The Dumb and Dumber Detective Agency

“Mr. Detective, this is terrible! We’ve got a case!” Elephant came rushing into the detective agency and plopped down in a priceless antique chair made of golden-thread nanmu, worth a hundred million. The treasure collapsed on the spot.

“Go on, what’s the case?” The detective glanced at the 108-pack on Elephant’s body. He was furious, but didn’t dare say a word.

“My wife’s been flirting with Lion lately. I suspect there’s something going on between them. I hear investigating affairs is your specialty, Mr. Detective.” Elephant struggled to his feet from the wrecked chair. What was this thing made of, paper? I’m in such great shape. It just fell apart, and I nearly wrecked my backside.

“Sure, no problem. But could you pay for the chair first? Ten billion. Every penny counts if we want to keep our relationship intact.”

“It’s only money. Do a good job, and I’ll give you a trillion, no problem.” Elephant patted his pocket. All he had was fifty cents, his food budget for the whole month. I’ll write you a check I can’t cover. You won’t complain, right?