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'This plan is stupid.' thought Jake. The police would never believe those golf balls, and dear old dad hadden't quite figured out that he also didn't have any money to pay bail.

And Jake had been left outside. But, Jake grinned. He had a plan.

"I'm afraid I'll need to see your I.D. sir." the police woman said. Jack frowned. "Oh! My I.D...here you go..." he handed her his HalloweenTown I.D.

She scowled. "Great, a crazy..." she muttered. "You're telling me you're the Pumpkin King?" she said. Jack frowned.

"Look," he said, with as much diplomacy as he could muster given the circumstances, "I really need to bail out my wife, and my daughter." he said.

"Your wife?" the policewoman asked. "Yes, Sally Ske...dorski. Can I see her?"

"You and her are legally married?" "Yessss..." Jack said slowly, thinking this police woman must be slow.

"Sir, we do not have any Sally Skedorskis here. We have a Sally Dorlington. I'm afraid your story isn't matching up." she said, in a edgy tone.

Jack was very frustrated now. "Can I see her? Its urgent." he said, barely restraining his aggresion towards this incompentent cop.

"Lets just calm down now..." the policewoman said gently. If Jack had skin on his face, it would be red.

"Listen, I need to see my wife!!" he yelled, slamming his fist on the desk.

He immediatly regretted that when the policewoman and several other cops attacked him.

This was taking way too long, Jake thought. What was Jack doing in there?
About five minutes later, Jack was in a cell. He caught a glance at Sally and Sam, but he was led into another cell. His cell was already occupied by three other humans. Apparently it was the 'crazies' cell.

Jack's cellmates were a mohawked goth, with too many piecings to possibly be healthy, a scantily dressed drag queen taking a drag of a cigarette, and a smelly guy who sat in the corner of the cell, muttering 'mashed potatoes'.

Jack sat in the middle of the bench in the cell. The policeman locked the door and walked away.

The drag queen scooted over beside him.

"Whats a guy like you doing in a cell like this?" she asked as she blew a puff of smoke in his face.

Jack resisted the urge to cough. "I 'harrassed an officer'." he said quietly.

The drag queen laughed. "Thats funny Slims, real funny."

Jack frowned at being called 'Slims'.

She blew another puff of smoke. "You got a name Slims?"

Jack looked up. "Jack." he said.

She nodded. Jack looked down once more.

"Name's Tiff." she stated. Jack nodded.

Then she scooted closer still to Jack, so that their legs were touching.

"You know what I got in here for?"

Jack had been taken too.

Sally just didn't know what to do. She had seen Jack led by the police to another cell. Who could help her and Sam?

Where was Jake?

Jack moved her hands off his thigh.

"Look, Tiff...I'm sure you're a very nice woman and all, but I'm happily married." he said, flashing his wedding ring.

Tiff laughed. "Thats what they all say."

"Leave him alone." the goth spoke up.

Tiff shrugged and continued her cigarette.

"Thank you Mr...?" Jack started. The goth didn't even look up.

"Spike." he said plainly.

Jack nodded.

"Mashed potatoes!" called the smelly guy from the corner.

"Shut up Spuds!" called Tiff.

Jack gulped.

well, I have to say, I had a lot of fun writing this chapter! Hope you enjoyed, and please review!!!