100 Word Fan Fiction: Dale the Whale Beaches Adrian Monk

“Remember, leave that cloth exactly where I told you.”

“Boss, why all the cloths?  You’re been advertising to the world that you’re behind this for weeks.”

“Advertising? No, the indefatigable Capt Leland Stottlemeyer and his boobs in blue aren’t remotely smart enough to recognize my signature” said Biederbeck, “I’m only advertising my involvement to one person, Adrian Monk.”

“MONK! That freak is dangerous!”

“Not since I’ve arranged for daily delivery of the current “poop map” to his doorstep,” Dale the Whale’s laugh shook the room,   “I’m more likely to walk the streets of San Francisco than Adrian Monk these days.”


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