool."
Thorpe stood on the desk and got the trophy down, and there was a sinking feeling in his stomach as he gently applied pressure to it, and sure enough felt it bend slightly, as if it were made out of plastic.
The trophy was indeed a counterfeit.
"The robber's taken my trophy!"
* * *
"Mum, have you seen any suspicious people around lately?"
The Sherlock Holmes Club stood assembled at the front door as Thorpe's mum walked up the driveway later that afternoon.
"Apart from you lot?"
"Anyone that might have been a robber?"
"Well, that narrows it down... There was a car parked outside Graham's house yesterday that I'd never seen before."
"Ah-ha!" Tim wrote this down.
"Did you get the numberplate?" asked Thorpe.
"No, I didn't think to."
They all made tsk-tsk sounds.
"Maybe you boys should keep a look out for it."
They trooped out to the footpath to see if they could spot the suspicious car. Unfortunately, there was no sign of it.
"He's always one step ahead!" said Daniel through gritted teeth.
Just as they turned to go back inside, a car pulled up at the corner, halfway down the street.
A red car.
Tim was the first to see it, and was off sprinting towards it, notepad in hand. With a screech, the car started pulling away just he reached the corner, and was soon out of sight.
The rest of them arrived on the scene, out of breath.
"Did you get the numberplate?" panted Thorpe.
"Yep!" Tim thrust the notebook at them, the number scrawled hastily across two pages.
"Good work!"
There was a round of congratulations.
"Do we go to the police?"
"We don't know that that was the car that was sitting outside yesterday," said Daniel.
"That's true... we probably need a lot more."
"Okay - from now on we need to write down the numberplates of all the red cars we see," declared Thorpe as they walked back to the house.
They quickened their step as they realised they had gone further down the street than they were allowed to.
* * *
The next meeting of the Sherlock Holmes Club took place about a week later.
Thorpe, Tim and Scott sat in the shed waiting for Daniel, who was running late. Over the course of the week, Thorpe had filled two notepads with numberplates. The visit to the carpark in the city had proved to be particularly fruitful, though Thorpe's dad had seemed a little confused as to why they had to walk around the carpark instead of actually going inside the junk food and computer game convention.
Tim had managed to add several dozen more numberplates to his original success. Scott, the younger of the two brothers, had found it difficult to read the entire numberplates before the cars were out of sight, so had handed in a small collection of two digit numbers. They chose to place this list on the desk with the other notepads anyway, just in case it came in handy. Thorpe was willing to follow up every lead to get back his trophy.
Finally, Daniel burst through the door (in a disastrous breach of password protocol, noted Thorpe) and brought them out of their thoughts.
"I think I've got a lead!" he said triumphantly.
"Did you get any numberplates?"
"The reason I'm late is because the TV was on and just before I left I saw someone get out of... a red car!" said Daniel.
"Ah-ha!"
They let out a cheer at this new development.
"So we can get rid of all these then?" said Tim, gesturing to the pile of notepads.
"BERT NEWTON!" proclaimed Daniel.
"Are you sure?"
"I saw Bert Newton getting out of a red car on TV, I promise."
"Then he's the robber!" yelled Scott.
"Hey, let's not make assumptions like that," Thorpe reminded him. "He might only have been driving the getaway car."
"So what now? Do we steal it back? Or do we try and catch him?" asked Tim.
"He shouldn't be too hard to catch, he's pretty fat."
"Where does he live?"
"I dunno..."
Why does there have to be so many obstacles? thought Thorpe.
"I know where the ABC studio is," said Tim suddenly.
"Awesome!"
"Is Bert Newton even on the ABC?"
"He probably has been once or twice, like on the news or something."
"Of course, you're right."
"We'll need to ride our bikes though, it's pretty far," said Tim.
"I don't have a bike," Daniel reminded them.
"That's okay, you can run along behind the bikes," said Thorpe.
Daniel nodded, satisfied with this.
"It will have to be at night, so Mum and Dad don't know where we are," said Tim.
"Are we gonna go tonight? How will we meet up?" asked Scott.
"I'll throw a rock against your windows when I'm ready to go," said Thorpe.
They had read enough books to know this was a tried and true method.
With the target now determined, the boys began working out the specifics of the assault. After five minutes of extensive planning, they were prepared for anything: security ("Tap them on the shoulder, then when they turn around, punch them in the nuts"), robbers (the same) and Bert Newton himself ("If he doesn't say where the trophy is, we'll threaten to ruin his career").
So it was that night-time rolled around. Thorpe lay in his bed, watching the clock tick over. Surely his parents would go to bed soon??
The counterfeit trophy stood on the desk. Mocking him.
After what seemed like ages - it was almost 9:30 - his parents' light finally went out. He quietly slipped out of bed - he was already wearing his shoes - and picked up the backpack he'd prepared that evening, which contained binoculars, Kool-Mints, a Lego compass and a plastic set of handcuffs he'd got in a showbag from the Ekka the year before.
He quietly turned the doorhandle and took a couple of steps down the hall, before one of the floorboards creaked quietly.
Frozen, Thorpe began to have second thoughts. His parents probably weren't even asleep yet - what if they caught him when he was leaving? What if they got up later and saw he was gone? They'd probably call the police! He couldn't punch everyone in the nuts!
Suddenly, he found himself getting back into bed.
* * *
"I threw rock after rock, but you didn't wake up!"
