Little Guy Private Eye

Meet Guy. He is a mouse. He is a private eye. He is very, very small - but his professional dignity is enormous. Guy P. Mouse runs his detective agency out of a shoebox on the corner of Cheddar Street and Alley Alley Alley in the tiny city of Crumbleton. He wears a fedora. He wears a trench coat. He eats crackers with a system. He is, in every way that matters, a professional. So when the plump and scarf-laden Mrs. Butterbean bursts through his door - waving handkerchiefs of escalating size and weeping cheese tears - Guy is ready. The Grand Fromage, Crumbleton's most celebrated prize-winning cheese, has gone missing. Guy is on the case. He interrogates a suspicious raccoon with a very unfortunate sign. He interviews a pigeon of tremendous opinions and a beret tilted at a philosophical angle. He crashes through at least two soup windows. He chases his fedora off a roof. He maintains, at all times, complete and utter professional composure. But when the cheese crumb trail leads Guy to the town fountain - and he discovers the Grand Fromage sitting in the water, wearing its crown, spinning contentedly on eight tiny legs it apparently had all along - Guy begins to suspect this is not a typical case of theft. It is, in fact, a case of feelings. Little Guy Private Eye is a gloriously silly, warmhearted picture book for children ages 4-8, packed with slapstick comedy, dry wit, and one surprisingly profound cheese. Perfect for fans of absurdist humor, classic detective stories, and anyone who has ever maintained their dignity in a completely undignified situation. Guy will return.
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