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The Park: Monday mid Morning.

After leaving the station, Dale headed over to the park with the troopers, Turtle and a bucket of rocks in tow.

After spending a few minutes getting set up, Dale stood in front of a blackboard with the following list of names:

Aly
Karal Austreben
Barbossa
Pam Beesly
Bel
GOB Bluth
Dick Casablancas
Gavin Darklighter
Hermione Granger
Prue Halliwell
Jim Halpert
Annette Hargrove
Marco Conrad
Big Mexican Guy
Inara Serra
Luke Skywalker
Luke's robot
Ronan Nolan
Sokka
Assorted Turtles
Valentine
Lucas Wolenczak

After an old milk bottle had been set up on a stump sixty feet and six inches where Dale was standing and signs were posted around the area in the park reading "Beware of flying rocks!", Dale cleared his throat and addressed Turtle and the Troopers.

"As you well know, Ms. Wexler was recently a victim of a crime. It is our job today to find out which person is responsible for the destruction of personal property and make sure that he or she is brought to justice. Now before we begin, I'm going to explain what we are going to do by first talking about the country of Tibet."

Dale flipped over the blackboard which had the list of names written on it to reveal a map.

"An extremely spiritual country, for centuries the leader of Tibet has been known as the Dalai Lama. In 1950, Communist China invaded Tibet and while leaving the Dalai Lama nominally in charge, they in fact seized control of the entire country. In 1959, after a Tibetan uprising against the Chinese, the Dalai Lama was forced to flee to India for his life, and has lived in exile ever since.

Following a dream I had three years ago, I have become deeply moved by the plight of the Tibetan people, and have been filled with a desire to help them. I also awoke from the same dream realizing that I had subconsciously gained knowledge of a deductive technique, involving mind-body coordination operating hand-in-hand with the deepest level of intuition."

Dale flipped the blackboard over to the list of names and motioned at Ralph and Turtle to join him.

"Miss Wexler? Ralph? if you will please assist me, I will now demonstrate. Miss Wexler I want you to put on this pair of oven mitts and hold this bucket of rocks. When I nod at you, I want you to read off the name on the blackboard and describe the relationship you have with this person. Ralph? I want you to stand down by the milk bottle. Just... um. Don't stand too close."

Dale closed his eyes for a few seconds as Ralph grumbled and headed down to the milk bottle.

[ooc: Minor OCD ~~coming~~ is up! Feel free to gawk in the appropriate thread. Rest of the park is open for your use. Turtle modded with permission.]

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Turtle gave a nod, pulling on the oven mitts and wondering why she needed them, and picking up the bucket. She didn't think it was possible but, yes, someone finally beat out Old Man Westing for Crazy Methods. However, if anything, this was going to be insanely fun. If only she could keep herself from giggling.

Once prepared, she looked toward Dale and waited for the first nod.

Dale opened his eyes. He picked up a rock and nodded at Turtle. "Miss Wexler? The first name please."

"Okay. First name. Miss Aly. Deadpool made me ask her about dildos once."

Dale nodded.

"Aly," he repeated. "Dildos."

He then threw the rock which flew high and then disappeared. Much like a sneaky spy rock of some kind. It did not hit the bottle.

"Next name please," Dale said as he picked up another rock.

"Um..." Turtle looked at the list. "Karal Austreben. I said I would kick him on the radio for being a jerkface."

"Karal," Dale repeated as though talking to the stone. "Jerkface."

The rock flew through the air with a kind of pious quality. As though it wanted a quiet life as scholar and religious type rock.

It splooshed into the pond coming no where near the bottle.

"Next name, Miss Wexler," Dale said picking up another rock.

Head tilting, Turtle wondered about the effectiveness of this method. Oh, well. She was still banking of Ralph getting clobbered so she kept going.

"Mister Barbossa," she read. "He's a pirate. It seemed a piraty thing to do."

"Barbossa," Dale repeated. "Pirate."

The rock flew through the air and appeared to zig-zag as if it had imbibed too much rum.

It bounced off Ralph's helmet.

Ralph did not react. If he glared we couldn't see because again, helmet.

"Sorry, Ralph!" Dale called out as he picked up another rock. "Next name Ms. Wexler."

Turtle ducked her head as she held back a snerk. "Okay, uhhhh....Pam Beesly," she said. "Because I call her Collie."

"Pam Beesly," Dale repeated to the rock. "Collie."

The rock flew the air in a kind of artistic arc. It may have been hampered by the UST it shared with another rock even though they just considered themselves friends.

The rock hit Ralph on the head again and did not hit the bottle.

"Sorry Ralph!" Dale apologized. "Ms. Wexler, the next name please."

Turtle snorted. Poor Ralph.

"Bel," she said. "Because I made a big deal about all his smoochie-smoochie on the radio." Her nose wrinkled a little at that one.

"Bel," Dale repeated. "Smoochie-smoochie."

The rock flew through the air in a zig-zag motion. As though the rock seemed to have in internal battle between good and evil and had trouble deciding what its true nature was.

In the end the rock is a rock and it bounced of a very disgruntled Ralph's head.

"Oops," Dale said. "Ralph? you may want to back off from the bottle a bit. Whenever you are ready, Miss Wexler."

Turtle's face was pink from trying not to laugh.

"Heh, um, o..okay, uhh....GOB Bluth-- Wait, I don't remember him being on the list..."

Dale frowned slightly. "I added him on. He's a dastardly sort of man. One not above this type of crime. Go ahead and strike him off the list and we'll go to the next name."

