Author's note: Fillmore! is copyrighted by Scott Gimple and Disney, COPS by John Langley and FOX and Bad Boys by Inner Circle.

P.S.: I know, I have another "bun in the oven", so to speak… Think of this one as an interlude while I get the plotline of the other one sorted out. So just read and review!

Bad kids, bad kids, whatcha gonna say,

Whatcha gonna say, 'coz they're coming your way?

Bad kids, bad kids, whatcha gonna say,

Whatcha gonna say, 'coz they're coming your way?

You're just eight and you wanna learn good traits,

You go to school and you learn all the rules

Don't make yourself a damn bloody fool

So when things get hot you just stay cool –

Bad kids, bad kids, whatcha gonna say,

Whatcha gonna say, 'coz they're coming your way?

Bad kids, bad kids, whatcha gonna say,

Whatcha gonna say, 'coz they're coming your waaay…

BELTS…

is written on location with the young men and women of school law enforcement. All suspects are innocent until proven guilty by a proper disciplinary forum.

X MIDDLE SCHOOL

X MIDDLE SCHOOL SAFETY PATROL

The first image on the camera is the sparsely-peopled room is that of a bald, bespectacled young man, in green V-necked t-shirt and jeans, fitting on the sash of a Safety Patrol officer. He seems calm and serene, almost as if not minding the camera.

"That's the ticket," he mutters. He then checks his kit. "Badge and ID-check, mini-notebook-got it, pencil-have it, walkie-talkie…" He feels up his left pocket. "Present."

OFFICER CORNELIUS FILLMORE

He now looks to the camera. No feeling of surprise. "Cornelius Fillmore, Safety Patrol Officer, seventh grade. Been here since the last part of the first quarter. Hard to believe, but I was a thug once, but one of the older belts – he's in Tennessee now, the Patrol Sheriff, last time I heard – he kinda set me straight, and here I am now. He used to be my partner, by the way." A pale-complexioned girl in black ensemble (sleeveless shirt, skirt and boots) enters the camera view.

OFFICER INGRID THIRD

"My new partner, Ingrid Third. Moved here some months back. Was involved in a stinkbomb explosion but she was cleared; she's got a history like mine…"

"Almost like yours Fillmore…" she interjects as she wears her own sash and checks her own gear.

"What she said… Anyway, she's proven to be very sharp as an investigator… sharp mind, photographic memory, quick reflexes… almost as if she was cut out for the job."

She just nods in slight embarrassment. "Stop the flattery Cornelius, we're going on duty in… three minutes tops."

"Got it." The partners leave for the corridor.

*****

10:20 AM

CLASSROOM DISTURBANCE

"We've got a bad one in classroom 208 here…" Fillmore explains as he and Ingrid pace the stairs to the second floor classrooms. "Someone started blowing spitballs on one of the students. Turns out he had his own spitball arsenal, and everything went downhill from there…"

They now approach the classroom. Both the teacher and another Safety Patroller are trying to subdue two students, one lanky, the other stocky, preventing them from pouncing on each other. Profanities stream out of the perps' pixellated faces.

"All right, all right," Fillmore starts off loudly, "what's this all about-hey!" He picks off a spitwad from his left face as he gives chase to another perp. Fortunately Ingrid tackles the other spitballer, another stocky lad in a hockey jersey and jeans, and so brings him to the front of the classroom with the other two. The footage then cuts to Fillmore interrogating one of the persons quarreling, now seated on the floor with the teacher keeping close tabs on the latter.

"Okay, that didn't start out so well, so I'm repeating myself – what the heck happened here?"

"It's his fault, that jerk," the pixellated guy in blue polo shirt and khaki shorts answers. "I was minding my own business when I was spitwadded, and so I had to defend myself…"

"That true, Mr. Larkin?" he asks the teacher.

"I can vouch for him on that – but I think he came prepared…"

"No, sir, I was just mindin' my own business…"

"I'll take it that's real, man," Fillmore acknowledges, with a bit of skepticism. "Why'd they target you?"

"They're up to no good… they're bullies… good-for-nothings…"

He's now checking the 'victim's' bag. "And how were you able to fight back with a stream of spitballs yourself, huh?"

