From: S. Holmes, Chief Detective for San Pedro Investigations
Re: Disappearance of P. Parrott
The following account is my complete investigation into, and subsequently developed timeline of, the disappearance of one Phred Parrott of Scottsdale, AZ, USA while vacationing in San Pedro, Belize. I undertook this investigation after the local authorities determined that an official Missing Persons investigation would not be made by their officers as Phred Parrott is not, in reality, an actual person.
All interviewees presented what I believe to be true testimonies and accurate as they recall them. The photographic evidence was gleaned from multiple sources, primarily Facebook as many people seem unable to do any activity without posting there.
Princess: I was excited to take Phred back to Belize but I have to confess, I was nervous as well. Traveling with Phred makes me appreciate the work the Secret Service does. Not only is he always a target, he's flighty (no pun intended) and just goes off with anyone. Shamefully, I can't always count on my own club members to keep an eye on him either.
Also, there were going to be some Iowans on the trip and they're, well, shifty. He's disappeared more than once and found to be in their control. I also knew my backup was shaky in Crash as she had already lost Phred once. Little did I know, I was soon to be the one on shaky ground.
Crash: Man, I just wish the Princess would give it a rest. Sure, I allowed Phred to be kidnapped by the Iowans in Key West. And, I did encourage them to take off with him when we were in Des Moines. And, yes, I did try to help Sherman abscond with him a week before we went to Belize. But, seriously!
Sherman: Yes, I tried to take Phred with me when Crash, Thom, Phred and the Princess and I went out to dinner in Phoenix a week before the trip (Exhibit A.). But, that's just what you do, right? I didn't mean anything by it, I swear!
Sherman and Phred at Tilted Kilt in Phoenix on 08/Feb/2015.
It was confirmed that Phred did not leave with Sherman at that point in time.
Princess, Phred Parrott and Fictional Donald - location Texas Roadhouse.
Jim: I was so happy to see my friends from Arizona and Houston. And, it was great to share a Belikin Beer with Phred Parrott (Exhibit C.). I really had no idea things were going to get bleak as everyone was in great spirits.
Phred Parrott with Jim at the Belize City Airport.
It was confirmed that the beer was Belikin.
Sunday, we went on a Sunset Cruise and enjoyed a lovely few hours out on the water. We kept a good eye on Phred and he seemed to be relaxed and enjoying himself.
Evidence would support that the missing Parrot had a serious drinking problem.
Jim: We went to one of our favorite places on Monday, The Palapa Bar. It's out on the water and there's a bar area on the top floor and a nice deck on the first floor. There are also inner tubes tied up in the water if you want to float. Phred did his usual thing there, making friends and entertaining the crowd (Exhibit E.).
Phred with one of the bartenders at La Palapa Bar (upstairs).
Jim: We went downstairs to wait for a cab. While the Princess was using the washroom, I had Phred pose in a few pictures.
Princess: One of the waiters from Palapa was waiting for a cab as well. We offered to share with him and ultimately headed back to the resort. Once there, we dashed over to the bar next door, Squirrel's Nest, to meet up with Sherman and Andy. Andy was napping so it was a while before she made it down to us (Exhibit F.). We all called it a relatively early night because the next day was Carnaval.
Verified that this was taken at Squirrel's Nest on Monday evening.
No evidence was found that Phred Parrott was there at that point in time.
Princess: Someone asked me along the way where Phred was. I told them that I wouldn't bring him on this event as I didn't want to get paint all over him (Exhibit G.). I thought about it a little more and realized that I didn't know exactly where he was so I asked Crash.
Testing of leftover Carnaval paint showed that it would have been nearly impossible to remove from Phred Parrott's feathers.
Princess: Carnaval was good fun but I had an uneasy feeling as we got back to the resort. Crash was back in the room when I returned and I did a quick search of our room. No Phred. I asked Crash if she'd seen him and she said no. We decided to start quizzing people in the morning. He could easily have been with Susan, being held hostage by the Iowans or someone else or who knows where.
Crash: I didn't sleep well worrying about Phred and I knew that the Princess didn't either. The first she thing she asked me in the morning was, "You seriously don't know where Phred is?" I told her I didn't and I wouldn't have lied at that point. I know how it feels to be the one who lost him. Oh, I admit that I had a small bit of delight that it was the Princess who lost him this time but I'm only human.
Jim: Princess, Jamie and I retraced our last steps with Phred and the last time we remembered seeing him was Monday at Palapa. No one was 100% sure that he made it into the cab or back to the resort with us. Princess did run over to Squirrel's Nest to see if he had stayed there and they hadn't seen him.
