🕵️‍♀️ Case File: The Missing Maeutang — A Susan & Oishi Mystery

Narrated by Oishi:

Every night, you can hear Susan stomping around like an elephant in front of the television, yelling,
“I knew it, Oishi Badoodle — it’s the neighbor!”

Turns out she’s binge-watching Law & Order: SVU again. And now she thinks she’s Olivia Benson — with a notepad, glasses, and enough confidence to act like she’s actually on the precinct payroll.

One sunny afternoon, Sus and I were walking in the park. I was excited — there was a carnival in the village, and I needed to see other faces besides Susan’s. Then we ran into Timmy, holding Mutang — you know, Maeutang, that weird-looking purple fish. He won second place during Bring Your Pet to Work Day. Second to me, of course.
I am Sir Oishi Barkcelot. Champion. Shih Tzu. Icon.

Narrated by Susan:

One not-so-fine afternoon, Oishi Badoodle and I were walking through the neighborhood when we saw Timmy with his purple fish — Maeutang, I think? We waved hello, then headed to the carnival.

Oishi and I had a blast. We rode the carousel, took selfies, laughed — life was good.

But on our way home, Timmy ran after us, crying.
Mutang was missing.

Oishi and I gasped in sync.
Sure, Mutang and I don’t talk, but he’s Oishi’s fish-friend, and that makes him family.

I hugged Timmy and said, “No one — and I mean no one — takes our babies from us.”
(Just to be clear, I was referring to Oishi and Mutang.)

I asked if maybe Mutang just wandered off. Timmy looked confused and said, “He’s a fish.”
I nodded. “And he’s purple. Anything is possible.”

Detective Susan V. was officially on the case.

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We checked Timmy’s house. The aquarium was empty. I rushed home to change — blonde wig, glasses — the works. Oishi and I hid behind a plant for surveillance, though he seemed more annoyed by a random dog sniffing his butt than by the crime scene.

We interrogated the fish market.
No luck. Just smells.

Timmy was spiraling, so we regrouped at home. I flipped open the murder board:

• Fish vendor? (Smells… fishy.)
  
• Postman? (Oishi barks at him daily. Suspicious.)
  
• That one lady who sells snacks? (Hmmm…)
  

Timmy sat on the couch, crying.
“He’s all I’ve got, Susan. When I play music, he swims toward me like he’s dancing. He gets me. I don’t have many friends, but I had Maeutang.”

I teared up. “I get it, Tim. I don’t know what I’d do if someone took my Oishi.”

Then I got serious. Maybe all those Bible studies with Yohanes and Brenda were sinking in.
I said, “You know what I do when life spirals? I pray. Tell Him everything. He listens.”

Timmy wiped his eyes.
“Lord, please help us find Maeutang. Show us where.”

Right then, a Carnival van passed by the window.

I scooped up Oishi — but not before I saw him quietly make a call. I swear he was on the phone.

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Oishi:

Yes, I made a call. I rallied the squad.

Sashmi the orange chihuahua.
Bulgogi the blue horse.
K-9 Unit from the guard post.

And of course, me — emotionally exhausted but still majestic.

At the carnival, we spotted a man in a ski mask holding Maeutang. Two other goons were snacking on popcorn and cotton candy like this was a movie premiere.

Susan didn’t hesitate —
She launched a throat punch while yelling “HIYAAAAA!”

The ski mask man dropped Maeutang. Another goon lunged forward — but before he could reach the tank…

Boyo came out of nowhere, punched the guy mid-air, and muttered,
“Not on my watch.”

Then K-9 sank his teeth into a third guy’s butt 

Timmy grabbed the aquarium, tears streaming. Maeutang, also teary-eyed (don’t ask how), looked right at Timmy. Their love was real.

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Oishi (closing narration):

We went home. Susan wouldn’t stop talking about how amazing she was.
To be fair, she did find Maeutang . She did it for me. I love her for that.

Then I heard it again from the couch —
“I knew it! It’s always the neighbor!”

Paw to face.
Not again, Sus.

Still rising 🔥 Still barking 🐾
— A Susan & Oishi Mystery