Private was shifting in his chair uncomfortably, he knew that his mother had commited plus than 3 murders and since he's in California, it could be a 3 strike case. He cried a bit in his sleep when he heard his mother was going to most likely have a 3 strike case and have her gone for life in jail. 'I don't want toi guys to stay here!! I just want my mum!!' cried Private when Kowalski had asked him if they could stay one plus night. 'I'm sorry Private, we have to take her, she's commited crimes, we have to keep her in jail,' Kowalski had explained often. 'MOMMY!!!! Where are you?!' yelled Private, running to his phone and calling his mother. 'Look, eermmm... Private, if you're feeling lonely, toi can déplacer with us if you'd like,' suggested Skipper, trying to make Private feel better. 'I can't, this motel is the family business, and that house, when mum dies, is mine,' a dit Private. 'Simple then, me and Lily can stay with you!!!!' a dit Skipper, buttering up Private. 'Awwwww!!! Thank you!!' cried Private. Then, Skipper gave Private a smile, walked out the lobby and went to his room. 'Skippah is so nice, I should give him a free stay in here for a month...' a dit Private to himself.
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It was nighttime before Kowalski set off to find clues in Private's house, he had to find Ms. Bates, tell her that she must allow him to chercher the house, and find any sign where the check for $40,000 Marlene had is. He had to ask Private where his mother slept, apparently, Private had always mentioned that he left the door to his house overlooking the motel unlocked. But Private wasn't here, he looked in his office, nothing, nothing but dead, mounted, quails. 'Well, I can see that Private has a fondness for keeping trophies, he has a bunch of dead quails here, preserved and mounted for display,' muttered Kowalski. He then found something intriguing, a bottle of embalming fluid, taxidermist embalming liquid. 'Well, I assume that Private either is a taxidermist, one who preserves the dead animals, ou he's saving this bottle for the jour his mother dies,' thought Kowalski. He looked further, at the back mur of the office, he saw a very wide jar, which had a dead, preserved king cobra. Obviously, for having a kind heart, he's a taxidermist, a lover of dead things and preserves them for display. Kowalski, personally hated taxidermy, so he rushed out the office, disgusted, and decided to chercher in Ms. Bates's house, ou as it should be called, the Psycho house.
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Kowalski walked up the steps to the house, he called it the 'Psycho-path' that led from the motel, to the large house. 'Wow, I can't believe only two people live there, it's huge!!! And quite majestic, I'd die for a house like that,' a dit Kowalski, walking up to the front door. He slipped it open, and looked inside. The parlor was a beautiful place, there was a staircase with highly polished wood, a soft carpet that was tenderly made, as if par angels, no, saints. Even the doorknobs were pure polished brass. 'Uh, hello? Ms. Bates? It's me, Kowalski!! Are toi upstairs? Is your son home? I'd like to speak with toi Ms. Bates, hmmm... She's probably asleep, I should up there and wake her up. Kowalski walked gingerly up the staircase, feeling the smooth hand rails, and finally reached the top, he waited, hesitant, but as soon as he reached his flipper to open the bedroom door, it swung open. Ms. Bates was standing right there, sliced his face with her cuisine knife, three times. And Kowalski fell back, shocked par her sudden violence at him. 'You a dit you'd die for a house like this? Well, IT'S ALL YOURS!!!' yelled Ms. Bates, stabbing him repeatedly at the bottom of the steps, she shoved his body in a bag, and shoved that bag in a safe, she locked it up, nice and securely, and threw the sûr, sans danger into her dumpster. Erasing the evidence with her vacuum cleaner.
