The world’s most infamous detectives, Fang and Dango were hot on the trail of the equally notorious criminal, Jerkeye Jenkins, thief and general all-round bad guy.
Jerkeye had given them the slip on more than one occasion, in fact, he had given them the slip on every occasion.
He was last seen heading west toward the mountains of the Impasse. The snowcapped peaks loomed ahead of the two detectives as they made their way west sure they at least had their man cornered.
“So, what’s the plan?” asked Fang.
“Get Jerkeye and put him away for a long stretch,” replied Dango, his eyes firmly set on the road ahead.
“You been here before Dango?” asked Fang.
“No first time, you?”
“First time for me too.”
“What do you suggest we do when we get to the snow-covered peaks?
“That’s when we’ll nab him, he’ll never suspect we would track him to the snow-covered peaks.”
The two detectives drove on in silence as the snow-covered peaks drew closer.
“They appear to go up a long way,” observed Fang, “you think the car will go up there?”
“It’s a piece of cake Fang, just you watch and see, the old Dango has a few tricks up his sleeve and catching Jerkeye will be a breeze, I can feel it in my waters.”
“There’s a toilet up ahead,” offered Fang, uncertain what Dango meant by his waters and cast a quick glance at the floor to make sure Dango hadn’t already put his waters among them.
“No time Fang, there’s a crim to catch, and by tonight we’ll be heroes, and Jerkeye will be in cuffs and wondering how we managed to catch him so easily.
Fang having no reason to doubt his partner settled back to watch the passing scenery and await Dango’s next command.
Some hours later, with their car metres deep in snow, the two detectives realized they were in trouble.
“Fang we are in trouble, up a creek without a paddle, and if we don’t do something soon not only will Jerkeye get away but you and I will be frozen solid.”
Just then an old man appeared driving a tow truck and managed after some pulling and pushing to get the two detectives released from their potentially frozen fate.
As the old man drove away, Dango looked at the business card he left with them.
‘Jerkeye’s Towing and General Help in the Snow Services.’
“We almost had him,” said Fang watching the tow truck disappear.
“So close,” added Dango, “I didn’t know he’d aged so much. Maybe tomorrow?”