James Bond of Glue

    A girl once said that I was like the boring Fruit Looks, which I thought to mean, was fruit loops that have no holes. Like fruit loops that are less like life preserves, and they are more like rafts. To fix this problem, I started to think that I was a secret spy. The Cheery spy with the code name Oh No No.
     "There's a mystery!" The Oranges yelled!
     "Where?" I screamed back.
     "Fridge," he said mysteriously.
     I ran to the fridge, threw it open, and I saw a problem. Someone had murdered my friend Milky. He had a hole in his head, and his white blood was all over his steel coffin. "Who did this?" I glanced over to the pickle gang. "Did you three do this to him?"
     "Why? Think we did it because we are pickles?"
     "Yes," I said confidently.
     "Yeah, thats fair." Bobby Pickle said. "But we didn't do it."
      I was left with mystery on my beat. Then I saw the milky footprints to the because crisper. Pete the Beet. I opened the crisper, and yanked Pete away from his cellar-y. "Pete! Did you kill Milky."
     Pete was silent, and I had to go back to my glass of milk and cookies. I guess this mystery will never be solved.