The offices of C&D Detective agency were quiet, too quiet. Business had been slack lately, the global economic slump had meant that people were not loosing their umbrellas and budgies were staying at home in their cages. Erin was moonlighting once again at her old job as a courier, Skye was working her cookie route selling home made cookies, while Dawn and Caitlyn only came in on alternate days. The only Twinn at the office full time was Heather, and she used that time to practise her diction and acting "Hoooowww noowwww brooowwwwwn coooowwwww" would echo through the passages as Heather tried her best.
It was Dawn's day in, and she was lounging at her desk trying to read a comic and ignore the "memememememeeeeeee" noises coming from reception.

Then the doorbell rang and she heard Heather buzz the door open and then use her best Southern Accent to solicit business.
"I hope its somebody who has lost their dog again" Dawn grumbled "if I have to sit here and listen to Heather much longer I am going to fire up the old chainsaw and do my duty for Twinnkind."
There was a knock on the door of Dawn's office and Heather stuck her head around it, "Dawn, we have a customer, will you see her please?"
Dawn sent a silent prayer of thanks to the heavens and hid her comic under her desk. "Sure, bring her in."
The Twinn that came into the office was in pain, huge bandages covered both her hands. "Oh please Detective, you must help me!!" she pleaded.
Dawn steered the potential client to a chair, "Please sit down, tell me all about it..." Heather mimicked a tea cup and dashed out of the room.
"Oh detective, I was brutally attacked this morning, I think it was a poltergeist." The Twinn waved her bandaged hands in the air.

Dawn was no newcomer to the spirit world, having been an avid reader and collector of "Spooks, Ghosts & Ghouls Monthly" for many years.
"Poltergeist's? hmmm... they are always difficult. What makes you think it was something from the spirit realm?"
"That's all it could be Detective. I was having breakfast in bed, and had just poured myself a bowl of nutritious Twinn Crunchies.."
"With extra Kapow?"
"Oh? do you know Twinn Crunchies?"
"Let's say, I know of them".

"Certain staff members here consider them the best thing since spaghetti bolognaise in a tube was invented. They are not my style, I am more of a 2 egg, toast, coffee and bacon sorta gal myself."
"Oh yes, but its so fattening you know."
"Nah, all Twinns weigh in at 5 lbs, like it or not".
"I never knew that, remind me to fire my dietician."
"Fire your dietician! As we were saying, you were scoffing your Twinn Crunchies when....."
Heather chose that moment to bring in the tea.
Tea poured, the Twinn continued her story. "As I reached across for my prune juice I was viciously attacked on the hand."
"Prune juice?" Dawn asked.
"Oh yes, its another thing my dietician recommended. 8 glasses a day. Keeps you regular it does."
"Definitely fire your dietician! What happened then?"
"Oh, I had to go to the chemist who bandaged it and gave me something for pain. I went home again but could find no sign of anything or anyone that would cut me so viciously. I was so perplexed I decided I needed an exerci... exac... ecaci... somebody who can get rid of ghosts, but I couldn't find one in the telephone book because I couldn't spell it, so came to a detective instead".
"Oh, you mean an exorcist?"
"That's the one. Like in the movie."
Dawn got Heather to open a file while she hunted down her magnifying glass and a snack. Then they went to the home of the Twinn to investigate.
The bed still bore the marks of the incident; a bowl of cereal, a bottle of prune juice and the detritus of a breakfast gone awry. "Show me where you were sitting and how you reached across to take your prune juice."
The Twinn self consciously climbed into bed, straightened her blouse and reached across the table to the prune juice bottle. She yelped in pain. "Oh, it's happened again, somebody call an ambulance!!!"

Dawn whipped a bandaid out of her pocket. "hold your horses, I see the problem."

She examined the box of Twinn Krunchies with her magnifying glass. "Aha! there is the source of your dismay." She moved the box to the other side of the table "try for the prune juice again."

The Twinn timidly reached across, and picked up the bottle. "A miracle, you have chased the poltergeist away."
"Well, not quite, but I can do that now." She picked up the box and dropped it into the dustbin. "There, problem solved."
"The box was possessed?"
"Nah, it just possessed some pretty nasty edges, each time you reached across the table you cut yourself with the edge of the box, kind of like a paper cut, but an industrial sized one. I suspect Twinn Crunchies have a new paper cutter in their factory and the edges are very keen, producing a sharper than normal edge to the box."
"Oh detective, what a genius, how can I ever thank you?"
"Our accounting department will show you the way I am sure."
"Please, sit, have some prune juice."
"No thanks, I never drink on duty, besides, all that prune juice can have explosive results. I suggest you fire that dietician immediately, get yourself 2 eggs, toast, bacon and some coffee and you will see things in a better light. Oh, and ditch the cardboard crunchies too... "
"Don't you mean Twinn Crunchies?"
"Nope, the box is more nutritious than the contents, Kapow! and all. But, I am curious, how did you hurt the other hand??"
"Oh that? I cut myself with the ticket from a parking machine at the mall."

And so after solving the case of the slightly vicious crunchies Dawn went back to the office where she found Heather busy with a script. "Heather", she asked sweetly, "Have you ever considered drinking 8 glasses of prune juice? I hear it's very good for the voice and the figure...."