The suivant day, Detective Kowalski Arbogast was looking around the motel, he soon headed to the ice box, there was a red liquid drops, and he lifted the cover. He screamed as he found a severed hand, Kowalski gasped as he pulled it out to reveal that it was an entire arm, attached to a shoulder and severed at the shoulder blade. 'This is the arm of what might be a murdered penguin,' a dit Kowalski at a speech, 'There are a mass murders in the area, a girl manchot, pingouin went missing after playing with her toys near Ms. Bates's home, and found dead in a creek three days later, another case, an loutre par the name of Marlene, fourth victim and most récent to the Bates Motel. Are there any questions as to why I see Private's mother killing?' They all staid silent, then, a police officer stood up. 'Mr. Arbogast, how could toi see Ms. Bates at her window? It's bizarre,' a dit the deputy. 'Well, what's bizzare about seeing Ms. Bates?' asked Kowalski. 'Ermmm... Come here, I need to montrer toi the criminal records sir,' a dit the deputy. 'Alright, let's see what damage there is on this property,' answered Kowalski, heading to the police files and following the officers.
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After the meeting, Kowalski was shaking, the police records showed otherwise, what is Private up to? Perhaps his mother killed Marlene for the $40,000 she had? ou because she was overprotective of her son? Skipper had headed to Kowalski, his new room had to be shared with Kowalski, it had a bunk bed, a 3-seater couch, and a small TV. 'So have toi found any evidence Kowalski?' asked Skipper. 'The suspects are still either Private, ou his mom, we can't determine which one is the criminal because we need an investigation of the home,' answered Kowalski, dangling his feet over the haut, retour au début bunk of the bed, it was far too small, but good for Private's size. 'I already know that Lily might not douche tonight, for fear of being killed also. She knows from experience, and I like her style,' a dit Skipper. 'You miss Marlene don't toi Skipper?' asked Kowalski. Skipper now let his tears flow, he had been holding them for hours. 'Yes.... I miss her, she loved my charms, and I loved her, I never got the chance to tell her how much I truly loved her...' Skipper was now full-out sobbing. 'There there, shhh.... I remember losing my father in a shooting, it inspired me to become a detective,' a dit Kowalski, 'Tomorow, theee sun will come out, tomorow....' he sang until he dozed off.
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suivant morning Skipper woke up to Private staring at him with those blue eyes. 'Auuugh!! Don't scare me like that ya prick!!!' yelled Skipper. 'I wanted to say that mum made breakfast, it's really good, try it,' suggested Private, heading to the door. 'Mum this!!! Mum that!!! She killed my girlfriend!!!' yelled Skipper when Private shut the door. Reluctantly, he got up, went to the lobby tables, and ate. All that glorious food... Danishes, doughnuts, coffee, pancakes, stir fried crab, no wonder Private was so pudgy!! 'Skippah, have toi tried my mum's doughnuts? They're made fresh from her garden in the backyard,' replied Private cheerfully. 'Not yet, I can't trust your mother, she might be a deadly killer,' replied Skipper. 'I assure you, she doesn't kill people unless she's jealous, toi my ol' chum, will not make her jealous,' a dit Private. 'Oh fine!!! I'll try the stupid doughnuts!!' barked out Skipper. He hesitated, dipped his doughnut into the coffee, and took a bite, it was practically dancing on his toungue, Kowalski was murring at the taste of the doughnuts too, and they immediatly thought of the happiest jour in their lives. 'Bring me another one Private!!' yelled Kowalski. After Private set down the plates of doughnuts, they ate, addicted, and Private stood there, with no emotion as the doughnuts splattered around him. 'Why do I still let guests have doughnuts?' asked Private to himself.
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Skipper swore after he got out of that daze, that he had packed on the weight, but he passed out before any significant weight was packed on. 'Kowalski!!! Wake up!! We've been bamboozled!!!' yelled Skipper, smacking Kowalski. Kowalski sprung awake, and babbled. 'THE SKIN TEXTURE OF A PIG IS SIMILAR TO THAT OF A HUMAN!!' yelled Kowalski. 'Stop babbling and let's go, we gotta find clues to this case and put an end to it okay?!' asked Skipper, annoyed. 'Alright!! But, EINSTEIN HATED SCHOOL!!!' yelled Kowalski, only to recieve another slap from Skipper. The two of them pulled out equipment for clues, then proceeded to scan the area around the Bates Motel and Residence. 'Around the motel is a vast wilderness, and swamp, we can assume if Marlene was killed, her body could be in the wilderness, ou in Private's house. Today, we'll scan the woods, and we can scan the house tomorow,' suggested Kowalski. 'Alrighty then, that sounds like a plan to me!! déplacer on!!!' barked out Skipper.