Thorpe paced the floor of the headquarters, finger pointed accusingly, chastising the rest of the Sherlock Holmes Club. They stared at their feet ashamedly.
"We didn't even hear it. I'm sorry," said Scott, close to tears.
"If we're ever going to solve this mystery, I need all of you to be willing to take some risks!" Thorpe yelled.
"You know, I'm the leader," said Daniel quietly.
"Maybe some of you aren't ready for this kind of operation!"
"I think we need to do it when we're allowed to walk around by ourselves," said Tim.
They paused for a moment to savour this long-awaited prospect.
"When we can get cars."
"And not tell out parents where we are..."
Their minds could scarcely comprehend the boundless possibilities.
"So it's agreed? We won't try again until we turn 10."
"Right."
* * *
"Mum, what does 'entrant' mean?"
"Someone who was entered into something, I suppose. Why, what have you got there?"
"My trophy. I think it's a counterfeit."
Thorpe's mum flicked at the trophy.
"No, I think it's always been like that."
"Oh."
As Thorpe walked back to his room and dropped the trophy in the bin he reflected on the week's events. Clearly, the club's clue-finding and deductive abilities were flawless. It was only the field-work side of the job that they needed to work on.
It was becoming more and more apparent that he would have to put them through some extensive training.
STAY TUNED NEXT WEEK FOR: THE CASE OF THE ROGUE DIPLOMAT!
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Submitted by Phallic_Cymbals (user info) at 2008-05-14 23:50:02 EDT (#)
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Post more posts you fuck.
PS: Your origin team is far too fucking good, but Hunt over Prince? Gimme a break.
Submitted by beeltea (user info) at 2008-02-04 01:14:42 EST (#)
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oops that was an accident
Submitted by beeltea (user info) at 2008-02-04 01:14:11 EST (#)
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oh look a thorpe post
Submitted by Progr3ss (user info) at 2007-09-28 03:32:31 EDT (#)
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Yep, that's an english muffin. Like the one's in my fridge. Crumpets are good too. But I just slather vegemite all over them anyways.
Submitted by Fey (user info) at 2007-09-27 16:50:48 EDT (#)
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http://www.ubersite.com/m/108468#2467401
They look like these;
http://images.jupiterimages.com/common/detail/58/73/23267358.jpg
But no animal carcasses, please, I'm a vegetarian. And they'd get awful smelly on the way over.
Submitted by Progr3ss (user info) at 2007-09-26 08:06:24 EDT (#)
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WHERE HAS THORPE GONE?
Submitted by d_prime (user info) at 2007-08-09 22:42:38 EDT (#)
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I'm a Thorpe fan. Our approach to Ubersite is, in my estimation very similar, other than the fact that my pretentiousness is more obvious.
Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2007-07-08 17:04:25 EDT (#)
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Submitted by thorpe (user info) at 2007-07-07 22:43:40 EDT (#)
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This one is a lot less accurate than the first two, because a lot of it is based on second-hand information.
Submitted by messmind (user info) at 2007-07-07 12:58:25 EDT (#)
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McDonalds Brightest Eyes Baby Pageant
Unbelievable..
Submitted by Director (user info) at 2007-07-06 19:19:18 EDT (#)
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It's funny. I never thought of Australia as a place that produced dorks. Star Wars dorks at that.
Ah well. Another illusion shattered.
+2 for this alone: He couldn't punch everyone in the nuts!
Submitted by kylie (user info) at 2007-07-06 18:22:58 EDT (#)
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I really like these
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2007-07-06 17:16:05 EDT (#)
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These are really great, i like reading them
Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2007-07-06 16:55:37 EDT (#)
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Nope, not so much.
I guess I broke it.
Though in reality, the Georgian girl broke it first.
I guess I'll circle jerk on Fridays, and do whatever the hell I want all the other days.
Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2007-07-06 16:04:46 EDT (#)
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Yep, that's some pure, wholesome Original Recipe Circle Jerkin' right there.
Don't see that much 'round these parts na'mo. Nuh uh.
*spits*
Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2007-07-06 15:55:30 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2007-07-06 15:54:53 EDT (#)
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"That's okay, you can run along behind the bikes," said Thorpe.
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Submitted by ENTRY CRUMPLED(user info) at 2007-07-06 15:11:14 EDT (#)
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ENTRY CRUMPLED
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Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2007-07-06 13:59:01 EDT (#)
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"What does entrant mean?" asked Scott.
"Champion," replied Thorpe.
Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2007-07-06 15:55:30 EDT (#)
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yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay
Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2007-07-06 15:54:53 EDT (#)
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"That's okay, you can run along behind the bikes," said Thorpe.
Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2007-07-06 15:44:05 EDT (#)
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Submitted by scourge (user info) at 2007-07-06 13:59:01 EDT (#)
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"What does entrant mean?" asked Scott.
"Champion," replied Thorpe.
Submitted by thorpe (user info) at 2007-07-06 13:58:53 EDT (#)
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Thank you, you're not bad yourself.
Submitted by loki (user info) at 2007-07-06 13:56:58 EDT (#)
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cute
Submitted by c1ndy (user info) at 2007-07-06 13:51:02 EDT (#)
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Eric Campbell is.
Submitted by c1ndy (user info) at 2007-07-06 13:49:26 EDT (#)
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Speaking of the ABC, I've just finished 'Absurdistan'. What a busy bee