As they walked, it seemed almost every building had some similar contrivance as decoration, adorning the street in a cacophony of clangs, bangs and whirs. The street’s surroundings danced with steam and smoke, the scent of oil and grease its perfume.

She holstered her weapon, raising the hem of her skirts and stepping lightly around the dead bodies.

Follow those rats! They may lead us back to Muggins!

I look at the others, simpering courtiers and visiting dignitaries, all unsuspecting of what is to come. A merciful man should spare them, but I had mercy cut out of me at a young age.

Storm’s coming, boys. Doesn’t bode well, not with the moonrise tonight.

I marched to the head Elf. “Where’s the frog?

She gritted her teeth. The man dances like a clod. I’d rather dance with Mr Jenkins, who can barely move.

You’ll have to do better than that chaps, if you want to kill me!

Yes sir, the fish was left in place of the crystal ball. It's been bagged and tagged for analysis.”Great. Now we have another red herring on our hands.

I’m Detective Piper of the Fairyland Metro Police, and I've been called in to investigate the incident of the missing frog prince…