Dear Diary,

Oh lord, I'm so nervous diary. Sure, whatever. Anyways, Noah came to my trailer yesterday morning and said he had a plan to nail Muleman. He wants me to flush food coloring down the toilet so when he empties it, we can see where Muleman dumped the waste water when it goes down to the beach, and... we will hopefully be able to trace the dye back to the Coral Queen. It's so whacked it just might work.
Today Noah and little Abbey came to my trailer and dropped off some food dye, only problem was, since it was the gel dye, it's going to be really hard to squeeze out. When I told Noah, he said he would hide on the ship and then flush some of the gel dye himself. Noah Underwood, a kid, an Underwood, on the Coral Queen. He must be crazy. But, he convinced me, and so now, he's boarding the Coral Queen in a crate that he will be hiding in until he can get out and flush some dye down for himself. this plan is crazy and a one way road. If anything goes wrong, we're toast. All of us, Abbey, Noah, Li, and me. Not Lice, I miss that little Lice fulled head with only a few strands of hair. I swear if Muleman or his bald headed, crooked nosed, sidekick of his Luno harmed one hair on Lice's disgusting head, I will fight this battle to the death.

Sincerely,
Shelly