Murder Of John Walters

Take an apart, Shirley Penguin. Well, these law boys can't fly, boys.

Neither can Penguin. Yeah. Gee, blackie. I didn't know that it was a lake down this part of the park. Oh, sure. He was never taking this path to marry before. Huh? What do we do from here, Swint?

Now we take this footbridge. All right, gee. But sure, there's a funny tooth lake that's stuck a little in it. Well, stay away from that bridge railing. He'll be telling me if the funny wet lake fits a little one.

Hey, yeah. Boy. No one. Well, mine in the water there. I've got it sure. Uh-oh. Is it? It sure is. Is it dead? If it isn't, it's awful careless. My mother said, look. Gee, boys.

Is he dead? You use a long cronion, shot one. When a he is dead, he's and it. My virtue was my case of no breathing. What a match with him. Oh, sure. Yeah. Then we better call a cop.

Are you kidding? You kidding? All I have to do is pronounce the word body and inspect the Faraday just how to sell all for me. See what do you know? Face down in the water with his feet on the shore.

That plane takes his suicide, boys. It's gonna be okay to call a cop. It'll be murder to call a cop, surely. Because that's what this is. This guy didn't bump himself? Not unless he rode here on the back of a duck.

Look at his shoes. Sir. Kind of neat, look. And he called a neat trick. Getting here without walking on him. Oh, ah, that's his old boy, no. There. What do you mean by that, boss?