Author's Note: I have absolutely no idea where this came from. I don't even know what the inspiration is for this sucker. Just… popped into my head and wouldn't leave!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans or a pet kangaroo. But someday… someday…
…
Cyborg pulled to the side of the road and glared at Beast Boy. "You, not a word."
Red and blue sirens flashed behind them, lighting up the dark street as Cyborg and Beast Boy sat in the 'latest edition to the team,' the car Cyborg and Raven had been working on for months.
The police officer, a balding man in his late forties with thick shades covering his eyes, tapped his baton against the window. Beast boy held back a laugh as Cyborg slowly rolled the window down.
"There a problem, officer?"
The graying mustache twitched. "Yeah, there is. Do you have any notion of how fast you were going, son?"
Beast Boy's hand shot into the air, "I do! I do!"
Cyborg silenced Beast Boy with a well aimed punch before turning back to the officer. "No, sir, I don't."
"125 miles per hour, the speed limit in this zone's 25, that's 100 miles over, kid. This next question's real important now, ya hear? So pay attention: can I see your license?"
Cyborg gulped and sweat-dropped. "Hmm… Uh, actually, officer, sir, I'm a… um… a superhero. I'm part of the Teen Titans. So-"
The graying mustache twitched. An eyebrow raised. "Superhero, eh? Do you have any idea what the offence for driving in without a license in California is?"
Beast Boy's hand shot into the air again. "I do! Right here!"
Cyborg growled and socked Beast Boy in the stomach. "Yo, BB, shut UP!"
"Can I see some registration?"
Cyborg nodded and pointed to Beast Boy. "BB, get me the registration, it's in the glove compartment."
Beast Boy nodded and flipped open the glove compartment. He shoved his hand inside and ran it over random items. "Uh.. Cyborg? 'S not in here."
"Beast Boy, are you telling me you LOST THE REGISTRATION?!"
Beast Boy's jaw hit the ground. He put a hand to his chest as his eyes grew wide. "Me? What makes you so sure I lost it?"
Cyborg smacked his forehead in aggravation. "Because you're you."
"Look… just because I lost the remote…"
Cyborg counted on his fingers, "and the video game, and the toothpaste, and my football, and the waffle iron, and Snoop cd, and-"
The officer rolled his eyes, though technically nobody knew because he was wearing shades, and sighed. "Can you just tell me where you got the car?"
Cyborg turned his attention from Beast Boy to the officer. "Got it? I didn't get it from anywhere!"
Other eyebrow raised. "Oh? This just gets better and better."
"I built her, sir, she's my baby."
The officer bent down, resting his elbows on the window frame, and examined the passengers closely. "You use leftover pieces from your arm or something?"
Beast Boy grinned, "good one!"
The officer studied the dashboard. His pointer finger reached out and hit a random button, "what's this do?"
"Ech! Don't push that one! It-" The trunk hood flipped back and a rocket launcher popped out. Cyborg sighed in defeat.
"Is that a proton cannon?"
"…Yes sir."
The officer turned back to the two boys. "Do you have any idea what the penalty is for having a proton cannon attached to the back of an unregistered car traveling 100 miles over the speed limit being driven by an unlicensed driver?"
Beast Boy's hand shot up. "I do! I do!"
Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans or a pet kangaroo. But someday… someday…
…
Cyborg pulled to the side of the road and glared at Beast Boy. "You, not a word."
Red and blue sirens flashed behind them, lighting up the dark street as Cyborg and Beast Boy sat in the 'latest edition to the team,' the car Cyborg and Raven had been working on for months.
The police officer, a balding man in his late forties with thick shades covering his eyes, tapped his baton against the window. Beast boy held back a laugh as Cyborg slowly rolled the window down.
"There a problem, officer?"
The graying mustache twitched. "Yeah, there is. Do you have any notion of how fast you were going, son?"
Beast Boy's hand shot into the air, "I do! I do!"
Cyborg silenced Beast Boy with a well aimed punch before turning back to the officer. "No, sir, I don't."
"125 miles per hour, the speed limit in this zone's 25, that's 100 miles over, kid. This next question's real important now, ya hear? So pay attention: can I see your license?"
Cyborg gulped and sweat-dropped. "Hmm… Uh, actually, officer, sir, I'm a… um… a superhero. I'm part of the Teen Titans. So-"
The graying mustache twitched. An eyebrow raised. "Superhero, eh? Do you have any idea what the offence for driving in without a license in California is?"
Beast Boy's hand shot into the air again. "I do! Right here!"
Cyborg growled and socked Beast Boy in the stomach. "Yo, BB, shut UP!"
"Can I see some registration?"
Cyborg nodded and pointed to Beast Boy. "BB, get me the registration, it's in the glove compartment."
Beast Boy nodded and flipped open the glove compartment. He shoved his hand inside and ran it over random items. "Uh.. Cyborg? 'S not in here."
"Beast Boy, are you telling me you LOST THE REGISTRATION?!"
Beast Boy's jaw hit the ground. He put a hand to his chest as his eyes grew wide. "Me? What makes you so sure I lost it?"
Cyborg smacked his forehead in aggravation. "Because you're you."
"Look… just because I lost the remote…"
Cyborg counted on his fingers, "and the video game, and the toothpaste, and my football, and the waffle iron, and Snoop cd, and-"
The officer rolled his eyes, though technically nobody knew because he was wearing shades, and sighed. "Can you just tell me where you got the car?"
Cyborg turned his attention from Beast Boy to the officer. "Got it? I didn't get it from anywhere!"
Other eyebrow raised. "Oh? This just gets better and better."
"I built her, sir, she's my baby."
The officer bent down, resting his elbows on the window frame, and examined the passengers closely. "You use leftover pieces from your arm or something?"
Beast Boy grinned, "good one!"
The officer studied the dashboard. His pointer finger reached out and hit a random button, "what's this do?"
"Ech! Don't push that one! It-" The trunk hood flipped back and a rocket launcher popped out. Cyborg sighed in defeat.
"Is that a proton cannon?"
"…Yes sir."
The officer turned back to the two boys. "Do you have any idea what the penalty is for having a proton cannon attached to the back of an unregistered car traveling 100 miles over the speed limit being driven by an unlicensed driver?"
Beast Boy's hand shot up. "I do! I do!"