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An Evening with olilolo: Opportunity Knocks

An Evening with olilolo: Opportunity Knocks

Two weeks ago I was unexpectedly visited by olilolo’s own Stu and Doyle at my house.

“To what do I owe the pleasure,” I asked the pair, as I reached for my broom, “at midnight on a Tuesday?”

I swept the shards of broken glass into a neat little pile beneath my bedroom window, while the guests untied their harnesses and caught their breath.

Two abseiling ropes were hanging in through my broken window, where they had entered moments earlier with a crash and an airhorn. A look of pure exhilaration was etched into Stuey’s face. Doyle took both of the harnesses and calmly tossed them into my laundry pile.

“We need to talk.”

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A Sasquatch Mystery – Part 5 – The Epic Conclusion

‘A Sasquatch Mystery’ begins here. Continue reading Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4. * * * Stu yawned. It was just another day on the job. He turned and looked at me. I frowned. “What?” he asked, from the back seat of my car. “You’re a slob,” I said, from the front. “And there’s a bucket of hot wings on your stomach!” Stu had climbed into my car for a nap, and had been sleeping there without my...

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A Sasquatch Mystery – Part 4

‘A Sasquatch Mystery’ begins here. Continue reading Part 2, Part 3. Stu’s house was as innocent as any other. Originally a McDonald’s drive thru, now decorated with bronze robotic statues of Scarlett Johansson – it was awesome. Except for one tiny flaw: Stu was a traitor. You see, my name is Mauso elMaco. And I am a member of the olilolo Sasquatches, a casual touch football team who plays on Wednesday...

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A Sasquatch Mystery – Part 3

‘A Sasquatch Mystery’ begins here. Continue reading Part 2. I roared along the streets of Oliloloville at twice the legal limit, speakers blaring with “The Final Countdown”. The noose was tightening around Stu’s neck as I approached his neighbourhood. The man had been leaking our team’s secrets to The Monsters, and he would pay for his treachery. The olilolo Sasquatches were not a forgiving team. At the...

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A Sasquatch Mystery – Part 2

‘A Sasquatch Mystery’ begins here. Speeding down the highway in my sports car, I fished into the depths of my coat pocket. I suspected Doyle to be a traitor, which meant I had to interrogate him face to face. I was going to give the Olilolo Headquarters. I extracted Doyle’s business card from my pocket and inspected it. The old cardboard was smudged with chocolate finger prints, which I suspected were Doyle’s. He...

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