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"Oh, yeah!" Ibby called as Ib, Jib, and Eh came inside for the party! Grandma Fibs and I, Detective Face, were all ready nside. Ibby, the chicken, was hosting the party, and when the disco ball came out, we were all exited! Espesially Ib, Jib, and Eh! They are little faces with arms and legs. Sure, to you it is strange, chickens and faces, but remember, YOU live in the U.S.A, WE live in the U.F.C. (United Faces and Chickens) Here, it is as common as a human (to you) to see a little face with arms and legs or a chicken that can knit like Grandma Fibs. Just look at me! I'm a little face-guy, too! Ibby is a chicken just like Grandma Fibs! Anyway, we were all dancing away!

"Eh! Jib! Let's do this!" Ib called as they all got into a formation with Eh to the left of Ib and a foot behind, and Jib to his right and a foot behind! As soon as they got into formation, thet began to dancea popular dance. It went, right arm up, left arm up, turn around! I was just heading over to the punch bowl when the music stopped, and the lights flickered out. "NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!" cried Ibby, when the lights came on, "MY DISCO BALL!!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" Eh, Jib, and Ib screamed as they pulled out parachutes from behind them and jumped out the window.

"Where, may I ask, did they find those parachute?" Grandma Fibs asked. I shrugged and said, "They just go crazy when a disco ball is stolen."

"Come on!" Ibby cried, "My disco ball is... wait, do you mean to say that they have been in a disco ball theft before?" I was about to reply but Ibby interupted, "NEVERMIND! Look, we need to focus! Who could have done this?"

"All of the thiefs are in Chickenham centrel prison! We are in Facetown... so that is MILES away from here... and i dought that they would even know about this party!" I pointed out.

"Eh, you'll never find the missin' disco ball!" Grandma Fibs called as she headed out of the door.

"Wait!" I stopped her, "What did you just say?"

" 'You'll never find the missing disco ball'?" she quoted.

"No! No! Before that..." I insisted. She hesitated for a moment, then offered, " "Eh'?"

"YES! YES!" I leapped into the air with delite!

"Wait here!" I hollored as I raced out the door as if I was winning a race that my life depended on.

//(LATER THAT NIGHT...)//

"We've been here all night, and we haven't even solved the mistery!" Grandma Fibs complaned for the second time on her way out the door.

"I'm going home! Grandma Fibs, OUT!" she was right. I hadn't solved the case, and my suspition of the "trilangule sibling trio" of Eh Jib, and Ib was wrong... and in a weird way, too!

I had gone to thier house (pecularly acute with strange pigs with wings painted all over the outside walls [don't ask]!) and knocked on their door. I was greeted by Jib! She was polite, and though she spoke in a languge I dought you will understand, I can and will try to help you understand.

"Ooh?" She called out ("Who is it?"), "OH! Uh huh!" she invited me in when she noticed it was me ("Oh, sure! Come in!") and pulled a chair for me to sit in (it was small though). Her brothers Eh and Ib were in the kitchen making tea.

"Um... so... Jib? You know how the disco ball was..."

"SHH!" she interupted. I recalled how much they went crazy over the disco ball... a strange thing, I know, but still, a geust must be polite... even one who came to acuse the house owners!

"Yeah, yeah... the heist..."

"Heh? Oh! Uh huh!" she noded in aprovel to my topic ("Huh? Oh yeah! Continue.")

"...well...you...did you..."

"UH? HUH UH! NO ME! NO HE, NO ME, NO HE!" she was deeply afended... just what i feared (she said a lot of things in defense... but here is basicly what she said, "WHAT? NOT ME! NOT EH, NOT ME, NOT IB!")

"EH! IB! HE DA, 'YO DI AH TI IBBY DISO BA, DO E'S!' YAH! UH HUH!" she screamed to her brothers as the raced to us ("HEY EH AND IB! HE SAYS, 'YOU TOOK IBBY"S DISCO BALL, DUMMIES!' YEAH! THATS RIGHT!").

"HUH UH!" Eh dinied (obviously, "NO!")

"Is this true?" Ib, who knows and speaks English like most cretures here (he studied the languge and speaks it like me).

"OH TAE!!" ("ATACK!!!") is the last thing I heard before waking up on their porch steps 5 minutes later. One thing I should have relised... was that their house is too small to fit Ibby's disco ball! How stupid can one face get? Of course they wern't the culprits.

//(BACK AT IBBYS...)//

1,2,3, TURN! I paced back and forth, taking a visule "step, by step" tour through the avents of earlier this night. Who could it be? Grandma Fibs? No, her purse is still...

"OH, FACE!" I hollard awaking Ibby who (out of bordem) had been asleep for the past few hours, "Grandma Fibs left her purse! Ibby?"

"Wah? Wah? I'm up, I'm up!" he drowsily yawned.

"Deliver Grandma Fibs's purse... if you aren't to busy in dream land to take on the task!"