The Murder Club:

Ridding the world of bad singing impersonations.

Continues from here

“This one’s going to be an easy case.” Golly spoke interrupting the silence that had fallen over the office of the Murder Club.

Since getting home from their second case, the case of the world’s worst Miley Cyrus impersonator, which was made worse by the terrible singer not being an impersonator, the Boofheads were taking a well deserved break.

“Oh yeah where are we headed today?” Big Bear asked getting up from his chair and heading towards the desk to get the car keys.

“That’s the best part of this job, it’s local, we wont even need the cars.” Golly said.

”Well that’s probably a good thing given that the boots of both cars are still occupied.” Big Bear added.

“So where are we going to put today’s terrible singer?” Asked Snowflake as he tore open a block of Jen’s chocolate.

“We are going to make a small allowance for today’s case.” Golly stated. “We can’t make these bad singers disappear, because we kind of rely on them, but that doesn’t mean we can’t stop them.”

Snowflake, Big Bear and Tickles all looked at Golly with confusion on their cute faces.

“What do you mean?” Tickles asked.

“Go and open the door to the house.” Golly said with a smile.

Snowflake took the cue and slowly waltzed toward the door that joined the Murder Club office to the rest of the house. Stepping up to the door Snowflake reached out and grabbed the door handle, pushed it down and began to swing the door open.

Instantly through the open door way came the unmelodic tones of two people murdering ‘We Go Together’ by Olivia Newton John and John Travolta.

We go together
Like rama lama lama ka dinga da dinga dong
Remembered forever
As shoo-bop sha wadda wadda yippity boom de boom
Chang chang changitty chang sha-bop
That’s the way it should be
Wah-oooh, yeah!

“Oh my god, what they hell are those two doing?” Tickles spoke in a raised voice to get over the top of the racket coming from the house.

“Jen and L.P. are doing a jigsaw on the kitchen table and the stereo is on.” Golly answered.

“Doing a jigsaw doesn’t usually require such woefully bad singing.” Snowflake said as he walked back to the desk and got the cricket bat. “But I reckon Big Bear and I can handle this case by ourselves.”

Three minutes later there was silence in the Murder Club office. Big Bear followed Snowflake back into the office and as Snowflake replaced the cricket bat net to the desk Big Bear spoke.

“It appears both Jen and L.P. wanted to have a nap.”