The Syrup Chronicles: Waffles and French Toast

BOOK 1: WAFFLES AND FRENCH TOAST

Willy, a normal penguin, doing the usual detective work around Club Penguin. But when a shortage of syrup hits the island, he vows to find out where it all went, but along the way, he'll find out why the syrup's gone, and goes on a life changing journey to find out what he was really meant to do.

Introduction: The Great Potato Famine

Many, many, many, many, many, many, MANY years ago, Ireland experienced a huge potato famine and all the people could eat was leafs and dirt. All the people were forced to go to America, where they were having a syrup shortage. Everyone was sad. But soon enough, a young hero named Dave Hammerburg solved the crisis by going to the Vermont Syrup Company. They had stolen all the syrup to rake in the profits. But Detective Hammerburg solved the case and was rewarded greatly. What does this have to do with our story? Well, dear readers, if you want to find out, read on to chapter 1, but be warned, it's pretty scary. I mean it's REALLY scary! All right, if you want to read on, that's fine by me, but don't blame ME when you have to sleep with a nightlight for the rest of your life.

Chapter 1: Silent Storm

It was another dark and stormy night. I mean it was really dark and really stormy! Well, anyway, I was just sitting at my desk with my feet up when I heard a knock on the door. "It's open," I said. "Will! Will!" shouted Iceberg, my best friend. "What is it?" I asked him. "We're having a modern day syrup shortage!" I stared at him. "You're kidding, right?" I asked. "No. It's very real." "Well, I guess I guess I'll have to stop this." I was a private eye, so I mostly did the detective work around the island. "Good luck Willy!" shouted Iceberg as I ran out of my office. It was pouring outside as I walked with my fedora down, my coat collar up, and my hands in my pockets. I decided to round up the usual suspects. But when I turned a corner, I saw a black figure in the alley.

Chapter 2: Left-Hand Larry and Monkey Wrench Jim

"Hey, where you going flat foot?" said a muscular penguin with a toothbrush on his left hand. It was "Left-Hand" Larry and his sidekick Jim. I called him "Monkey Wrench" Jim because he was always playing second banana to Larry. "What do you want Larry?" I asked the big goof. "We want our payment." said "Monkey Wrench". "Be quiet!" shouted "Left Hand" Larry. "Fine, fine. Anything to get you guys to stop breathing down my neck." I said as I handed the duo their payment. "Finally, our peanut butter cookies." said Jim. "Now that we've got our cookies, we shall use our real British accents, and put on lounge jackets and cool little hats and monocles and have tea and scones. Good day Master William." said Larry. "Oh and call me Lawrence." "And me James." said Jim. And with that, Lawrence and James walked away. "I live in a very strange place." I said to myself as I continued to walk down the street.

Chapter 3: The Pancake Caper