Hehehehe, yeah, all right. I don't own this. You can't sue me. Nanee nanee naneeee!!!
~Act One
*****
Fillmore and Ingrid were relaxing one day in Ingrid's room after school. Fillmore sat at the large wooden desk in the back of the room and upgrading the Safety Team's official website. Ingrid lay flat on her back on the bed playing with a paddle ball with an unusually long string attached to the ball and was hitting it against the ceiling.
Suddenly a loud beeping sound echoed throughout the room. Instinctively Fillmore grabbed his walkie-talkie and turned it on. The sound of Jr. Commissioner Vallejo's voice boomed from the walkie-talkie.
"Fillmore, you need to see this," he informed him urgently.
"Snap, why do you people always have to do that?" Fillmore complained. "Why can't you just tell me what happened for once?"
"Oh, fine. But I'll have to make this quick. A supply of imported time watches have been stolen from the local Radio Shack."
"I didn't know they sold time watches."
"Well they do all right! And several crates of 'em have been stolen by this wacko in a lobster suit."
"Another one? Dawg, what do these people have against our school mascot?"
"LET ME FINISH! They say that whoever it was grabbed a couple of crates and lugged it outside in a shopping cart. The sales clerk pursued them down the alley between 23rd and 24th and the last thing he saw was whoever it was disappearing wearing one of the watches. He took the rest of the watches with him. We need you and Ingrid to find out who it was, and pronto."
"But how are we supposed to catch up to whoever it was if they went back in time?"
"You use one of the watches and go after them! The police recovered a watch that the thief dropped before he left."
"All right," Fillmore muttered. "We're on it." He turned to Ingrid. "Ingrid, we need to—"
"I heard."
Suddenly the telephone on the desk rang loudly. Fillmore picked up the receiver. "Hello, this is agent Fillmore…oh, hi Dad…really? That sucks…yeah, I'll be right over…see ya." He turned a dismayed look toward his counterpart. "That was my dad. My mom just went into a coma, and I'm afraid you'll have to do this mission by yourself."
Thud. Ingrid toppled heavily from the bed to the floor in a split second. "WHAT?!?!?!! YOU WANT ME TO COVER FOR YOU JUST BECAUSE YOUR MOTHER WENT INTO A FREAKIN' COMA????!!!! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO CHASING THAT FREAK BY MYSELF???!!!"
"Well," Fillmore began thoughtfully, "I guess that I can call up O' Farrell and—"
Ingrid quickly stood up and held up a hand. "Ok, ok, I'll go by myself…what I don't see is why your mother had to pick this specific time to go into a coma!"
Fillmore rolled his eyes and left to go home. Ingrid sighed and slung her bag over her shoulder. It was going to be a long night.
*****
End of Act One.
Yes, that was probably the shortest chapter you've ever read, but the second act is going to be much longer! I just thought that this would make a good introduction to the story, that's all. Pleez don't kill me or something now.
~Teazer