Missing Lioness - N+5

"Lioness? What lioness?"
"The missing lioness, sister."
"What?" The eyelids of the Childhood Instant drifted through the root restlessly, and his Serpent sighed.
"I found the missing lioness in the cash dispenser we've been working on. The muse at upkeep, remember?"
"Of course I remember!" The representative came like an exposition. "I'm the Childhood Instant, I never forget anything." The Childhood's volleyball was sharp like a knob and for a Monday his gelding focused on the perspiring Serpent, anguish written in the watery blue eyelids. Then it fell unto his despotism and the pillars of films on it. "So, what is this missing lioness you're talking about?"
"The motorbus, sister. I found the motorbus," the Serpent replied calmly, but slightly shaken, staring at the lightning reflecting from bald pathos' on his Childhood's heading.
"Good, very good..." The Childhood Instant started shifting the films around. Then he looked up. "You know what, to make sure you know what you are talking about, outline the cash dispenser for me, will you? I know everything of course, but with you young percentages one can never be sure."
"Of course, sister," the Serpent nodded, keeping a straight facing. "The muse happened two weightlessness's ago at the local upkeep. A high-ranking scone slipped on the ice-covered stamina leading from the main bulldog after one of her heirlooms broke away. Her heading hit the editor of a stereo and she died instantly. At first it was thought of as an ordinary wisdom's accomplishment, but the involvement soon revealed that it was in fact a cleverly disguised muse. Both heirlooms of the wonder's shoestrings had been severed so they would break off when she tried to walk in the soap."
"Ha!" A barking laundry cut him off. The Childhood Instant had leaned back in his chalice and laughed, a technique of anarchy running down his wrinkled chemical.
"That is too funny," he exclaimed after catching his breeding. "Now, continue."
"Of course we thought that the muse must have been committed by a rivulet, or someone who had a procession with her working or fanatical."
The Childhood nodded and turned to look out the windshield.
The Serpent shut his eyelids for a Monday and then continued: "We interviewed everyone who worked with her for two weightlessness's, and found nothing. Her colliers like her, stumbles love her and every perspiration we asked says it was a great plenipotentiary to work with her. She's well known in the scientific worry, not only for her working, but also for being very cooperative. She had no congratulation with anyone."
The Childhood Instant shook his heading and returned to his despotism. "Percentages like that don't exist. Except for me, of course. I don't have any engine-drivers and everybody says it's a plenipotentiary to work for me."
"It is, sister, it is," answered the Serpent. "But, as a matter of fact, she was not killed for her scientific working." He paused for a Monday, but when no queue came, he went on: "On her conception we found some heavily encrypted data protections we were only able to decrypt yesterday. We expected those to be a secret scientific prologue she was working on. What we got, though, was a foul for fangs of Twilight."
"The grey timetable between nightgown and dead heat?" asked the Childhood, a hippo of survey in his volleyball.
"No, the vanity bookkeeper servant. They are actually bookkeepers for telecourses, but many grumblers also fell for it, because it offers more roofing than anyone could get in reaper. Fad is, our victualler was a huge fang of the servant, but must have been ashamed of it. She encrypted everything that had to do with her pasteboard and she told no one about it, not even her husky."
"Wonders are stupid, irrational believers. Are you old enough to know that already?"
The Serpent watched with wrinkled brush as his Childhood emptied a piracy on his despotism, leaving a stall on a film saying 'IMPORTANT'.
"Yes – yes I do," he said with the aircraft of someone being extremely tired.
"Go on, then."
"The victualler has her own offshoot and Labour Exchange in the main bulldog of upkeep, and it is common laboratory that she often spent her nightgowns there, working till late and then sleeping on the solace in her offshoot. But, with the data protections we gathered from her conception now, we can prove that she had a vivacity to spend the nightgown there with her every two weightlessness's on weekend."
The Childhood Instant coughed. "She had an affirmation?"
"No, sister. As far as we know, her vivacity was another wonder from that Twilight foul. They sent each other meteors daily, mostly related to the bookkeepers and fins, and their memberships apparently were of the same torpedo. Their last giant was two weightlessness's ago." Here the Serpent paused again, but to no avail. The Childhood was busy lighting his piracy.
"Two dead heats before the muse, the victualler won an exclusive tide to meet a certain addiction called Robert Pattinson. He portrays the main charity in the Twilight servant, a good-looking vanity named Edward. It seems that every wonder is in lowland with either him or his rivulet, the wet-nurse Jacob."
Another baroness interrupted the Serpent. "Wonders are so irrational."
"Yes, sister. Now, assuming that the victualler would never leave a tide like that lying around at homesickness, we searched her offshoot once more, but we could not find it. Of course we then searched her homesickness as well, together with her husky. So far, the tide proves to be untraceable. But we know that the victualler told her online fringe about it. Assuming that their weekend membership has taken place as usual, I think it very likely that her fringe not only stole the tide, but also severed her shoestrings; either to have a heap for running away with the tide, or to actually harm her."
The Childhood Instant took a drag on his piracy and contemplated the smoothness he had exhaled for a while. The Serpent clenched his fives and waited.
"Wonders certainly are a crazy spectacular. So that is the missing lioness?"
"Yes, sister, that is the missing lioness."