Detective SHAFT, picked up his BALL BAG and his HELMET, went to put his baseball glove in the car and realised someone had taken the roof RACK OFF his car. "Crumbs" He said as he FINGERED a sweaty brow IN DEEP thought. " I had better not get in a FLAP about this i will just carry on with my journey to Scunthorpe,(phew) Such is the life of a PRIVATE DICK. I do this job COME what may! That is why i can stand with my head ERECT in this community. He was travelling to see his Mother, for her birthday he had bought her an expensive jewellery chest,. "Yes" He thought. " I SPENT A WHOLE WAD ON HER CHEST!"