A/N: No, this isn't my other story, but I had this story brewing in my head since this morning. This is short, but I got this idea from my lovely drama class. It was an improv game, and when given person place and thing (police bar and goat) my friend said it sounded very Hangover, so this pretty much a story version of our improv scene. Enjoy.
"Alan!" Stu exclaimed, rushing into the bar with a strange looking object in his hand.
"Oh, hey Stu, I thought you were gonna stay in the car," Alan replied, happily sipping his drink.
"I was- until I found this!" He held up the object. "What is a half eaten goat leg doing in the back seat of the car?"
"I got hungry," Alan shrugged his shoulders.
"So you ate a goat?" Asked, pointing the leg in Allan's face.
"Not the entire thing, just the leg."
"Just the leg- there's a three legged goat running around somewhere?"
"Running around somewhere? I thought he was with you!" Alan said in a slightly panicked voice.
"You lost a three legged goat? How do you lose a three legged goat?" Stu was getting irritated. How many times has something like this happened already?
"This bad!" He looked at the bartender. "Excuse me sir, have you happened to see a goat around anywhere? About This high," he held his hand up to his waste, "White, three legs, walks like this." He began to limp around.
"It's in the back with my kids," the bartender replied, wiping off the counter.
"In the back with your kids? Why is it there?" Stu demanded. What kind of sick man gives a three legged goat to his kids?
"I think they're using it as a pillow." The bartender shrugged.
"I need that goat back," Alan informed him. The bartender laughed.
"Can't let you do that," he said.
"No, you don't understand, I stole that goat from a petting zoo!"
"You what!?" Stu exclaimed looking at the leg in his hand then dropping it on the floor.
"Excuse me." A police officer walked into the bar looking at Alan and Stu.
"Have either of you seen a goat around anywhere?" She asked.
"Does it have four legs?" Alan asked. Stu kicked the goat leg farther under the bar.
"Yes. It does," the officer replied, looking suspicious.
"Then nope, haven't seen it. Sorry." Alan said quickly, turning back to his drink.
"Oh really? I think otherwise. We caught you on camera at the petting zoo stealing the goat. Is that not you?" She held up a picture that clearly depicted Alan passing the goat over the fence to the others.
"About that..." Stu started, then turned to Alan. "Run!"