Where There's a Turkey There's a Way
Bosco and the crew find trouble on Turkey Day
Warnings: Mild if any.
Disclaimers: Sadly, I still do not own them, or the Wung Fu Palace, or a turkey….
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"All units, we need any available unit to respond to a disturbance at 109 39th Street at the Wung Fu Palace. I repeat, we need any available unit to respond to a disturbance at the Wung Fu Palace."
"Great, as if this day weren't crazy enough." Faith grumbled.
"I wonder what Chen Li has done now. You'd think he'd learn to leave Ming alone by now." Bosco quipped, remembering the day that Ming broke Chen Li's nose, despite her tiny frame.
Faith shook her head before grabbing her radio. "55 David responding. I don't' know, Bosco. But I wish they'd learn to get along or move to another neighborhood."
"Oh, come on Faith. At least they're entertaining." Bosco chuckled.
"I don't want to be entertained, Bosco. I want to be at home, having Thanksgiving dinner with my family."
"What? You don't want to spend Thanksgiving with me? I'm hurt." Bosco teased with a mock frown.
Faith hit the brakes as the squad slid to the curb in front of the Wung Fu Palace Chinese Buffet. "Not really, Bosco." She muttered. "Let's go see what Chen has done."
Exiting the squad she hurried to the front door of the restaurant with Bosco on her heals, determined to make quick work of Chen and Ming if she had to arrest them both. Slinging the door open and stepping inside, she froze in her tracks.
"What the…" Bosco stared ahead as stunned as his partner was to see a huge turkey prancing around in the middle of the restaurant. Chen Li stood nearby wringing his hands and watching the bird while Ming shook a finger in his face and chattered in Chinese. Bosco could only imagine what she must be saying to him.
"Chen?" Faith asked in confusion, attracting the attention of the man who hadn't noticed either of the officers arriving.
"OH! Thanks to the Heavens. You are here, Officers!" The Chinese man seemed relieved.
"Chen, there's a turkey loose in your restaurant." Faith pointed out, her brow creased in confusion.
"Wow, great pick up, Yokas." Bosco answered sarcastically, earning a glare from Faith.
"Tis idiot! He order live turkey for Tanksgiving." Ming started. "Then he go to chop it head off and he let the turkey loose! He make mess all over my kitchen and now he ruin whole restaurant."
"I didn't know turkey would be live! It no my fault!" Chen snapped back, defending himself.
"You do someting," Ming insisted, looking toward Bosco and Faith.
"Us?" Bosco asked incredulously.
"Yes, you. You police. You do something!" Ming reiterated.
"Well, Ming, we're not animal control. Animal control takes care of …uhh…turkeys." Faith replied.
"See, I tole you they no help." Ming said matter of factly to her husband, crossing her arms in satisfaction. "NPYD…no help. They wortless."
"Now hold on a minute." Bosco protested.
"Hold on a minute." Ming repeated, mockingly. "You hold on to Chinese New Year. If you not wortless, you catch turkey."
Bosco bowed up, taking Ming's comments as a challenge. "I just might do that." He replied tersely.
"Now hold on Bosco. This is a matter for animal control. We don't know anything about turkeys."
"It's just a dumb bird, Faith. It's no match for two of New York's finest." Bosco shot back, pulling his night stick from his belt. "Come here, you stupid bird."
