Yay! This chapter's longer than one thousand words! I feel quite proud! :D Anyway, Ponchy and I both hope you enjoy this! :D This was written for the glory of God and to entertain you guys. The disclaimer is in the . . . second chapter, I think. Here's the fourth chapter! Voila!
~la-hija-de-Dios :D
When Ponch walked in to the CHP headquarters on April first, 1980, he was met by Jeb Turner. "Did you figure out what the plan will be to get them out of the way?" Ponch asked.
Jeb nodded. "Yep. You just leave this to me. You make sure to get the right uniforms, okay?"
Smiling, Ponch exclaimed, "You know I will! I'd love to see their faces when they realize—" He broke off in laughter. Just then, their targets were seen in the hallway. "I've got to go!" Ponch said. He scurried off to go do his deed.
Jeb smirked. "Okay!" He set off to detain the two who would be the brunt of the year's prank. "Hey, Bonnie! Bear!"
The two turned, saying, "Yes?" simultaneously.
"Well, I'm a little worried. You don't think that Ponch will try to play a trick on me, do you?"
Bonnie Clark gave Jeb a look, her eyes twinkling. "You never know. He just might try to dye your mustache pink."
Jeb gasped. He put a hand to his chest in mock shock. "No! Not that! Surely he wouldn't stoop so low!"
"Thanks for sucking in half of our oxygen supply," Bear said sarcastically. He laughed. "He probably has a prank with your name on it. You should watch out."
Bonnie patted Jeb on the shoulder. "Well, we were headed to the cars."
Jeb realized that he needed them to have to change their uniforms. He thought fast. "Wait! Do you . . . Want some coffee? It's kind of cold out, so the coffee would taste especially good."
The two mulled it over and agreed. All three officers walked to the coffee machine. Jeb took special notice of the "Caution: Wet Floor" sign. Once the trio had gotten its coffee, they sat back to drink it. Well, two of them did. Jeb made sure to trip and let his coffee go flying.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! Can I clean it up?" He grabbed napkins and started to try and soak up the offending liquid.
Bonnie stood up, Bear not far behind. She sputtered, "Jeb, I'll have to take this to the cleaners now!"
Jeb winced in what he hoped was an apologetic looking expression. "Sorry. Blame the extra time it takes to change on me." He watched as officers Clark and Baricza walked to their respective lockers to get their clothes.
Not soon after, Ponch walked up behind him. "Hey."
Jeb jumped, for he had not expected that. "What? Oh. Hi, Ponch. Did you switch 'em?"
Ponch nodded eagerly. "Yep! Now it's time to wait and see what happens!" He hugged Jeb. "Thanks for your help! I'm sure you did great!" He sat down on the table.
Jeb grinned. "I aim to please." He shifted and thought he heard some paper rustling, but figured it was from the papers on the table by Ponch. "Well, I'm going on patrol. Bye!"
Ponch smirked. "Bye!"
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Bonnie ended up pulling a man over for speeding. When the guy rolled down his window, his expression was clearly noticeable.
"How dare you pull me over! I'm a doctor and I'm late for a surgery! I would've been there on time, but my car stalled!"
Bonnie tried to calm the man down. "Sir, you were going seventy-five miles an hour in a sixty mile an hour zone. May I see your license, please?"
He groaned and pulled out his wallet. "Here you go. I will call your station and report you, young lady! What's your name?" He squinted at the badge. He then grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled something down on it. "Give this to your sergeant!"
Bonnie sighed and stuffed it into her pocket. "Sir, here's your ticket. I expect to see it paid, Mr. Henley."
George Henley glared at the woman. "Am I free to go?"
"Yes, you are."
"Thanks, Officer Baricza." As the man drove off, she could be heard muttering, "Dash it all with these uppity women officers. Think they know everything."
Bonnie sighed. Wait a minute. "Officer Baricza?" She looked down at her name tag and read Bear's last name on there. "Ponch," she growled. Bonnie got into her cruiser and drove off. She got a call about another speeder. She reported in. "This is 7-Charles."
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Barry Baricza was in a similar situation.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I was told an officer named Baricza was going to help. No other officer is allowed on the scene."
"You don't understand. I'm Officer Baricza!" Bear was getting frustrated by this point.
The man looked at him and shook his head. "Nope. Your badge says, 'Clark.' You can't be Baricza."
Bear looked at his nametag. "Oh. It was probably Ponch," he muttered. To the policeman, he said, "I can prove I'm Baricza! Come to my cruiser!" He brought the man to his car and used the CB radio. "This is 7-Adam. Please tell this man that I am Officer Baricza."
"7-Adam is Barry Baricza," the dispatcher replied.
"Thanks, dispatch." Bear faced the man. "How's that?"
The man shrugged. "Why aren't you wearing your right name tag?"
"I think it was an April Fool's joke of a friend of mine."
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Jeb drove along. He had just helped some victims of a car crash and directed traffic for a bit. The weird thing was that people were giving him some odd looks. One old lady that he had helped had tried to pinch him on the cheek. A little boy had actually tried to pinch his arm. When Jeb had protested, the boy had said something along the lines of "Why did you ask for it if you didn't want it?" This has confused Jeb. Ask for what? He hadn't asked for anything.
When his patrol was over, he noticed that some of his fellow officers were snickering behind his back. "What is it?"
They attempted looks of innocence, but were unable to hold in their laughter. Grossie walked by and pinched his shoulder.
"Ow!" Jeb gasped.
Jon walked by. "Hey, Jeb? What's up?"
"Everyone keeps pinching me and I can't figure out why!"
"Would it have anything to do with the sign that says, 'Pinch me!' on your back?"
"What sign?!"
Jon plucked the sign from Jeb's back and held it out for the black man to see. "This sign. Who put it there?"
Jeb thought for a minute. "Well, the only person that touched my back was . . . Ponch!" His dark eyes glittered.
Ponch walked by. "April fool's!" He was soon flanked by Bonnie and Bear.
"Do you know the trouble I went through today? I got called 'Baricza' at least ten times!" Bonnie shouted.
Bear nodded enthusiastically. "And I wasn't able to do my job because I was the only one allowed and my name tag said, 'Clark'!"
Ponch laughed nervously. "He he he . . . April fool's?"