Chatterbox: Inkwell

SMoSEA RETURNS! 

Remember this RP? (http://www.cricketmagkids.com/chatterbox/inkwell/node/120458) Well, it's being rebooted, effective immediately! I'll begin again now.

--Herbert--

After we went back to the museum, I hung up my tranqualizer gun and helped put away the Tasmanian Tiger back where it belonged. Then we all went to the break room and turned the TV to YENN.

Lilah Lemon appeared on screen after a commercial for chocolate. She had a hickey on her cheek but didn't seem to notice.

"This is Lilah Lemon, reporting for YENN. Earlier this afternoon, on [such and such street], two helicopters were seen moving overhead and a gunfight broke out. It appeared to be a hostage situation with one of the helicopters occupants dangling a girl over the waters of the [such and such river]. One of the second helicopter's occupants was apparently shot but coincedentally, was not shot and landed on a trampoline, which was being moved by some movers. After that the girl was dropped into the water but was saved by another helicopter occupant. All of the members of these two parties promptly left after the incident and have not been found since. Their current location is unknown and the police are searching for them. If you have information which may lead to the capture of these suspects, call the hotline number below."

Poor quality photos of us and FREAK agents flashed onscreen and then Lilah Lemon came back on.

"And now for exclusive interviews with eyewitnesses to the afternoon's events." she said.

A young college-age dude appeared on screen. "So I was having this date with my girlfriend, and, all of a sudden, she was like, 'Dude, I have to do this, breaking news report and stuff', and I was all like, 'WOW, you like, work for the news people?', and so I watched this like, totally rad helicopter chase, and stuff, and it was like really cool. I think they were like making a superhero flick or sumthin'. Anyway, it was really cool, man."

Lilah repappeared. "And now for some legitimate witnesses."

A young woman wearing torn denim jeans, a baseball cap, red hair, and a crop top said, "I was walking with my my friends to hang out at the park, and we heard some helicopters, and they were yelling at each other, and it seemed like they were shooting! It seemed really dangerous! And then, this GURRRRL just fell off the helicopter. She should have looked where she was stepping! I hope she's OK."

A tough-looking middle-aged man with sunglasses in a leather jacket said, "I certainly hope everything was alright with these people. They seemed to be having a family feud. I hope everyone involved is okay and alive. That's all I have to say." He tore off his sunglasses and stared daggers at the camera like a movie star.

Lilah Lemon said, "And now for some footage from the scene."

Footage of the helicopter chase played, but it was poorly shot and the action was obscured by a man looking at the scene, lifting up his sunglasses to observe, and saying "Sweet Mother of God!". They cut to a commercial for soda pop.

Mr. X turned off the TV. "What do we do?" I said. "The police are looking for us. What if they find us?"

Before Mr. X could answer, the intruder alarm went off. "Everyone, head to the Panic Room!" shouted Mr. X. We all did, and then I heard someone shouting, "Go go go!" I peered out of the crack in the concealed door to the PR. Mr. X pulled out his Fast Acting Amnesia and Full Unconsciousness Until Someone Says the Word Tomato (patent pending) spray and prepared to spray at a moment's notice.

Police officers ran in, armed. Mr. X sprayed, but the stuff that came out didn't work. The police officers stared. "All right, smart guy," said one of them. "Spraying us with Coke ain't gonna keep you outta the slammer. You've been imprisoning children in this hidden facility. You've been living on someone else's property without permission. You've been keeping dangerous animals, for which you need a license. You also have weapons, for which you need a license as well. Both of your said licenses expired ages ago, shortly before you were fired from work at Central Park Zoo, Mr. Ellington."

"What?" said Mr. X. "Fry?"

"Uh..." said Fry nervously, "I may have been pouring my Diet Coke into your empty bottles of Fast Acting Amnesia and Full Unconsciousness Until Someone Says the Word Tomato (patent pending) since everyone keeps stealing it and I needed to hide it."

"Fry!" said Mr. X. "Now you've really landed us in trouble!"

The officer looked down at Fry. "I ain't never seen you before, and I don't know what the hell you are, but you're going to jail with your boss, you freak."

"I'm a living chicken dinner!" Fry protested, but they cuffed him and threw him in a suitcase before he could complain any further.

"Mr. Ellington, you have the right to remain silent." said the officer, handcuffing Mr. X as well. "You are under arrest for kidnapping, fraud, trespassing, and keeping weapons, as well as animals, with no license to do either."

A couple of them left with Mr. X and the suitcase they had Fry in while the one who seemed to be leading and talking said into his walkie-talkie, "Keep a stakeout around at this joint. We haven't found the kids yet. But we will. And tell the Ellington guy he had better get a lawyer to cover his sorry hide."

The officer left. We all waited for twenty minutes, then left the Panic Room.

"Well," said Veronica, "What do we do now?"

Shy smiled mischievously. "We're gonna bust Uncle Peter out of the doghouse."