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This is Officer Butters, providing you with this daily report.
In a world, stale. Not much else to give to this unwanted retort.
I will say that my findings have been rather consistent with the previous assailants.
I am still trying to track down the culprit, so please be patient.
There have been a string of stains in the cars lately.
Everything from peanut butter ripples to melted jelly.
I understand how pressing this matter is for the entire force.
I will need to gather more evidence of the curse.
The trail leads me to a small bakery on the upper west side.
Some of my buddies say that the culprits must be here, so I immediately thought this was a place where they could hide.
Turns out, it was just a bust in the end.
Someone mistook a rolled bit of pizza crust for a donut, and I had to leave my newfound friends.
I feel that sensation coming on, a tingling in my bones.
There has to be some connection somewhere...
There it is, it's located on the way home.
Quick! I need a whole squad to go in and intercept this felon.
We will not let them slip from the clutches of justice again. Mark my words, Strawberry Melon!
Ha! Caught red-handed with your hands in the batter.
Save your pleas for the judge, right now it doesn't matter.
I have twelve hungry cops that want a box of donuts each with the lot.
Hurry up and get to work Strawberry!
Or else I'll lock you up on the spot.
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