The Complicated Life of Gargoyle Motts (Chapter 2)

Author’s Note:

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Inside, Gar-Gar winced but he remained cool, calm, and as happy as he could appear, given the circumstances. He tapped his paw-communication-code to the butler.

The butler interpreted the tapped translation aloud for the relatives to understand.

“You’re exactly right. The only logical conclusion is that the inheritance belongs to you since you are the only people named Cook and Butler, even though to my right and to my left stands an actual cook and butler who have worked here for some time. Unless… you too are an actual cook and butler also by profession… Would you like your inheritance in the form of coins, a check, or more lemon bars?”

Gar-Gar asked the strange family as he eyed the empty dessert plates with a look of amusement.

“A check will do!”

The leader of the mustache-family eyed the small dog with disgust.

“Give us just a few moments please.”

Gar-Gar, the cook and the butler walked to the corner of the room and slid down a fireman pole. The reason that there was a fire pole in the mansion was an interesting story. Years ago Gar-Gar had called a company to come fireproof the house. The company misunderstood and turned the house into a fire station. Instead of making them change it back to being not fire proof, Gar-Gar and his owner decided they liked the fire poles as they were. There was no fire truck at the house, although there might as well have been because the house was set up just like a large firehouse. But the house was not fire proof at all. It looked so much like a firehouse that sometimes people would get confused and stop by the house expecting to speak with firefighters. Why the people stopping by needed to talk to firefighters in the first place was an uncertain unanswered question. However, the butler was kind and always sent the random people at the door step across the street to the actual fire station for whatever they needed. Maybe, they were looking for calenders? Or, maybe they were looking for something entirely different.

Anyway, there was a fire alarm on the first floor by the front door but it was down low where most dogs could pull it. Without a need for any paw tapping, for communication purposes, Gar-Gar looked at the cook and butler. He nodded and pulled the lever for the fire alarm. The siren sounded and the mansion that was not fire proof, or actually on fire at all was exited by the three individuals who’d lived there for quite some time.

They hopped into a black corvette which had all their needed luggage and necessary items for a quick getaway. The car zoomed off into the street. The butler drove. The screeching tires marked the concrete. Casually, the butler turned on his favorite podcast on grammar and punctuality as he drove through the neighborhood. The cook filed her fingernails, she seemed unamused but it’s because she was not a fan of podcasts, especially podcasts on grammar and punctuality. She was usually always late, except for meal time that is.

The family with the thick mustaches and eyebrows were rather shocked and were not about to go down the fire poles. Instead, they ran down the stairs of the house. Just as they got to the door, several firemen burst through to rescue them.

“Where’s the fire?”

One firefighter yelled.

The leader of the family yelled back.

“We don’t know!”

They ran to the front yard and stared up at the towering house as if it were about to blow up in flames. Of course the mansion didn’t burst into flames at all and eventually the firefighters determined that there was no fire, or even the slightest hint of smoke except for a candle that was burning in the bathroom from where the will-reader had lit it earlier before he’d left. Why he thought it was a good idea to light a candle in the bathroom was quite a good question but no one had the answer to it. It didn’t matter though because the candle was not what had set the alarm off in the first place. One of the firemen did blow out the tiny flame though. Meanwhile, the family on the lawn were about to be questioned. Their answers, or lack there of, were bound to be interesting…

Gargoyle Motts and his team were about to board a plane to Switzerland…

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Author’s Note:

Stay tuned for part 3…