The Case of the Missing Basketball Rim

“Shot!”

Basketball season was about to begin and we were at the gym practicing our skills.

“Man I’m tired,” I complained, “I need a drink.”

“You ain’t ever gonna get on the team if you have to stop every five seconds,” said the Professor.

“Everybody who wants a drink say I” I said. My best friend, Joe Mama, and the midget, Hot Sauce, said I but the Professor didn’t.

“I’ll be right back,” I said, “I’ll go get us some water.”

“Baller, wait, my mom will take you just walk down there,” yelled Joe Mama.

When I got down to Joe’s Mama’s house she was in her car waiting for me.

“Joe called me and told me you were coming,” said Joe’s Mama, “man are you a slow walker or what?”

“Hey just enjoying the breeze,” I replied.

After we got the water we went to the gym. It surprised me that when we walked in nobody was playing basketball.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as I walked in. Hot Sauce pointed up to the goal and when I looked up there was no rim.

“Where’s the rim?” I asked.

“We don’t know,” said Joe Mama, “we came in after you left and it was gone.”

“Well, if no one knows where it is or who’s done it I guess I will interrogate everyone until we know where it is,” I said.

“Professor,” I said, “come with me.”

After I got Professor to come with me I asked him a couple questions. Nope, wasn’t him. Why would he do it when he was the one complaining about stopping for a drink? Let’s try Hot Sauce.

“Hot Sauce, you next,” I called.

Hat Sauce was a little more suspicious. He was really squirmy and was starting to sweat. Then, before I asked him any questions I realized he was to short to even get net. It can’t be Joe Mama, he was my best fiend. I got to think.

After a few minutes of thinking I new who it was.

“Joe Mama,” I yelled, “come here.”

“No,” said Joe’s Mama, “ it wasn’t my baby.’

“How do you know?” I asked her.

“Umm, Umm,” replied Joe’s Mama.

“Exactly,” I said.

“Baller!” yelled Joe Mama, “stop doing this to her she didn’t do nothin’.”

“Well,” I said, “ actually she did.”

“What do you mean?” asked Hot Sauce.

“Well,” I started, “ I knew it wasn’t Professor because he was mad when we stopped playing ball. I knew it wasn’t you, Hot Sauce, because you’re to short to even get net, there is no way you could’ve done it without a ladder and do you see a ladder, no. So my last two choices were Joe Mama and Joe’s Mama. Then I knew it was Joe’s Mama.”

“It wasn’t me,” said Joe Mama.

“I said your mama,” I said calmly.

“Oh, sorry,” said Joe Mama.

“Well, back to what I was saying,” I continued, “ I knew it was Joe’s Mama because we all walked out together and she must of dove up when we were talking about going to her house to give me a ride and hurried and took it down. When she finished that she hurried and drove home because when I got there she was in her car waiting. She also used the lame excuse that you called her, Joe Mama. Then she came into the gym to see who got blamed.”

“Is this true?” asked Joe Mama.

“Yes,” replied Joe’s Mama, “but I just did it to pull a prank. I was going to put it back.”

“Where is it at?” asked Professor.

“In my car. I’ll go get it,” said Joe’s Mama.

Just like that I solved the case. Maybe I should become a detective?