Toro to Kyuujitsu Battle Report Part 2

Mr. Kitty and I, having finally arrived in Shoryukenville, decided to pay a visit to our hotel for the time being so that we could catch up on the current situation. Mr. Kitty seemed rather displeased upon arrival, however, as he immediately began to take a dump on the living room floor.





“How odd,” I thought. His mannerisms perplexed me, and I explained to him how I’ve been kicked out before in my country for that kind of behavior. I wasn't familiar with Shoryukenville though, so I had to assume Mr. Kitty knew something I didn’t. Was this normal behavior? I questioned Mr. Kitty’s intentions when he ran over to a battery on the table and ate it, before coughing it back out.






Then he started dancing!





It wasn’t until he turned on the tv to watch the pink-jacket yakuza channel that I thought that he wasn’t completely focused on this case.





I decided at this point to walk out on my own and take a trip to the crime scene. Mr. Kitty must have seen the error of his ways though, for he turned off the tv and followed me down the back alley to where the victim’s house was conveniently placed. His regretful expression told me that he was truly sorry for screwing around before, and wanted to help the investigation.





I couldn’t stay mad against such a loveable face, and let him accompany me once more as we entered the crime scene.

“No more screwing around,” I told him.
“Meow,” Mr. Kitty agreed, and immediately jumped into the victim’s hot-tub.





“NO! Bad Mr. Kitty! OUT!”

Mr. Kitty ran back to the laundry room, and we looked at the evidence we were dealing with here.





“This scale looks awfully suspicious,” I said. “It’s almost as if someone could have used it... TO WEIGH DEAD BODY PARTS!” Mr. Kitty agreed, and we took a closer look at it.





I took note of the dimensions before I was hit with a stroke of brilliance. I looked around the room once more until my eyes met it.

“THAT WICKER BASKET!” I shouted, and pointed to the basket of death.





“...Of course, the killer would have had to dispose of the body after using the basket…” My voice trailed off. Mr. Kitty saw it too. The trash can of terror was right behind us!





I slowly opened the trash can and stared inside.





“Hell yeah! We found the mayor!” I high-fived the hand inside and left to go back to the hotel to report our findings to the police.

Back at the hotel, Mr. Kitty celebrated by once again taking a dump on the floor.





The end.