"Uhhh, no, go ahead and throw a rock for him," Turtle said. "He owns Caritas, right? That's the most successful business in town. I own the second most successful business." Her eyes narrowed. "Maybe he's getting scared."

Dale nodded and said "GOB" to the rock following it with "Business Owner."

And if someone was listening closely they might have heard Dale whisper "Jerkface".

The rock flew through the air in what could be perceived as the wrong trajectory. The rock seemed to have known it from the start and possibly flew like it knew it had made a terrible mistake.

It too missed the bottle.

"Next name, Please," Dale repeated to Turtle.

"Dick Casablancas," Turtle said. "Dates Annette. More on that when we get to Annette."

"Dick Casablancas," Dale repeated to the stone. "Dates Annette."

The rock flew to the side and skipped across the pond almost as though it was surfing.

Weird.

Again... no where near the bottle.

Dale sighed and picked up the next rock. "Okay. Next name."

"Gavin Darklighter," Turtle read. "Made fun of his supposed not-date with Inara on radio."

There was a slight, doubtful pause. "Are you sure this will work? Or is even helping anything?"

"So far we have eliminated several suspects," Dale replied confidently as the rock flew through the air as though it was a farm boy who thought the ability to shoot womp rats from a speeder could make him a hero.

The rock however completely missed the bottle.

"We just need to keep going Ms. Wexler. Next name?"

Turtle sighed, muttering something under her breath about streamlining and wastes of time.

"Hermione Granger," she continued. "I called her a nerd when we were wee tiny."

"Hermione Granger," Dale repeated. "Nerd."

The rock flew like it knew exactly what it was doing and was smart enough to hit the bottle on its own. The rock also had a side of it that seemed to let other rocks copy its homework. If rocks had homework.

It did however completely miss the bottle.

"Next name, please."

Turtle took just the briefest second to look suspiciously down at the rocks.

"Prue Halliwell," she said, "because, in radio, I said her name reminded me of prunes."

"Prue Halliwell," Dale repeated. "Prunes."

The rock seemed to fly as though it thought it could control its own path. Perhaps even move things with it's own rock-mind. However rocks do not have minds so it completely missed the bottle."

Dale grabbed the next rock. "Who's next, Miss Wexler?"

"Uhhh, Jim Halpert," Turtle read. She shrugged. "I just put him on because he's Jim."

"Jim Halpert," Dale repeated. "Jim."

The rock jiggled in the air almost as though it had an affinity for jello. Quite possibly it also had an affinity or UST with another rock with artistic aspirations.

At least it followed the same path as the artistic rock and totally missed the bottle.

"When you're ready, Miss Wexler," Dale called out, a new rock already in his hand.

"Annette Hargrove." Turtle's eyes narrowed. "Arch nemesis."

"Annette Hargrove," Dale repeated. "Arch nemesis."

The rock flew straight and true and directly at the bottle which shattered into bits and pieces.

Glass shards bounced off Ralph's armor and onto the ground.

"And there we have it," Dale said with a frown. Annette was one of the first people he'd met in town and to find her responsible for a crime was upsetting.

He pulled out the tape recorder from his pocket and turned it on.

"Diane it is 10:33 am, Monday June 4th. From a process of elimination we appear to have found the person responsible for the destruction of Miss Wexler's personal property. Please remind me to check with the school regarding the proper protocols for interrogating a student."

Turtle stared at the broken pieces of glass from the Annette rock; she looked a little pale and possibly actually faintly green. Finally, she started blinking. "So, that....that's it? That means Annette did it?"

It...it made sense, yes, but...in fact, it made the most sense, but that...didn't necissarily mean Turtle wanted to believe it. She swallowed hard. This was big. Real big.

"Well a rock and a bottle won't hold up in a court of law," Dale countered, "But I've found this method of investigation highly accurate. I'll be contacting the school to discuss the questioning of the suspect and see what the results of the forensic tests."

"Don't forget the scissors!" Turtle reminded him. "Conclusive evidence that would hold up. Fingerprinting, DNA...." Made sense that Annette would have stupid pink-handled scissors, too.

"I should have the results back on the scissors tomorrow," Dale said with a nod. "Now, Miss Wexler, I have to ask you to promise me you won't take the law into your own hands. Right now Miss Hargrove is a suspect and is innocent until proven guilty."

Turtle nodded. "That's the reason I went to you guys in the first place," she assured him, shifting slightly. Not like she even knew what she would do with Annette anyway...

Just be careful of flying rocks. Feel free to help yourself to coffee or doughnuts.

Aiden took the scenic route back from the Perk today, and what a good idea that turned out to be.

If she hadn't, she'd have missed out on the people throwing rocks at a milk bottle. She needs that little bit of odd in her day to day life to make things interesting. So she stopped to watch for a minute.

For all your park needs outside of the rock throwing area!

Because the world must not end.

And yes. This is actually something Dale does. Scary huh?

does it work for him? *boggles*

As a matter of fact... (http://www. youtube.com/watch?v=vrb51EGXGqs)

http://www. youtube.com/watch?v=vrb51EGXGqs

Tries again with Youtube link...

so... having never watched that show... did they guy who actually had the bottle break do something bad?

Well not to spoil everyone, but the guy in question had something to do with the case and the girl's murder. Just not what everyone thought.

I still think this is the best thing EVER.

*absolutely dies from laughing so hard*

It's hard to hide laughter while at work omg.

*loves Dale SO MUCH*

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