Called In Sick
One shot
Benny was curled up on the couch. Tired as he was, he felt sick. He couldn't even build a spaceship! That was how he knew, he was bent out of shape. But how?
In the middle of his coughing, Good Cop walked in. "Hi-ya buddy! How are you doing?" he cheered Benny up, as he sat next to him.
"I can't build a SPACESHIP!" Benny panicked.
Good patted his back, "I know, I am really sorry about that, but I brought you a few things!" The cop said, holding up a bag.
"What is in it?" the sick spaceman tilted his head a little.
"Well, I have space-themed movies in here, and I have soup, water, medicine, and other things," said Good Cop.
"Where's…" Benny coughed, "Bad Cop?" he asked, with coughs in between.
"Bad Cop has words too!" Good Cop changed his face into Bad Cop. "I got steps for you," said Bad.
"Really?!" Benny asked, getting jumpy for spaceships, of course.
"Yeah. Step One: Get better…done."
"How?" Benny whined. Desperate to lay, at least, one claw hand on a 1980 Something Spaceship.
The Irish Cop shrugged, "how in the world will I know?"
Benny slouched in his spot of the couch.
"Just, use the stuff in the bag and you will get better," The Bad Side of the Cop's Irish accent really stood out.
"Alright," Benny nodded.
Bad Cop switched to his good side (the Scribble Faced Side) and patted his shoulder. "I should hit the road, I think I have to help 's cat or cats, get out of the tree. I believe it was Jeff?"
"Okay, have fun with that…"
"Feel better, Benny!" He switched into Bad Cop, "have fun with that cold, Kid." With that the Two-Faced Cop was out the door.
Benny whimpered. I wanna build a spaceship… he thought.
A/N: Whelp, I always wanted to make a Galaxy Cop one, and I did! Poor Benny, I feel his pain. Good Cop/ Bad Cop is a good friend isn't he? I think this pairing is really cute! Okay people! Bye!
