Spy vs Spy at Good Wooden Leg

Joanna and I headed out at lunch today. We were both hoping to catch some sun and warm up a bit. We walked the usual route over the bridge down Osborne. We met up with George, who was coming out of the Shoppers. I gave him a cheerful wave before remembering that we are supposed to be sworn enemies. "Oops! I forgot to snub you!" I giggled.

Earlier in the week George asked me, "which one of us is supposed to be the evil one again?" I explained that after 25 years of being fair and virtuous I was feeling enticed to cross to the dark side, although he clearly is more evil looking than I.

"I'm not very good at this evil thing," I admitted.

"Fine, I'll be the evil one," George said and carried on his way back to the office.

When Joanna and I got back we saw George again at the photocopiers. I can't remember what he said, but I then turned to Joanna and said, "y'know, neither one of us is very good at being a villain. We're just both too nice."

I wish I could eat my sweet sweet words because when I walked into my cube I found a crime scene on my desk.

I'm not really sure what happened, but apparently because last week I hung Abi's pony, George cracked my monkey. I guess some tiny thugs of his came in and whacked the poor little guy over the head with a pencil. Tragic, yes, but I think I might actually have shed a tear if they had done something to the little penguin who sits beside the monkey. Naturally, I took tons of photos for the investigation. I think there may be a finger print too.

Naturally, George has an alibi and apparently Hollene has joined his team. I think she's after my shoe collection.

The evil war is on, but help me readers, how am I going to top this?