SDMB Brown and The Case of the Pissing Contest
Mr. and Mrs. Brown had one child. They called him Leroy, and so did his teachers. Everyone else in Cecilville called him SDMB.
Leroy Brown’s head was like the SDMB. It was filled with facts he had learned there. He was like the entire SDMB web site walking around on sneakers.
Mr. Brown was the chief of police of Cecilville. It had the average number of crimes for a community its size. Yet for nearly a whole year no criminal had escaped arrest. Everybody in the state thought that Cecilville had the smartest policemen in the world. Of course, nobody knew a boy was the mastermind behind the town’s police force. Mr. Brown never said a word about the advice his son gave him. Who would believe that his best detective was only ten years old?
SDMB Brown did more than help his father solve mysteries. He helped the children of the neighborhood as well.
When school let out for the summer, he opened his own detective agency in the family garage. Every morning, he hung out his sign:
BROWN DETECTIVE AGENCY
“No case too small. 25 cents per day plus expenses”
The first customer that summer was Carlos McPhee. Carlos strode up to the Brown residence and plunked twenty-five cents into the coffee can beside SDMB.
“I want to hire you,” he said. “Mugs Beany has been mercilessly taunting me all year ever since I wet my pants playing right field at last year’s softball game. He keeps calling me Carlos McPeePee. I’ve begged and pleaded for him to stop and he finally agreed to do so if I could beat him at a challenge.”
“What did he have in mind,” SDMB inquired.
“Mugs challenged me to a pissing contest!”
SDMB was taken aback. “Wait, do you seriously mean Mugs Beany wants to literally have a pissing contest with you?”
“Yeah,” sighed Carlos. “The rules are simple: whomever can sustain a steady, unbroken flow the longest wins. And the kicker is that I accepted the challenge. You see, Mugs covets my Dick Trickle autographed rookie card. So, if I lose, Mugs gets my card, but if I win, Mugs will never call me Carlos McPeePee ever again.”
SDMB was incredulous. “Why did you take him up on it? Mugs is easily twice your size and if he has a proportionately sized bladder…”
“I know, I know,” said Carlos. “But I was desperate to have the taunting stopped. You don’t know what it’s been like. You gotta help me, SDMB. The contest is in one hour and Mugs has been loading up on lemonade all morning. I’m so nervous, I’ve gone to the bathroom already. Use that big brain of yours and help me out of this mess!”
SDMB closed his eyes. He always closed his eyes when he needed to think. Meanwhile, Carlos paced back and forth nervously, checking his watch every ten seconds. Finally, Carlos could stand it no longer. “What am I going to do SDMB?”
“Don’t worry,” said SDMB, the sides of his lips curling up in a smile. “I know exactly how you can beat Mugs Beany!”
HOW DID HE DO IT?