Chapter 49: Snow Jam
We know how Jake hates the winter and snow. He does a good deed and, well as they say, no good deed goes unpunished!
"I hate snow and it's not supposed to snow this much in the Meadowlands!" the raccoon complained as he pulled his black and white checkered scarf tighter around his neck and then shoved it into his fashionable black woolen double breasted peacoat. "What the heck is a weather bomb anyways? I think they just started making these things up."
The fox in the dark blue police winter coat just gave his best friend Jake a smile as they slogged through the wet snow and back towards the police cruiser.
"Well at least Bogo didn't call you in during the middle of the job symposium to do traffic control. We came all the way up here to the university to speak about minority employment and it gets cancelled early because of the snow," Jake continued as he slipped slightly on some ice in the parking lot. Something caught his eye and he looked over towards where a tall moose in a university campus police officer's uniform was trying to poke at a camera with the end of a broom handle. "What's wrong officer?" he called out to the moose.
"The camera is stuck and I'm just trying to work it loose," the officer replied as he tried again.
"I'll get it for you," Jake said as he hurried towards the pole on which the camera was located. "It looks like a little ice got wedged between the camera and the building."
"But…" the moose began to object, before the raccoon began to shimmy up the pole. "I can call maintenance for a ladder and they'll come out once the weather clears!"
"Why wait?" Jake as he continued to climb up the pole. "We raccoons are experts at climbing," he bragged. "I've climbed up steeper things then this before, besides this pole is secured to the building's roof."
"Okay, if you say so buddy," Nick called up to him. "Still…"
"Still nothing!" the raccoon snapped back in a cocky manner as he continued his climb. "I know what I am doing, I'm a security expert. A professional!"
The moose leaned over and whispered into the fox's ear, "Should we warn him?"
"He's not going to listen," Nick sighed. "He's in one of those moods again, acting like the self-proclaimed expert on everything. Let's just hope that nothing happens."
"He won't get hurt will he?"
"The snow is deep and he really isn't that high up, at least not for him."
"Okay, if you say so."
"Got it!" the raccoon yelled triumphantly from above them. "Just a few minor adjustments and everything should be back in order."
"I'd feel better if he had just let the maintenance crew do that," the moose whispered.
Nick just shook his head as he watched the raccoon.
"Okay, how's that now?" Jake called back down again in a jubilant tone.
The moose spoke into his radio and nodded. "You've got it!" he yelled back to the raccoon.
Jake slid down the pole. "There, that didn't take long at all," he proclaimed and then gave the pole a hardy slap, causing it to shake again.
"Don't!" the moose began to cry out, but he was too late.
Nick also looked up and then yelled, "Look out!" Quickly he dove forward and tried to push Jake out of the way, but he also was too late. A white wall of snow slid off the building's roof and down upon the two helpless friends.
"Oh my!" was all the moose could exclaim as he looked at the mound of snow with a black and gray tail and a reddish orange tail poking out of the white mound. "Are you two okay?"
"I hate snow!" came the raccoon's mumbled complaint from within the snow pile. The fox's tail just wagged slightly in reply.