Sheriff Buford D. Justice
Scene changes to the teen boys and the abandoned car.
One was trying to get the tires off and the other two were looking around inside the vehicle. All three were oblivious to the sound of a sheriff car pulling off onto the shoulder, not too far from them.
Out stepped a man with light-bluish kinda aqua hair, that fell to nearly his ankles, and was restrained with a hair band. His eyes were covered by tacky sunglasses and the way he moved made him appear more arrogant than he already was. The old-fashioned sheriff's hat he wore didn't do much to help his image out any either. The other man, maybe a foot or so taller, was wearing a cowboy hat over his blonde hair and ridiculous sideburns, a dark jacket over a light blue/gray vest and blue-white stripped tie, light blue shirt and dark pants. Needless to say he wasn't too bright.
They didn't make make thier prescence known for a short moment before the sheriff snapped his fingers, catching all three boys by surprise.
"Hold up on that car wash, gentlemen." Making his way to the car, he waved a hand in front of him. "Come here, son."
He popped the boy in the gut, making him double over. "Whoops," he said, chuckling. "You look tired, boy. Rest yourself." Immediately the three boys went flat against the car, not moving. "You punks look tuckered out, too."
Kicking the closest one in the ass with the side of his foot, he said, "That's an attention-getter. Now, a lady in a wedding gown."
"Yes sir."
"Get in a car?"
"Yes sir."
"See who was drivin'?"
"N-No, sir."
"License plate?"
"Y-Yes, sir. Uh, Georgia plates. Um, "BAN-ONE." Uh, B-A-N dash O-N-E."
"All right, now, you boys just stay here and watch the car. There might be some vandals around who wanna steal somethin', so you boys just stay here and keep your hands on the car until one of my associates arrive. And don't go home, don't go to eat, sand don't play with yourself. It wouldn't look nice on my highway. Oh, you can think about it, but don't do it."
From behind the sheriff the teens can see the moron behind him nodding at each word. When the sheriff turned around, he ran into said moron. Once he moved and went back to the car, the sheriff just rolled his eyes.
After they left, one said, "Hey, man, hehe's gone. Let's..Let's get outta here."
"Shit. You do what you want. I..I'm stayin' right here."
Elfbrat18: Ya just met Darts.
Whistler: And Raphael (supposed to be Buford's son). Anyway, R+R!
