"Wow! I met him at last," Hint said. "Who did you meet?" Clue asked. "I know you are the son of Bobel prize winner—Bracket," Hint said. "Yeah, I am his son and what is a Bobel prize?" Clue asked. He was a fairly well built man with sparkling blue eyes and curly brown hair. "Then I'm honoured to meet you. You don't know what a Bobel prize is?" Hint asked. He was a fat, dark eyed man with a round face and blond hair. "That is what I asked you now," Clue said. "Hey, guys. The Bobel prize winner, Bracket's son doesn't know what a Bobel prize is?" Hint announced. "What a humble person!" the crowd gathered in the small street and shouted. Then a small red coloured car stopped before Hint and Clue. "All aboard," the driver said. Clue struggled not to get into the car but the crowd pushed him inside. Hint hopped into the car too. "It's an honour to have you in my car," the driver said, "My name is Fellow." The driver was a plumpy man with an oval face, dressed in white. "Please leave me here," Clue requested. "Hint and I will show you around the city," the driver said. "Why should I know about this city? I am not gonna live here," Clue said. But, Hint and Fellow didn't acknowledge him. "Our town is known by the name Thing. This is a stunning city and has a beautiful sunset and sunrise. The sun rises in the west and sets in the north," Hint said. "What a stupid name kept to a city," Clue thought. "The sun rises in the east and sets in the west," Clue corrected Hint. Clue had arrived in this city after many years to meet his mother. He went to pursue his education abroad and had returned as a doctor. "Whatever you say is right, my lord," Hint said. "Why was this town named Thing?" Clue asked. "Whoever gets the Bobel prize gets to name the city and this was the name kept by your father," Hint explained. The driver was watching Clue intently. So, he missed the road. He crashed onto a tree and the car's front part became like a jack in the box. "Hey, you. What are you driving? You could have killed us," Clue said, rubbing away at his bruises. "Yes, I was driving the car. When I saw you, I was charmed and wanted to watch you as long I could. We may walk from here to see the amazing monuments," Fellow said, still watching Clue intently. Clue was annoyed. "Don't keep watching me. Like the car crash, you may crash onto a tree. Okay, let's walk," Clue said, mockingly. "Wow! I have got scoldings from a scholar. This is the luckiest day in my life," Fellow exclaimed with happiness. Clue didn't know where to bang his head against. He became distressed as he was travelling with two fools. The car driver's phone started vibrating. He attended the call and said, "Hey, Physics. My Sonny. I have met the great Bobel prize winner's son." And Physics replied something and hung up the call. "Why did you name your son, Physics?" Clue asked. "Then I would become the father of Physics," the car driver said. Clue nodded his head as he knew Fellow was a fool and knew he couldn't correct him. Then, Hint pointed at a building which looked like a cheese block and said, "the name of that amazing monument is Butter." "Wow! Whoever kept the name should be the greatest fool in the world!" Clue exclaimed. "Then that fool is your father," Hint said. Clue was happy that he had left his father at an young age. "Mr. Fellow, you are so fat. What activity do you do everyday to maintain your weight?" Clue asked with concern. "I play tennis, cricket and carrom board daily," the driver said. "Oh, wow! How many hours do you play?" Clue asked. "Until the battery in my mobile phone runs out," the driver replied. Clue just rubbed his head. "What's a Bobel prize?" Clue asked. "It's the highest honour given to anyone in this city. It's given for great achievers in this city and your father had done a great achievement," Hint explained. Then a huge crowd gathered in front of Clue. "Wow! See the Bobel prize winner's son," everyone shouted in unison. "Another bunch of fools," Clue thought. "All of them in this crowd follow your father's path," Hint said. Clue didn't care to know about his father's path anyways. He had not even talked to them for many years. "You should only open our shopping mall please," the crowd yelled. "Okay," Clue sighed. He certainly had no choice. He was lifted up by the huge crowd and dropped in front of a huge building. Clue slowly walked near the entrance of the shopping complex. Instead of a scissors or a knife, he was given a huge stick of wood. "Break the door, break the door," the crowd chanted. "But, why?" Clue asked. He saw a man with a small key in his hand and with a guess, he knew that it was the key of the door. "It is our tradition to break the door before entering the building," Hint whispered. "Such destructive thoughts," Clue thought. He snatched the key from the man and opened the door. "Ooooooh," the crowd went. When he went into the shopping mall, Clue was shocked. There was nothing on all those floors. No stalls and no goods. It was completely empty except a large statue of his father. He became completely clueless. All the people in the crowd looked in awe at the empty building. "What is this, Hint? There is nothing in this shopping mall, but all the people are watching it like it's some exhibition," Clue asked Hint. "This is the most wonderful building ever built in this city. It has completely nothing," Hint exclaimed happily. Now, Clue had serious doubts about his father. "What did my father achieve to get a Bobel prize?" Clue asked. "It was the biggest achievement in the city," Hint said. "What did he do?" Clue asked, hurriedly. The driver slowly pronounced, "he did nothing."