"Who's there?" she stammered.
"I'm going to kill you," came the sinister reply.
It was then Jenn realized who her stalker was. It was him...the one she feard most. Mr. Chubb lunged from behind the curtains with a knife in his hand.
"You and those damn Chubby drinks! I warned you, but you kept on bringing them," Mr. Chubb yelled, "now you'll have to die!" Jen let out a pitiful scream as the cold knife cut into her throat.
When Mike Cassibo P.I. arrived on the scene, the killer was already gone. He looked around for clues, but all he could find was an empty fridge and dozens of empty Chubby bottles lying next to the sink. The only thing that confused him was that all the bottles of regular cola were left untouched. When Mike left the scene of the crime he had a lot on his mind, but mainly he wanted some food.
Keith Macdonald was staying at a motel while his house was being fumigated. He had a very bad termite problem. He was sound asleep in the room next to his parents. He awoke to a hand grabbing him around the mouth. He stuggled, but he couldn't break free. The hidden attacker brought him out on the eighth floor balcony, and in an instant, Keith was just a little smear on the parking lot below.
When Mike arrived at the scene this time he said, "Thank God someone finally killed that kid.....Er, I mean..... poor kid." He went up to his room where Keith had been staying. He searched all over for clues, yet the only clues he could find were a mangled band shirt and a smashed trumpet. Mike left the scene knowing only one new thing. He knew both murders were comitted by the same person.
Braydon Labelle was sitting in his living room watching television when his mom came in.
"Go to bed, Dear," she pleaded.
"You shut your mouth, Mom," he barked back. As he continued to watch television he heard a voice coming from the kitchen.
"Shut the hell up!" he yelled. He stood up and turned around. There was the killer.
"I'll kill you," the killer stated.
"You shut your mouth, boy," Braydon ordered.
The killer punched him in the head and cut out his tongue with a saxophone reed.
Jayme Hoxie was sitting in his room playing all the wrong notes on his trumpet, yet still thinking he was the best. The only time he'd stop saying was to state, "Jayme, you're the best....I know." This time when he stopped to flatter himself, someone behing him said, "You suck, bad."
Jayme tkurned around to argue the point, only to have his mouth peice jammed up his nose, effectively killing him.
This time Mike caught the killer in the act. He asked Mr. Chubb why he did it.
He said, "I killed Jenn because she always brings a Chubby to school. I killed Keith just for the fun of it. I killed Braydon because he always told me to shut up, and I killed Jayme because he thought he was really good but he sucked terribly."
"Well," Mike said, "you killed three innocent people, so you're in trouble for that, but you killed Keith for which we are all grateful, so I'll let you off the hook this time."
"Thanks Mike," Mr. Chubb said, "you're a pretty cool guy after all. And to think, I was going to kill you next.