Detective Dis Connect was worried. He hadn’t heard from Lieutenant Grammar Smith in two weeks. Smith was deep undercover pursuing Peter Passive and his group of energy sappers.
Things were getting dire. Passive’s network of followers had grown to critical mass. Their ennui was starting to affect the world, maybe even the universe. Experts reported that the lack of active voice was starting to influence the sun. Things were going to turn dark, very dark. People needed to avoid the passive voice.
Grammar was supposed to contact Dis with the location of Passive’s largest group of disciples. The Department of English Language Offenses could then take action.
Dis hadn’t heard a peep from her.
This was it.
“Hello,” Dis answered.
“Peter Passive’s group was infiltrated by me,” Grammar said.
“Where are you?”
“The location is unknown by me.”
“Grammar, why are you talking so funny?”
“It is the sun that is the target. Light will be blocked by the group’s inertia.”
“Grammar, come in from the cold!” Dis was desperately concerned. “You’re starting to become one of them!”
“Texts, tweets, and posts in active voice must be sent out immediately by grammar geeks everywhere. Saving our world can only be done this way.”
“Grammar! Where are you? I’ll come get you.”
“The forces of active voice must be sent out today by grammar geeks. You must unite them!”
The line suddenly went dead.
As worried as he was about Grammar, Dis had more important things to do.
Sergeant Metaphor came running into the squad room as Dis hung up on his first call to Grammar Geeks of the World.
“Det. Connect! Look out the window. The sun! It’s starting to go dark.”
Would Dis’s efforts be too late? Will Grammar be able to escape the lethargy Peter Passive had trapped her in? Would the Grammar Geeks of the world be able to pump out enough active voice sentences to save the planet?
Do your bit. Bring back the sun.