GC2T79P Canine - Face of Barrie (Unknown Cache) in Ontario, Canada created by The Mighty Canadian Juicepig

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Hidden : 4/15/2011

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The Mysterious Face of Barrie appeared during the spring of 2011. No one knows where it came from.. or how exactly it got there!

	It was a dark and stormy night. As dark as the colour black at night, and as stormy as that giant eye spot on Jupiter that could swallow a hundred earths.. Detective beagle sat at his desk, smoking a pipe and looking out the window. Then, she walked into his office like a centipede with ninety-eight missing legs. "Detective Beagle, I have a case for you" she said. Her pants fit her like a glove.. well more of a mitten actually. Her lips were the full red colour of tubes of blood, drawn by an inattentive phlebotomist. The thunder rang out in a ominous manner, much like the sound a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during a storm scene might sound. "I'm listening like reflective light but without the G" said Detective Beagle. It turns out the clients sister had been kidnapped by a discotheque owner, the type of place one goes to turn your eyes into limpid pools without any pH cleanser. One of those showey joints downtown with bricks the colour of brick-red crayola crayons. Time to get out the rollerskates.
As Detective Beagle approached the Discotheque his thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking scenarios like underpants in a dryer without cling-free sheets. The Door sat there, on the side of the building, like an inatimate object. It was an easy place to miss, like the lack of period on a can of Dr Pepper. Singing on stage was a gorgeous lady, who was as tall as a 5'3" tree, and a face like an oval that had its sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master. When she had done singing she saw Detective Beagle and walked right over. "Are you looking for me?" she asked. "I'm looking for Jimmy Flight, like a hungry young fighter looks for a sandwhich." replied Beagle. The two had never met, like two hummingbirds who had also never met. Her laugh was deep, throaty and genuine, like a cat trying to eject a hairball. "He's occupied. You should make an appointment next time." Suddenly shots rang out (as shots are wont to do). Beagle grabbed the singer and pushed her to the floor like an offensive lineman seizing a quarterback after an opening late in the game and an off-side penalty. He caught a glimpse of Jimmy Flight with a tommy-gun making a break for the back door like a competitive eater after a spoiled-burrito eating contest. He was heading to the docks, and he had the clients sister with him.
	The plan was simple, like his brother Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan might just work. Rather then a full frontal assault from the dock, swim to the ship from the water and climb aboard the other way. There were two goons at the back of the boat, nameless gooney type goons, the ones that would get lost in the credits somwhere as "goon" and "shorter goon". They would have to be dealt with like a lipstick stain on a collar. After jumping into the harbour waters Beagle realized how horrible the water smelt, like if Calvin Klein had a perfume named Enema, made from spoiled hamburgers rather then floral fregrances. It was an easy swim, much like walking and waving your arms fast, only in the water. Both goons were easily tossed from the boat, but one missed the water and hit the concrete dock like a wooden barrel of vegetable soup. After seeing this Jimmy Flight let out an unearthly howl and ran at Beagle, like a freight train leaving Topeka at 16:49 heading west travelling at 62kph. Beagle had the resolve of a steel trap, even if it had been left to rust in the bush for about 20 years; he had been in this situation before. He pulled a fish from his pocket and threw it at Jimmy Flights feet. He slipped on the fish and flew screaming from the boat to the smelly harbour waters below. The clients sister was untied, and cried like someone had left her birthday cake in the rain and all the sweet green icing had flown down onto the ground, and the recipe had been lost, and she couldn't sing worth a damn. The Sun rose after the dark night like a perfectly spectacular JPEG file set at 10% cyan, 10% magenta, 60% yellow and 10% black. But after it had all been done really.. Was there really anything said between the analogies?