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To avoid scrambling for an answer, Debbie thought they had better go through the large crowd to get closer to the gem in question. "Bah! I still think it's just an overrated Cracker Jack prize," Tina said, as they pushed through the crowd. "I mean--what good is it as an oracle? It can predict the weather, the future and everything, but it can't even predict a simple football game." "Well, it's not exactly-"Debbie said, once they reached the plat- form, but both were suddenly pushed aside by the mayor's rotund belly. Even worse was the heavy, smelly smoke from his El Pewmodore cigar, which made the two girls gag and cough. "Ladies and gentlemen," he said aloud for all to hear. "The city is grateful for the generosity of the esteem Peerlesses to allow the much awaited exhibition of their most famous prize. As you realize, the gem stone is a very rare and spectacular artifact from the ancient... ancient....err.." "Wannapeepee tribe--a tribe indiginous to the Smitten Forest in the southwest..." Debbie whispered to him. "Oh--yes," he said. "The Wanna--pita bread tribe, from thousands of centuries-" "Years!" Debbie whispered. "Yes..." the mayor said, now somewhat annoyed. "--ago. And as a service to the community, one Alan Corwin, of the Dooley-Corwin detective agency, has offered his services to protect this precious artifact during its stay here. In addition, he has also offered to supervize the installation of the latest security system in our proud museum." "Thank you. your Honor," Alan said, as he stepped forward. Tina and Debbie merely glanced to one another.
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