"Junk. Junk. Junk. HEY!"
Junk.
"Aww c'mon. Don't you remember this? It was my old cop set."
Good cop dug around the box that sat in front of him full of old mementos and random junk that his parents insisted that he kept when he moved out. One of them being his old pants and torso pieces from when he was much younger. Of course he couldn't fit them anymore but he couldn't part with them. He's worn them for so long that they made a special place in his heart.
He still remembered the day he received them. He had a feeling they would be cop pieces as it ran in the family. But it meant he was being handed the family tradition and it was the proudest moment of his childhood life. He still remembered sneaking around their home like he was undercover, arresting the dog and putting him in 'jail' under a laundry basket, and occasionally sneaking into Pa's car and pretending to be on a high speed pursuit of a criminal who had 'just robbed the largest bank in town'.
Good cop smiled fondly as he held the small pieces in his claws, hoping that someday he would be able to pass these down to his son or daughter should he ever be so lucky.
I can't believe you still kept those. They're all scratched up and scuffled.
"Are not! Look! you can still see the badge... you just gotta squint a little..."
He placed them back in the box and rummaged a little more. Still more junk.
Sighing, he pushed the box aside and looked around the dingy attic until something else caught his eye. He let out a surprised gasp and bounded over to it.
"Don't tell me..." He shoved and moved boxes aside so he could confirm his suspicions. Yup, there it was. His old police car he used to ride around in all the time. "Bad cop! Please tell me you remember this!"
Of course I do, stupid, I was the one who asked for it.
"It still looks just like it used to! With the reflective rear-view mirrors, the walkie talkie attached to the radio- Gasp! what about the horn?" Honk. "YES! I remember everyone at school wanted one of these. I remember we didn't think I would get one. But I did!"
And you only played with it for like a day.
"I didn't want to mess it up!"
You sat in the garage all day and polished it like it was a real car.
"Hey, I was little. And I wasn't the one who tried to impress the girls with it by driving around the playground in it blaring 'the wheels on the bus', was I?"
...You promised to never speak of that again.
Good cop rolled his eyes and pulled it out of the corner it was in and looked it over. It came in a box in pieces, naturally. And you had to build it yourself. He was no master builder but it wasn't insanely difficult. And he did get some help from Ma and Pa, both of whom spent a majority of the time arguing over whether they should read the instructions or not, leaving an impatient Good cop to fiddle with the pieces mindlessly. He loved his parents to death but whenever it came to building things, they were a mess. No wonder they stuck to law enforcement.
Yeah well, you're no Michael Angelo yourself.
He chuckled at the memory.
"MoooOOOooom, c'mon, I can't wait much longer!" A small and impatient Good cop whined as he pulled on his mother's claw, leading her to the living room.
The woman giggled at her son.
"Calm down, dear, it's only Christmas." She teased.
Finally arriving in the living room, Good cop gasped at the flood of presents that filled the room. But there was one in particular that caught his eyes. The largest one, just slightly taller than him, that resided near the tree. He gazed upon all it's glory and bounded over to it. He cut short however, when he heard his mother click her tongue.
"Hold on, dear, we have to wait for your father."
Good cop frowned and plunked down on his rear where he once stood. He held his arms out to the present and whimpered like a puppy.
Ma cop smiled and went into the kitchen. Her husband was pouring himself some coffee.
"Ahem, Officer Pa, we have an emergency occurring in the living room. You are needed immediately." She said clearing her throat.
He chuckled and followed her in there to see his son now laying atop the present on his stomach, groaning impatiently.
"Well, now this is an emergency." Eventually he plopped down in his chair beside the tree, Ma cop sitting on the couch opposite of him.
A bouncing Good cop now stood in front of the gift and he looked to his dad with wide, excited eyes.
"I can go first, rightrightright? Like always?"
Pa cop smiled at his hyper active son. "Of course, son. Have at it-"
"Wait! Let me get the camera!" His wife cut in. He saw his sons expression change from happy to sad in the blink of an eye.
"But Moooom!" He groaned.
Now now it'll just take a moment, I promise." Then she left.
Good cop stared back at the present like it was a precious diamond. A treasured prize. Truly, he thought, his parent's were conspiring against him. He had waited all year for this moment and he would have none of his parent's recurring inconveniences. Just one more set back, now matter how small, and he would open it without them. He swore it.
"Honey! I can't find it!" He heard her call from the bedroom. "I looked everywhere!"
Pa cop sighed and looked down at his son who had pulled out the puppy dog eyes. His heart almost imploded. He gave his son a 'sorry' look and walked back to the bedroom. Good cop grumbled and returned his gaze toward the present again.
Now I know what I must do.
It wasn't long after Ma and Pa cop rummaged around the bedroom for the camera did they suddenly hear a loud, sharp crash come from the living room. Scared that their son may be hurt, they frantically scrambled out of the bedroom.
"Son!?" His father called out.
When they reached the front room, however, their looks of fear were replaced by looks of surprise. Their son had knocked over the large present and was now sitting in a pile of black and yellow blocks, only his head protrude out of it. He turned and they were met with two large black dots for eyes and a wide smile appear on his face.
