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Crappy title, I'll just go with it any. XD

I got my two Monk books yesterday: Mr Monk is on the Road. Mr Monk is on the couch.

Since there is a story arch between the books, I decided on reading 'The road' book first before the 'Couch' book. I spent 3 hours reading it! It was a great refreshener with humor, the characters, and basically just like the TV show except for the new character.

After I had finished Mr Monk is on the road at 10:18 or something, I went straight to bed--I put an bookmark in 'The Couch' book. While I had been reading it there was a plot for something else developing in my head taking in the information.

So as I was saying; I was thinking so I could sleep. Then I thought of the plot, characters, and the location or title for the something else. I remember 'Hicka',Street,Haunting, Case,In. Then TADA: Haunting Case on Hickaberry Street...In FLORIDA! :D

I fell asleep as soon the full title of 'Hicka' came into my head. But you won't see it on Wattpad.It's in draft formation. Yes, I did work on the new episode of Cassie 12. Got a little things done on it :3

Here's a sneak peek:

'' Hello, I am Chrispoher Wakon,I know my name almost sounds like the guy from Sherlock Holmes as Watson, But no, I work alone on cases from Florida to the globe. Maybe I should not bother telling you about the crime scene I am at wich is a white painted house with complimenting silk and over furnished inside that almost gave off a empty feeling once entering a twisted house maze.''

''   The body is beside the dining table still holding a brown coffee cup in his  blood dried hand and a unbottoned shirt that seemed noncomplete becase of the dark gray pants strapped by a brown belt around his waist. This scene reminds me of the series Chonk. I fully anticipate somebody to come through the door and start noticing out of the blue details.''

 

'' "Suicide." The Morgue guy said, after inspecting the body.''

 "John Wayne, the actor?"

 "This isn't the actor,despite his identicle appeance."

'' "So this guy lived under a false sense of security." ''

  "Yes Scott, Sherlan did."

 

 The Morgue guy is hard not to laugh at his jokes, expecially when he says different names.

 

'' "He died of dried cereal," I joked, referrring to the white bowl filled of those chocolate objects and tan boat like thingys seeped to the bottom of the object. The spoon is no where in sight. go figure for the extreme detailers.''

 

 "No, he was Murderd."

 

The officers, me, and the morgue guy looked towards the door surprised to see a man with brownish-ornage hair and a freckled face; This short statued man wore a black jacket with a blue shirt underneath and blue jeans, well under the shirt is a white one.