Tom had a jar of chips.
The next morning the chips disappeared. (How cliche)
Tom decided to investigate. He put on an old, long brown jacket and a tan hat. He grabbed some magnifying glasses, binoculars, sunglasses, a flashlight, and other things to help him.
Tom asked everyone in the house.
They all said they didn't eat them, so Tom went outside.
He knocked on all the neighbor's doors. Tom knew all his neighbors very well. He jotted down the names of the people who didn't answer the door.
Everyone who answered the door said they had nothing to do with his jar of chips. Some of them scowled at Tom like he asked them a dumb question.
Tom's friends and a few other kids decided to join and help Tom.
Some neighbors just closed the door.
Others looked confused.
Then, Tom realized that the doors were locked the night the chips disappeared. Then how did the chips get eaten? He thought about robbers. But why would a robber steal some chips? Why didn't he steal keys or a purse or something?
Tom knew it couldn't have been a robber.
A smart kid suggested, "Let's look for fingerprints."
"But how? We're not professionals at that stuff." Tom replied.
"I have just the thing," the smart kid answered Tom.
Once the formula had been retrieved, the kids excitedly rushed to the jar. Unfortunately, the only fingerprints on there were Tom's.
"Maybe they used gloves," another kid suggested.
Tom decided to use some kind of camera the next night to see if the theif would steal the chips again. He bought a brand new bag of chips, of course, and emptied them into the same jar.
The next morning, Tom sped down the stairs and grabbed the camers. No one was in the clip...
Hmm, Tom did have a dog. Did his dog steal the chips? But how would his dog open the jar?
"Alright, Sammy, find!" Tom told his dog. The dog cluelessly sniffed and sniffed, until...
Woof woof arf, arf ruff! Sammy jumped on Tom.
"Wh-wha, did I.. eat the chips?!" Tom exclaimed.
Arf!
"B-but, do I have amnesia??"
Wuff!
Tom was frantic, "Then what was I doing?!'
Grr woof!
"I'm so confused, Sammy, help meee!"
Aroo wuff grr woof grr! Sammy also looked frantic.
"Nooo! Come on Sammy, you sleep with me, Sammy, please, explaaain! Who ate them?"
Aroo! Sammy pawed at Tom.
"But ho-owowow?!"
Suddenly, Tom's mom was shouting, "Tom, what is all that racket about? Why is Sammy barking so much? Please keep the noise down!"
Tom yelled to his mom, "I had a jar of chips two nights ago and somebody stole the chips! Sammy keeps telling me that I ate it, but I don't know whahahahaaaa!"
"Oh! Tom, you did eat them!"
"How did you know mom?!"
"I heard your footsteps down in the kitchen!"
Tom was upset now, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I wanted you to have fun trying to find out who did it! You know, with your roleplaying detective stuff!"
"WHAT?! Wait, so was I sleep walking?" asked Tom.
Arf! Sammy wagged his tail.
Then, Tom's dad started laughing.
Tom assumed that was a yes, and he didn't know else what to do. He found it actually funny that he really did eat the chips, so he laughed along with everyone else.