"Wh-who's there?" A garbageman stuttered, peering into the shadows.
"She calls me…" The eerie rasp echoed through the ally way, and a pair of glowing eyes emerged from the shadows. A figure cloaked in shadows walked out…
One uniformed garbageman instantly relaxed. "Oh, hi, Sensei Garmadon."
"Hello. Have you seen a young girl about yay high, bleached blond?" Garmadon asked, emerging to reveal that, in fact, he was not Lord Garmadon. "She keeps prank-calling me and it's getting annoying."
The other worker thought for a moment. "I think the police are interrogating her for attempting to summon you."
"Summon me? Like with drivers on Uber? Hmmm. Can you show me where?"
"Sure," He agreed, "We can drive you."
In the prison…
"Has se talked yet?" The leader of the Ninjago police force asked his officer.
The interrogator frowned. "Nah, she hasn't given us squat. They don't call her the Quiet One for nothing."
Suddenly, the door behind them swung open.
Harumi slowly looked up. "You're not what I ordered!"
Sensei Garmadon walked in, frowned at Harumi, and told the police, "This young lady kept calling me even though I clearly put my phone on Do Not Disturb and woke me up from a very important nap."
"I didn't call you. I was calling LORD Garmadon!" Harumi shot back.
"Yes," Garmadon responded driliy, "Cheap mail-order Garmadons. Mabye you should've researched Oni masks using Wikipedia first."
"I did!"
"That explains it. Wikipedia is never accurate."
Harumi looked stunned and a little annoyed.
Garmadon turned back to the chief. "I'll take her from here, boys."
"Alright, Garmadon…" one started, scurrying out.
"Wait." The officer stopped. "Could you call Lloyd first? It's past his curfew."
"It's 3:00, sir."
"I know. Waaay past his bedtime."
Whelp. Satirical [meant to be funny] one-shot. I'll take suggestions if you have one-shot ideas BTW