Not even the dead were safe from harm. In the middle of the night body snatchers would rise to go on the attack. But this time they were bored of the ordinary bodies. The body snatcher wanted to get a rich, well known person’s body, not just anybody. The body snatchers thought and thought until one of them came up with a good idea. ‘Hey we tried all the famous people in America, we even tried Mr. Kennedy but their bodies are too well guarded so why don’t we go for Michel Jackson?
‘’Michel Jackson! How are we going to him he is not even dead yet!” protested the others.
‘’We won’t get him we will get his nose! He’s got about 5 of them and keeps them in pickled jars next to his bed. We could get them in the night when he is asleep and we’ll turn the alarm systems off so they won’t go off when we break in but we have to make sure the police don’t find out because they have our finger print and everything, O.K Guys!’’ exclaimed the leader.
So it was decided that they would go out on Tuesday night on their mission to get the 4th nose of Michel Jackson for their collection.
Wednesday morning 4am in Michel Jackson’s mansion
Police officers rushed to the crime scene of the robbery. A sad Michel Jackson lay on the porch in shreds of tears answering the police officers questions.
‘’When did you last see your beloved pickled nose?’’
‘’ Yesterday I gave it a hug and I held it in my hand before I went to bed” Jackson replied.
“Did you have any security cameras in action at the time? Did you see their face?”
‘’I had security cameras running at the time but I did not see their face as I was sleeping when they broke in.’’ wept Michel Jackson.
“What, you had security cameras running? Why didn’t you tell me?” said the police officer.
The group of police officers gathered around the security control centre to see the media. The media showed nothing but blackness’ but you could hear the shuffles of the robber’s feet. Meanwhile an officer came in the room.
‘’We found finger prints and we have scanned them. They matched the finger prints of Tim, Tom and Jack who have been suspects to body snatching very recently.” cried the officer.
‘’Have we got all their information? ‘’ asked the sheriff.
‘’Yes we do, and we have officers on their way to their house now!’’
‘’Let’s go“, said a desperate Michel Jackson; who ran down the stairs of his mansion as fast as the speed of light. The policemen soon caught up and went in their police cars. “Toyota!” cried Michel, “Go in my Ferrari instead, it’s much faster!” The police men ran as fast as their legs could carry them to the Ferrari. Michel Jackson was already holding the steering wheel ready to go.
They arrived at the house in 10 minutes. They searched the house finding no trace of the robbers. They kept searching until they found a young women sleeping in a double sized bed. “Wake up! “ Shouted the police. The women woke up; in sight of the police she screamed and shook with suspicious and depression. ‘’Is there a Jack, Tim or Tom under this roof“asked the police officer?
‘’I....... I............. I don’t know!’’ whimpered the young women.
‘’We know that you do so I recommend telling the truth ‘‘spat the officer.
‘’They’re heading to the airport to catch a plane to London. Take of is in 3 hours, they left 20 minutes ago.”
‘’No! This time they escaped’’, cried an Officer.
‘’They haven’t escaped yet’’ cried another Officer. The officers left the house and ran to the car where Michel Jackson was ready to drive. ‘’To the airport!” the sheriff yelled: but there was only one problem: TRAFFIC... The police struggled to find a solution but they made one: A strategy. The police arranged the highway to be policed checked so there was no way to reach the airport without getting stopped. A helicopter hung round above the high way to make sure no people abandoned their car and ran off. After 82 minutes the police finally found the 3 criminals in a small Mini. ‘’Gotcha!” shouted the policemen who was at the check point. It could not have been any more obvious then it was, the nose was clearly in view and they had 5 police on them. ‘’You do the crime you do the time,“ one of them said. The group of body snatchers had been busted and this time there was no escape.
For Mss Patrice
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