Mrs Sumner smiles succinctly, "That’s good," she reaches to a card table where a game of bridge is being polayed, and picks up a folder from a stack of them that set on the table, "It seems she says, speaking broadly, "That we have a particularly difficult one here dating back to a certain Annual Exempted Elementary School Spring Reveiw, the one we discussed earlier as a matter of fact."
"The one I starred in you mean?" Weener-Man asks brightly.
"Sheriff McIntyre had run you out of town with the rest of the Clover County Gang halfways through the first act," I point out.
"Ah, the vagaries of small-town theater," Weener-Man waxes nostallgically, "You’ll have to admit that it was one of my better performances."
Mrs Sumner rolls her eyes, but continues, "It seems that this file," she waves the folder in Weenerman’s direction has to do with the seeming disappearance and convenient reappearance of the cookies and punch intended as refreshments for after the Reveiw."
"And don’t forget," one of the bridge-players reminds Mrs Sumner, "The Doc had to perform some emergency tooth-surgery afterwards."
"Noted," Mrs Sumner agrees with the bridge-player.
HM Weenerman shrugs, "I don’t see what that has to do with me, because, I was on the stage the whole time."