Tuesday

[misc] Next time, I expect there to be a flaming bag of poo.

AMY and DOLLAR, at home, relaxing upstairs.

Doorbell rings.

ding dong

AMY and DOLLAR look at each other and both go downstairs to the front door. No one is there. They look outside and see a police cruiser driving away, down the street.

AMY: Uh...

DOLLAR: Hm.

AMY: Did we just get punked by the cops?

DOLLAR: I think so.

1 comment:

gayle said...

Too funny!
Welcome home, btw!