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'Where the hell is Kowalski?! He should be here par now Lily!! Have toi seen him?' asked Skipper. 'No, but he did tell me he'd chercher in the 'Psycho house' for the night to fully close the case, and he just vanished!!!' screamed Lily. 'Should I look for him?' asked Skipper. 'Well, mum told me on her phone that he had simply spent the night at her place, I didn't see him, I was asleep in my bedroom near the attic,' replied Private. 'So Private, what are we to do now?! We can't tell the police to close the case without Kowalski's evidence!! Even I don't know much on crime!!!' yelled Skipper. 'Alright!! I'll make sure that Kowalski is found, Bates Motel is not responsible for any unexpected outcomes in criminal activity!!' a dit Private, defending his business. But, unbeknownst to them, Lily had ran out, in their fit of arguments and yells, to chercher for Kowalski herself, she had reached the 'Psycho-path' when they were in the middle of their heated conversation. 'Boys are most stupid when they argue, it doesn't help them sense the world around them...' a dit Lily to herself, chuckling at how foolish they were for not noticing she left.
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It was nighttime before Kowalski set off to find clues in Private's house, he had to find Ms. Bates, tell her that she must allow him to chercher the house, and find any sign where the check for $40,000 Marlene had is. He had to ask Private where his mother slept, apparently, Private had always mentioned that he left the door to his house overlooking the motel unlocked. But Private wasn't here, he looked in his office, nothing, nothing but dead, mounted, quails. 'Well, I can see that Private has a fondness for keeping trophies, he has a bunch of dead quails here, preserved and mounted for display,' muttered Kowalski. He then found something intriguing, a bottle of embalming fluid, taxidermist embalming liquid. 'Well, I assume that Private either is a taxidermist, one who preserves the dead animals, ou he's saving this bottle for the jour his mother dies,' thought Kowalski. He looked further, at the back mur of the office, he saw a very wide jar, which had a dead, preserved king cobra. Obviously, for having a kind heart, he's a taxidermist, a lover of dead things and preserves them for display. Kowalski, personally hated taxidermy, so he rushed out the office, disgusted, and decided to chercher in Ms. Bates's house, ou as it should be called, the Psycho house.
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Kowalski walked up the steps to the house, he called it the 'Psycho-path' that led from the motel, to the large house. 'Wow, I can't believe only two people live there, it's huge!!! And quite majestic, I'd die for a house like that,' a dit Kowalski, walking up to the front door. He slipped it open, and looked inside. The parlor was a beautiful place, there was a staircase with highly polished wood, a soft carpet that was tenderly made, as if par angels, no, saints. Even the doorknobs were pure polished brass. 'Uh, hello? Ms. Bates? It's me, Kowalski!! Are toi upstairs? Is your son home? I'd like to speak with toi Ms. Bates, hmmm... She's probably asleep, I should up there and wake her up. Kowalski walked gingerly up the staircase, feeling the smooth hand rails, and finally reached the top, he waited, hesitant, but as soon as he reached his flipper to open the bedroom door, it swung open. Ms. Bates was standing right there, sliced his face with her cuisine knife, three times. And Kowalski fell back, shocked par her sudden violence at him. 'You a dit you'd die for a house like this? Well, IT'S ALL YOURS!!!' yelled Ms. Bates, stabbing him repeatedly at the bottom of the steps, she shoved his body in a bag, and shoved that bag in a safe, she locked it up, nice and securely, and threw the sûr, sans danger into her dumpster. Erasing the evidence with her vacuum cleaner.
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'Where the hell is Kowalski?! He should be here par now Lily!! Have toi seen him?' asked Skipper. 'No, but he did tell me he'd chercher in the 'Psycho house' for the night to fully close the case, and he just vanished!!!' screamed Lily. 'Should I look for him?' asked Skipper. 'Well, mum told me on her phone that he had simply spent the night at her place, I didn't see him, I was asleep in my bedroom near the attic,' replied Private. 'So Private, what are we to do now?! We can't tell the police to close the case without Kowalski's evidence!! Even I don't know much on crime!!!' yelled Skipper. 'Alright!! I'll make sure that Kowalski is found, Bates Motel is not responsible for any unexpected outcomes in criminal activity!!' a dit Private, defending his business. But, unbeknownst to them, Lily had ran out, in their fit of arguments and yells, to chercher for Kowalski herself, she had reached the 'Psycho-path' when they were in the middle of their heated conversation. 'Boys are most stupid when they argue, it doesn't help them sense the world around them...' a dit Lily to herself, chuckling at how foolish they were for not noticing she left.
