Creaaaak.
Frozone quietly pressed the door into the frame and released his grip on the knob.
He tiptoed into the dark living room, trying not to wake his wife.
Flick.
A light turned on, revealing Honey sitting on the couch with her arms crossed.
"You scared me!" Frozone gripped his chest.
"A little on edge?" his wife asked tapping her fingers on the arm of the couch.
"Why were you lurking in the dark?" the husband disconnected his eye contact with his wife.
"I told you not to wait up," he said hanging up his coat on the rack.
"Mmmmhm. How was bowling?"
"Well," Frozone scratched his head. "It was..."
"Who won?" his wife interrupted.
"You see...I..."
"What was the score?"
"It was..."
"Hmmm," his wife did not take her eyes off of her husband.
"That's interesting."
Frozone gulped, "Yeah?"
"Yeah," Honey paused.
"And ya' know what else is interesting?"
"Um, how ants can carry ten to fifty times their body weight? It's like they all have super strength or something. I mean, how do we know they don't?" Frozone laughed uncomfortably.
"No...What's interesting is that on the news tonight, they showed a police officer frozen solid in a block of ice."
Frozone stopped in his tracks.
"What's even more interesting is that no one knows what happened. That is until they defrost the officer," Honey raised a brow.
Frozone stood still.
"Oh well," Honey stood from the couch.
"I guess I'll have to wait to hear what the officer says to find out what happened."
Frozone cleared his throat, "I guess so..."
"Sounds like you had one-heck-of-a-bowling night. Goodnight," Honey kissed her husband on the cheek and turned down the hall.
Frozone plopped down on the couch and let out a huge sigh of relief.
Honey whipped back around the corner.
"Boy, if you don't tell me what really happened tonight..." she yelled with one hand on her hip and the other pointing a finger at him.
Frozone's hands went up in surrender.