HAHA STREET, DEPARTMENT OF INSANITY, LONDON
I nspector Sherlock Dormouse was about to order a lockdown on the department when the Lewis Carroll man walked in.
Each and every one of the police officers stopped with their mouths open wide, staring at him. For one, he was scary as hell. And two, it made no sense for a criminal to walk into the department on his own.
Inspector Dormouse didn’t feel the need to fall asleep now. How could he with that monster walking in his office? He watched the lanky man stroll through, not saying a word. He seemed to be looking for something.
The man was tense, gripping his head and sweating like he had an intolerable headache. He was sweating and drooling. He was in dire pain.
But he kept on walking, stopping next to the room where they locked criminals in—well, they hadn’t used it for some time because they never caught anyone.
The Lewis Carroll man stood in front of the barred cell and turned to face the sweating Inspector.
“Keys,” he demanded.
“Keys?” Inspector Dormouse raised his eyebrows.
“Keys.”
“Keys?” the rest of the officers replied, eyes wide open with surprise.
“Keysss ,” the monster grunted.
“Keys! How many times does he have to ask for the keys?” Inspector Dormouse yelled at the officers.
One of them threw the cell’s keys on the Inspector’s desk. Sherlock Dormouse wished he was asleep now, so he wouldn’t have to hand them himself to the Lewis Carroll maniac.
Slowly, he reached for them then started tiptoeing his way toward the monster. “There is no need to lock us inside the cell,” the Inspector managed to say, his lips shivering and his belly flipping like jelly. “We can just leave, and you can enjoy the department all alone. Right, officers?”
All the officers nodded in silence.
The Lewis Carroll man snatched the keys from the Inspector and opened the cell with it.
Then he did something unexplainable.
He entered the cell, locked himself inside, and gave the keys back to the Inspector.