It was a dark and stormy night when I first received the call from the esteemed Professor Thistlewaite. "B.J., I have a mystery on my hands!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling with desperation.
"A string of missing socks has been plaguing my household, and I require your expertise to solve the crime!"
I arrived at the scene to find a trail of lone socks, scattered across the floor like a trail of breadcrumbs leading to a mysterious lair.
"The game's afoot!" I declared, donning my trusty deerstalker cap, ready to take on the case of the missing socks.
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