Cleveland Johnson and the Great Donut Adventure

Scoil Mhuire Sandymount 5th class 11 May 2011
Cleveland Johnson, private detective, woke to the sound of ear-splitting cawing from those horrible crows.

He wiped the sleep from his eyes. He sprang out of bed and wobbled over to the bathroom, because his sugar levels were low.

He looked into the mirror and his rugged face stared back at him. He slicked back his illuminous red quiff to find that he had a grey streak.

“Am I getting old?” Cleveland asked himself.

But no matter, he was a handsome devil all the same.

Nobody knew this, but Cleveland wore his leather jacket under his pyjamas in case he was recruited during the night for a mission.

He went to brush his golden teeth and pulled up his sleeve to reveal his heart tattoo on his muscular arm that said, “I Love Donuts Just As Much As Mummy (Once They Have No Pink Sprinkles).

Once again, Cleveland had this strange overwhelming feeling that reminded him that he hadn’t had his daily sugar fix. He wobbled to his car and jumped in.

He drove down the road as fast as he could to Dunkin’ Donuts and pulled in. He said, “I’ll have my usual.”

The shopkeeper said, “No pink sprinkles right?”

She turned around to get the donut but it wasn’t there.

“Oh,” she said, “That’s strange, I’ll just have a look in the back.”

Suddenly the cucumber walked into the shop with a donut in his hand and said, “Hey Cleve, what’s up?”

The shopkeeper came back to the counter looking like she was about to burst into tears. “Someone has stolen my beloved donuts! Every single one of them!”