This dapper dandy has an appointment.

All dressed up in black tuxedo and tails, shiny black shoes and manicured fingernails, rushing past.

In a hurry.

“Another case, Monsieur Poirot?”

“But, of course, with a brilliant mind like mine, one is needed to solve the case! I have to find the key to the mystery amongst an ocean of red herrings!”

"Are you French?"

"Mais non! Je suis  Belge!"

"I am Belgian, Mademoiselle, not French. It is my style, my

grace, my superior mind that separates me, and of course,

my accent, cute, eh?". winking and touching her cheek.

"Oh, you're a real  charmer, Monsieur Poirot! If you need any

help finding the dust bunnies, those men in the nice white coats over there can help you out, okay?"

"   I must solve this case alone. Do not worry, Mademoiselle, Hercule Poirot will crack this case, tout de suite!"


“I have the mind, like the steel trap. I must use my “little gray cells” to find out who, who is putting those pesky little dust bunnies under my bed!”

“It seems an impossible case, Monsieur Poirot”

“Non, non. It is my finest hour, Mademoiselle. My finest mind will dig through every piece of dust in this building to find the culprit!”

“Any clues yes?”

A pinch to the cheek.

“It is top secret, Mademoiselle, very hush, hush.”

“I must hurry to solve the case!”

“I’m sure you will “sweep” up the evidence.”

“I have not lost a case yet, Mademoiselle! I, Hercule Poirot, will outfox the dust bunny!"

Shaking her head, the nurse at the mental hospital watches as the man strides back to his bed like a peacock.