"THIS IS AWESOME! I GOT IT! I GOT IT! I GOT IT!"
His parents smiled and his mother snapped a picture. Immediately after the opening of the presents they put it together. After a bit of arguing, Good cop misplacing the pieces, and 5 coffee's later, they finally managed to put it together. And Good cop wouldn't leave his little car. He drove around the house, chased the dog, ran into the furniture, and nearly ran over his father at times.
At the end of the day he slept with it beside his bed. His mother wouldn't let him sleep inside it so this would have to do. Before he had drifted off to sleep he looked over at his beloved car and imagined driving a REAL one. Maybe chasing down a criminal in a high speed pursuit while blaring his sirens. Yeah, he couldn't wait for that. He couldn't wait to finally be able to wear a badge and protect a town. Even a city! He swore he would be the best darn cop they had. He would arrest, interrogate, and chase down criminals with the best of 'em.
He swore he would...
Yup. Only played with it for like a day, remember?
Good cop shook his head and opened the little door. He wondered if he still fit...
Please don't...
He didn't listen. He didn't get far though as he stuck one foot inside and the whole thing crumbled before him.
Well done.
Good cop stared at the pile of black and white blocks with a hurt look before shaking the look off his face and replacing it with a happier one.
"Well, now we have something to do! Let's put it back together."
Why? So we can step on it and break it again?
"You're the one who was complaining about being bored."
Yes, but I'd rather be bored than driven mad by doing this over and over again. Just shove it all in a box and fine something else to freak out about.
Good cop rolled his eyes and did as he was told. Once he was done, He looked back around to see what else he could damage. He wandered off into some direction where a bunch of boxes were stacked on top of eachother.
"Toys. Furniture. Pictures!"
We are NOT looking at pictures.
Good cop chuckled to himself. That's right. Bad cop hated having his picture taken. How could he forget?
"What's wrong? Don't want to relive the time when Ma walked in your room while you were singing along to the radio and snapped a picture while you were in mid chorus?"
Shut up.
"Or the time you put on a menagerie of our parent's clothes and make-up so you could pretend to be an evil villain?"
Mate, I'm warning you..
"And don't tell me you've forgotten the time when you accidentally-"
Good cop suddenly felt his legs moved fast toward the wall and slam right into it. He groaned and shook his head.
I warned you.
"Ugh... Fine. Take away my fun. Let's get outta here before You start up another temper tantrum." Good cop made his way to the square opening in the floor but stopped for a moment to look back at all of his stuff.
What now!?
"I don't know, just looking at all this stuff... bring back memories. I kinda wanna go back home. You know, home home. Back with Ma and pa. Don't you ever get that?"
We are the same person, idiot, of course I do.
"Well, why don't we? Let's go pay Ma and Pa a visit."
Or just call. Ma hate's it when people drop in uninvited, you know that.
Good cop rolled his eyes. "Fine." He then slid down the ladder to the middle of the hallway. A call to Ma and Pa was just about due anyway. It'd been quite a while since they'd spoken, what with him being constantly busy all the time...
Please don't mention work.
"Ah, enjoying the day off?"
No, I REALLY want to go to work and I don't want to be reminded of it.
Good cop grabbed the phone and dialed his parent's number. after a couple rings he heard his mother's voice.
"Mom! how are you?" He asked happily.
"Oh! Sweetie, I'm wonderful! It's so good to hear from you! Aren't you working though?"
"No I'm taking the day off." He said with a cringe. Those words tasted bitter for some reason.
"Is that so? Well, you deserve it! You always work so hard and-" He heard a voice in the back that sounded like his father. "It's Good cop, dear!"
Suddenly he heard a clattering sound followed by a click.
"Son?" His father's voice came into the call.
"Hi dad!"
"So, you got the day off, huh? How's it feel?"
"Honestly? I would much rather be working. But you know, Business' orders." He said and took a seat on his couch.
"Yeah, I know how that is. But hey, like your mother said, you deserve it."
"You guys say that but I still feel like I should be out there keeping the city safe rather than here doing nothing."
"Don't worry about it. The city can wait. Besides, I've seen your officers. They can handle the city while you're away."
He did have a point. He has a very strong and responsible squad of officers. The best he's ever had, even better than the robots. This and only this gave him some solace and actually start to calm down a bit and actually relax. Surly there was no way they could possibly screw up watching the city for a day. Nothing bad seemed to be happening as far as he knew.
"I guess you're right... Hey dad, you remember that Christmas where I almost ran you over?"
Finally! It's been so long since I updated this it makes me sad '~'
But, after all, I was in Chicago yesterday and couldn't write very much. Medieval times, baby!
And While I was there, I found out they have a place called Legoland.
To Anyone from Illinois who's ever been there or if you've ever been there in general: Please tell me how it is and what glorious-ness it contains. I must know. Also, if you've ever been to the Lego amusement park in florida let me know about that too. Why can't we have anything cool like that in Indiana? :'(
Anywho, Thank you all for reading! :) see you next chapter!