Miranda holds up the cute plush toy and the evidence you got,
and frowns.

"It still doesn't tell us where Quackerjack went."

You look at your watch, and it dawns on you that it really
doesn't matter any longer- the deadline has passed- and
the Scribbling has become permanent.

Depressed, and somehow thinking it was your fault, you leave
for the Police Academy for one more year.

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Awww... oh well. The End it is.

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