*****

The scene next cuts to Ingrid interrogating her own suspect, a stocky guy, face also pixellated, but this time with a yellow golf shirt and jeans, this time outside the classroom. The other officer, a tall, heavily-tanned and blue-haired guy in brown jacket and khaki slacks, keeps watch beside him together with another pixellated face.

OFFICER JOSEPH ANZA

"So what's with the spitball volley a while ago?" she asks the other suspect.

"That other guy… he duped us… those Smoits he gave us were fake," the goon explained.

"So you and your… uhh, posse decided to settle this with him in a classroom setting?"

The suspect shrugs it off. "Yeah, only place we could meet him…"

She nods the whole time. "Have you searched them Anza?"

The other officer shrugged. "Not yet through with it– Fillmore's on the case though…"

"He'd better… Our 'innocent victim' is looking guiltier now…"

"Agreed…" Anza picks up his walkie-talkie and switches the frequency. "Dispatch to HQ, this is Patrol 106, repeat, this is Patrol 106, need back-up to transport detainees back to HQ, over."

A voice trying to go for a tenor answers. "Patrol 106, found two, should be on the way now, over."

"O'Farrell, stop with the funny voice impressions, over."

"Wha-what? How'd you-"

"Just get them here, will you?"

"Sure thing, over." Anza pockets his radio, rolling his eyes. "He's just having a power trip with the dispatch.

Ingrid just shook her head in pity. "I'm heading back in the classroom if back-up gets here."

*****

Back in the classroom, Fillmore empties the pouch of his own suspect's red plaid backpack. "Dawg, whadda we have here?" He gets a fistful of collectible coupons from the pack, along with some small crunched-up strips of pad paper. "You're as guilty as hell, man…"

The eyes of the 'victim' go into 'deer-in-headlights' mode for a brief while. He comes to shortly. "Uhh, I don't know how it got there?"

"Close but no egg roll man," the officer replies as he looks at one of the Smoits carefully. "Looks like it was printed on… computer paper. And there's wads of them inside…" He eyes the perp again."Sir, I think we nabbed ourselves a counterfeiter."

"So this is a vendetta of some sort?" Mr. Larkin asks as he looks at the student.

"No, I SWEAR, I DON'T KNOW WHERE THOSE CAME FROM…"

"Sure you don't…" He zips the bag and lays three bundles of fake Smoits on the teacher's desk. "I'm guessing those guys who spitwadded you were, uhhh…"

"… Satisfied customers, the both of them," Ingrid answers as she comes in carrying a bundle of Smoits taken from the two other suspects earlier. "Our victim was apparently running a scam and this whole affair was a payback."

"Anza doing fine with the two other guys?"

"He called Karen and Bart in – the two perps aren't going anywhere far…" She notes the bundles on the table, and the suspect's frightened face. "Crackers, that's pretty incriminating…"

"I'm telling you ma'am Officer, I'm not even sure how I got involved…" A glare from her makes him swallow his next words.

Fillmore takes over. "Here's what we'll do, okay? We're gonna settle this back at HQ. You better hope your story holds water, because if we find out you're lying, your butt gets a more serious detention time, 'kay?" He looks at the new suspect more intently. "I've been with this kind of crud before, and I can tell you're hiding something. Let out what you have now or back at HQ, but I promise you, conceal anything further and you get in the cooler. Feel me, man? You feelin' me?"

"Y-y-yes, chief," he replies, shaking.

"Good… we'll be taking you back. Sir, if we may?"

"He's yours now, I guess…"

The two now begin walking, Fillmore with perp in hand. It's his black-clad partner's turn to face the camera. As she concludes the narration of the video the three suspects are seen being led away downstairs to the HQ.

"He's facing serious time for fraud, and those two for disruptive class behavior. From what I recall the two others also have a backlog of cases concerning intimidation and extortion, so they're not simply the wronged party here. If our friend here's lying – and all indications point to that – he's going down. I'm pretty sure he's a small fry though – these are high-class counterfeits. We'll have the Lab look at them. For now, though, we just have these guys."

*****

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