Prologue
"What an extraordinary case," Inspector Clouseau mumbled to himself. He was on his way home on a plane from yet another exciting case concerning the Pink Panther Diamond. This time, he had to travel to America, where the thief originated from. He finally found the diamond in the hands of a man from New York City. The diamond was safely being shipped back to Paris, where he was heading now, and the man was arrested. "Yes, what a great case," the inspector once again said to himself as he opened the American newspaper on his lap. The headline read, "Pink Panther - Lost and Found . . .Again." Clouseau scanned the large article for a minute, then began to read other sections, including the weather and some news about schools that were falling apart financially. As he chuckled at some of the statements made, a flight attendant came over to him.
"Sir, would you like anything to eat?" she asked.
Clouseau's face lit up once he heard this. He looked up at the dark-haired woman and said, "I would like the hamburger," in an accent that wasn't understandable. The attendant stared at him in confusion.
"I beg your pardon?"
"I would like the 'amburger."
"Come again?"
By this time, Clouseau was getting a bit annoyed. In a slower voice, he repeated, "I . . . would like . . . the mburgah!"
"I'm sorry, sir. I don't understand."
"I WOULD LIKE THE DAMBURGER! THE DAMBURGER!" he screamed, gathering everyone in the cabin's attention. The attendant seemed to be getting a bit red in the face.
"What?"
"The 'amburgah! I would like the 'amburgah!"
"The hamburger?" She was finally catching on.
"Yes, the 'amburgah! That's what I was saying all along you silly person!"
"I'm sorry, sir. I'll get you one right away," the attendant told him, then walked away, Clouseau mumbling, "Silly Americans."
Everyone in the cabin was looking at him like he had three heads now. He stared at them in the same way when he noticed. "What?" he asked. "I just wanted the 'amburgah!"
In just a few minutes, the attendant was back with the inspector's hamburger. He gave her a little bit of money before she walked away, rolling her eyes. Clouseau didn't sense anything wrong, though. He simply ate his hamburger, one of his favorite foods ever since he had to go to America on a previous case. Once he was finished with it, he tried to get the attendant's attention so he could have another, but it didn't work, even after yelling loudly at her for quite a few minutes. "That's strange," he told himself. "She must be half deaf or something." He gave a small chuckle. "Oh well."
Quite a few hours passed before the plane reached Paris. Clouseau got out of his seat, put the newspaper down, and began to walk out of the cabin. Before he got off the plane, he once again tried to get the attendant's attention, hoping to get a hamburger for the car ride back to his house, but to no avail. Still confused as to why she didn't see him, he walked out of the plane, but fell on his way out. Suddenly, he felt himself falling, but much father than he should be falling when tripping. For minutes, he was in the air, screaming, until he fell to the ground with a thud. Very lightheaded from the fall, he began to look around. The carpet underneath him was red, and there was elegant wall paper all around him, unlike in the airport. There was a desk only inches away from him, and quite a few men were sitting in chairs; two were at the desk, and two others in front of it.
"What?" one of them asked. "You just fell from out of nowhere!"
"This isn't the airport," Clouseau noted as he stood up and walked up to the desk. The two men looked at him with confused expressions just as the inspector asked, "Does this place serve any damburgahs?"
A/N: Did you like it? Please review, and give me some ideas for this if you want. I'm always willing to except some new ideas.