Where There's a Turkey There's a Way, Part 2
Disclaimer: I do not own any of them, but I sure intend to have fun with them.
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"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."
Bosco took two quick steps toward the turkey but slowed when the bird ruffled its tail feathers, clucked loudly, and pranced back and forth. Crouching slightly, one hand out in front of him and his baton in the other, Bosco crept forward not deterred by the winged beast's show.
"Come on now. Be a good bird. Don't make me play rough."
Faith rolled her eyes. "Bosco, this isn't a good idea."
Bosco jumped back slightly as the bird strutted toward him gobbling, neck feathers standing on end.
"Don't think you're going to scare me, Mister." Bosco growled, lurching forward.
At that, the bird began to run frantically around the room between the tables with Bosco hot on its tail.
"Bosco!" Faith called.
"Oh my," Ming sighed.
"I've got you now!" Bosco ground out, narrowly missing in an attempt to grab the bird's tail feathers. He tumbled to the floor but recovered quickly.
Ming and Chen Li gasped in unison as the bird suddenly flapped its wings, flying up and landing on the middle of the buffet table.
Turning back toward its pursuer, the turkey puffed its chest out, feathers erect, and let out a series of loud gobbles.
"Shoo…shoo….you get down….get…get…." Ming waved a dishtowel at the bird trying to force it off of the table. "Tis how you catch bird? You morot!" she shouted at Bosco.
"You want him to catch bird. You leave him alone." Chen quipped at his wife.
"You tell her, Chen." Bosco answered, his own chest puffing out as he faced the object of his chase.
"Bosco, we really should call animal control." Faith admonished.
But Bosco was not listening. He was fully focused on the task at hand, determined to take one Thanksgiving dinner into custody. He crept slowly from one end of the table to the other circling around one end and then the other, trying to get behind the turkey.
But the bird was not as dumb as Bosco thought. He turned with every move the officer made, watching him with wary eyes.
Bosco stopped suddenly a grin on his face. We'll see how smart you are, Mr. Bird.
With one quick motion Bosco flung his night stick onto another table to the left of the turkey, causing the animal to jump and look in that direction. Then moving with catlike speed, the officer grabbed the edge of the table cloth covering the buffet table and threw the cloth over the turkey's body, jumping swiftly on top of the flailing cloth covered beast.
"Bosco!" Faith shouted as Ming shrieked.
And the fight was on. A mound of legs, claws, and feathers tumbled around on the buffet table, the turkey gobbling, clucking, and screeching while Bosco screamed, a long wretched wail that reminded Faith of a horror movie. Finally the two tumbled off the table onto the floor with a thud, both trapped in the white linen cloth.
"Stop you fool!" Ming demanded, as the two created a path of destruction in their struggle.
Finally the turkey popped out of the tangled mix, leaving Bosco flailing away under the cloth.
For a moment Faith was alarmed by her partner's strangled cries. But finally his head emerged from under the table cloth. Although his face was scratched slightly, his breathing ragged, and his hair on end, he didn't appear to be seriously injured.
"Tats one tough bird." Chen spoke in amazement.
"Bosco, are you ok?" Faith asked, trying not to laugh at his harried appearance.
"I'm fine, Faith. I'm gonna kill that bird." He declared as he struggled free of the linen and too his feet. He began moving towards the turkey his hand on his gun, but Faith stepped into his path.
"No, Bosco. Leave it alone. I'm going to call animal control." Faith instructed, reaching for the radio clipped to her waist.
"No, Faith!" Bosco demanded as he grabbed Faith's wrist. "We're not calling animal control." Bosco insisted, not willing to be the butt of the animal control team's jokes. If he was going to embarrass himself, it'd be with his own fellow officers. "Call for backup."
"WHAT?"
"Call for backup!" Bosco growled.