Wednesday was the day we were going to Captain Morgan's. My parents and some friends were taking a golf cart there while the rest were going by boat. I asked my parents to stop by Palapa to see if Phred was still there. I could tell by the look on my Mom's face when she got to Captain Morgan's that Phred was not found. We clearly needed a recovery plan.
Princess: Ugh. That was all I could think for a while, ugh. My only hope at this point was the Sherman had Phred and was just playing a long joke. He and Andy weren't with us at Captain Morgan's so I couldn't interrogate him.
Jim: When we go back to the resort, I asked one of the ladies at the front desk to make up a flyer with Phred's picture on it. We offered $100 BZ ($50 USD) for his return to the resort. She promised to have it ready for the morning.
I also confronted Sherman and asked if he had Phred and told him the Princess was losing her shit over it. He told me he would tell me if he had him but also would have asked me not to tell her.
Princess: I wasn't losing my shit. I just didn't want to go home without Phred.
I emailed Palapa on Thursday morning and inquired if Phred had turned up yet. We picked up the flyer (Exhibit H.) then heading downtown to make copies and hand them out. We put them up on poles, near all the taxi stands, at the airport and physically handed them out to taxi drivers and hoped for the best.
This investigator confirmed that multiple copies of this flyer were distributed throughout town.
Princess: The radio station was down an alley and across from a woman's kitchen where she had laundry hanging inside. I wasn't confident but it was really a functioning station. We paid for an ad to be broadcast starting at 1 PM. Jim was really sure at this point that someone would come forward because of the reward.
In the meantime, our friends had gone back to Palapa and tracked down the waiter we cabbed with. He couldn't remember if we had Phred but he did call the taxi driver we'd ridden with who told him that he hadn't found Phred in his vehicle.
Sherman: The rest of the gang was leaving on Friday so I said I'd pay the reward if Phred showed up before we left on Monday and the Princess would repay me. While I was hoping he could be found, I was worried someone would think I took the joke too far just to get the reward.
Jim: I still had hope someone would return Phred even as we were leaving. We'd left word all over the island and I even posted his loss on the Tourism Board website.
Princess: I knew was frakked. Losing Phred was something I would never, ever live down.
Every local interviewed in San Pedro: Those are the craziest Americans we've ever seen.
Phred: The story really started back in 2013. We were at Fido's listening to Mark Mulligan and Kelly McGuire. I was on stage as usual, minding my own business (Exhibit I.).
The gang actually left to go back to the resort without me. My first thought, was "Damn, who's going to get me back to the room?" But, my second and third thoughts were "It actually wouldn't be so bad to stay here" and "I bet there are some hot Toucans looking for some action from a studly bird like me".
Before I could formulate a fourth thought, Goat came running back in to the bar, scooped me up then took me home in a taxi with the rest of our group. Amazingly, they only made one stop at the liquor store on the way.
Phred Parrott in front of Texas Musician Kelly McGuire's feet. Photo taken by Lewie Edwards.
Both Edwards and McGuire were eliminated as suspects nor interviewed as neither was in San Pedro at the time of the disappearance.
Belize was where the idea first occurred so I decided come hell or high water, Belize was where I was going to spend my golden years.
My first thought was to take off during the Sunset Cruise but they actually tied me to the boat (Exhibit J.). It was both insulting and frustrating.
Per testimony not documented in this report, there was no way for Phred Parrott to get out of these knots.
A review of the bar tabs from La Palapa revealed that the group did purchase a lot of Belikins.
Clearly, lots of Belikins were consumed, not just purchased.
The next few days were glorious! I made some friends in the jungle and also found some bars where the locals hang out. That's where I heard the radio announcement of a reward for my return. I slunk off my bar stool and found a place to nest in an alley for a while. My biggest concern was getting my name tag off that had not only my name on it but the resort name as well (Exhibit M.). The jig would surely be up if I were found with that on.
It was confirmed that not only was the resort name on the back of the tag, so were the dates of the event.
Online research shows that AZPHC.org is for a Palliative care facility.
Also, Phred Parrott is not 10 1/2 years old.
When I heard a PI was looking for me, I decided to make contact with him to get my side of the story out, apologize for leaving and ask everyone to give up the search. I'm very happily living in Central America, drinking rum every day and chasing literal tail.
It does not suck to be me.
S. Holmes: As painful as it might be for you to read, I must inform you that Phred Parrott's account was only given to me after he received my oath that his location would not be revealed to any parties.
Since he is of legal age, I acceded to his request for privacy and will not reveal his whereabouts.
If it's any comfort, he seems quite satisfied living the life of an Ex-Patriated American though he mentioned he was going to miss seeing what Barnabas up to. Curious.
The last known photograph of Phred Parrott.