Bamboozled

I don’t know how it started. I wasn’t awake at the time. As it is, even after 3 days, I’m still confused

but I’m on the precipice of putting the pieces together. Apparently, I sleepwalked out of my house, drove five miles to my office, and woke up in a puddle of someone else’s blood.

The detective slapped his hand on the table, hard. The noise made me jump. "Likely story, kid! You didn't sleepwalk through a murder scene. Just tell me what you did so we can get on with things." A bead of sweat rolled down my face. "No, really!" I said, "I'm no killer!"

"You're a tough nut to crack, kid, I admit that, but dragging this any longer isn't going to help your case. Especially if it's as unbelievable as your story. That's it. I'm going to take a break." The detective stormed out of the room, but an odd man slipped past him without him

noticing. “Guess what?” the odd man asked rhetorically, through a forced smile. “I’m the bad cop! Now spill the beans.” “I already did!” I said. Just then I noticed blood dripping onto the floor from the man’s crisp shirt cuff. I fumbled under the table for an emergency button.

When I pressed the button it made a loud squeaky sound, like a dog toy. Suddenly the wall shifted sideways to reveal a studio audience, and a man with sequined suit announcing me the latest winner of tv show called ‘Bamboozled.’ I was handed a large check and went home stunned.