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oh, that trickster! he's up to his old tricks again and this time he's broken the baby.
   
  it's not like me and the baby are best friends or anything, but she was always following me around,
  crashing at my place, showing up at the disco and crawling around the dance floor in my gold-
sequined dress and then trying to say she didn't by yelling, "no! no! no!" and crying really loud. i
knew she was lying because there was dried up drool on the front of the dress and a streak of poo
inside. if you're going to borrow my clothes without asking then at least wear a diaper and don't try
  to lie. but the baby wasn't very smart and i didn't have to do an investigation for one second to
  know what she did.
 
i didn't think much about it when i hadn't seen her for a few days. maybe she was in a playpen
somewhere with her baby friends, crying and pooing and pretending not to know how to talk or how
  to get into discos by not wearing a diaper because they smell and show through clothes.
   
  but i knew something was up when the trickster left a message on my walkie-talkie inviting me for
lunch at the sushi restauranté — his treat. the trickster never treated so i knew right away that part
  was a trick, and i didn't know why he wanted to meet me since we didn't hang out anymore. we
  used to be best friends: me, trent, shifty, the trickster, but one time the trickster kept imitating me
  and doing everything i did and repeating everything i said, so i hated him. then one day at school
  the teacher was reading a book about being nice and saying you're sorry if you're mean to some-
  one and i thought maybe the trickster was being nice like that. but i wasn't taking any chances and
  put on my investigator's disguise just in case.
   
  i got to the sushi restauranté right on time and no one could tell it was me because i was under-
  cover under my hat. there was a tray of sushi waiting for me, but the trickster wasn't there — only
  his picture, and the left arm of the baby. i could tell it was going to take my very best investigation
  skills to solve this case and put the baby back together.
   
  read part two or read the story in its entirety here. learn more about the project here.