Yay, no more stinking writers block! ^^ Hope you all enjoy the fruits of my labor.

As the car started to pull out, Squee, Pepito and Sam were trying their best to push their way through the hoard of people to run after the vehicle, but it sped away down the road by the time they were in the clearing.

Without warning however, Sam had dashed after it. Sam, being an unquestionably fast runner and the car going rather slow, since the speed-limit was only fifteen, had quickly gained on the speeding vehicle and was now a only a few feet away behind it.

Johnny felt himself being watched and turned his head to try and see behind him, since he couldn't move around that much in the backseat, being triple handcuffed and all, and saw a red hairball chasing after the moving vehicle.

Straining his neck a little more, he realized it was that lunatic Sam and blinked slowly at her as she waved to him, noticing the cop was too busy talking to his radio to notice her. Sam was starting to tire, so she grabbed the rope off of her utility belt hidden under the shirt and flung it at the car, successfully wrapping it around the bumper.

Making sure to keep a tight grip on the rope, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small black square with a red button on it and pressed it. Wheels sprouted from the soles of her shoes and quickly became roller-skates.

Now, as she glided easily along, she wondered, was Johnny really the criminal…? As the officer got off his dispatcher, he glanced into his rearview mirror and was shocked to find that some crazy punk hanging onto his bumper!

He grumbled and sped up as he made a sharp left-hand turn, attempting to snap the rope and shake the girl off. Nearly slamming into a telephone pole, Sam held on tight as she went to the far right side of the road, right into the other lane, when an oncoming car came flying toward her!

She screamed and pulled herself up the rope and into the right lane again, but the car clipped her right arm, creating a very nasty cut, sending her blood onto the windshield, causing the vehicle to swerve, then crash through the window of a department store.

After the first try, the cop gave up and let her be, although Johnny was slightly disappointed since it had been so much fun watching the loony teen.

As Squee and Pepito burst through the doors of the station, there was a loud clamor of arguing going on in the back room. They cracked open the door and peeked inside, seeing at least seven or eight policemen sitting at a table, several standing up, and one pointing a finger and yelling at Johnny, who was standing on the other side of the room, still handcuffed, with Sam in front of him, yelling back at the officer.

"He was at the scene of the crime!"

"So? That doesn't mean he did it!"

"Oh yeah? Explain this!" the cop slammed a jagged and slightly curved knife onto the table. "He had it in his back pocket." "That's not mine!" Johnny yelled, jerking at the three pairs of cuffs that circled his wrists, but only succeeded in digging the cold metal into his flesh.

"He's telling the truth!" Sam added, scratching at the annoying bandage on her arm, which was made from a piece of her shirt. "His knife is much more differ—" she halted her words as her breath hitched in her throat upon realizing at what she just said.

"What was that?" she thanked the stars that the officers had no idea that Johnny was a serial killer, and tried to make up something. "I said…his life is…much more…stiffer!" she paused to think of what can back up 'stiffer.'

"…than uh…straight…whiskey! Yeah!" everyone deadpanned and Johnny nearly fell over from the sheer stupidity of it all. "O…kay," the officer replied skeptically, eyeing the nutcase, then turned to his fellow officers.

"Take him away." Three stood and dragged Johnny away, but Sam made a very bold move by jumping onto one of the cops backs and digging her nails into his scalp as she screamed, "NO! He's innoceeeeeeeeent!"

One tried pulling her off, but the officer was jumping around too much. "GET IT OFF ME, GET IT OFF ME!" they finally managed to rip her off, and Sam got a small souvenir: the officers' necktie that hung limply between her teeth.

She ground the thing with her teeth; a dark expression graced her face as Johnny was taken down the hall, where they disappeared around the corner. Pepito and Squee jump out from behind their hiding spot and confront her as she spat out the tie.

"Hey guys, it's getting dark. I'll see ya tomorrow okay?" her voice is low and her eyes are misty, telling the two she needed to be left alone for a while, and the trio went their separate ways out of the station.

Hehe, I think this chapter is funny ^-^ Don't you? Next chapter up soon!