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So, here's the next chapter! If it seems a little choppy, forgive me. That's my only excuse. ;)
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-Shire from CollieandShire
Chapter Two
President Business sat in the Octan tour in Bricksburg-one of the newest additions to the city.
Because he'd given up being evil and all, he'd had his evil office tour torn down and he'd relocated to the Lego world capital as a token of his good will.
Though it was really hard to be nice when you're itching for something to happen.
"Robots, why don't you guys go cause some trouble or something?" Business suggested hopefully, swiveling his chair around and glancing at some of his minions. Most of the robots had gone to work for Bad Cop's police force, but his most loyal and trustworthy metal colleagues had stayed behind to help him run a real and honest business.
"But sir, we're good now." One of the robots proclaimed, his red eyes flashing on and off as his system overrided the request.
"I know, but why don't you, y'know, go make life interesting for our citizens down there?" he prodded hopefully, trying his best not to sound too evil. After all, he was somewhat good now. But he still liked a good show now and then. "They don't have anything to do all day long except their boring daily lives, why don't you let some criminals out of the City Jail so we can have some fun around here? Besides, Bad Cop and all those super hero guys will round them up, it's not like they'll get too far with destroying the city."
"But sir, remember the last time you made things interesting for the citizens?" Another robot reminded him.
"Well, that was a little different!" Business defended. "I didn't know that Loki guy was actually trying to destroy the entire world or that he had a weird alien army of Duplos on his side! Besides, the Avengers took care of that problem and the city was rebuilt within a minute and twenty-five seconds. It'll be fine!" another thought popped into Business's mind. "Hey!" he exclaimed, glaring at the robots. "Since when did I give you permission to defy my orders anyways? Get out there now!"
"Yes Lord Business!" they shouted, turning around and running out of the building.
"President Business!" he called after them. "I'm good now, remember?"
One of the robots glanced at a comrade at his side. "He sure likes a lot of bad things to happen, even though he's good."
The other robot simply nodded his head in agreement.
~oOo~
Bad Cop sat in his office in downtown Bricksburg, staring at the yellow faced construction worker in shock. "You want me to do what?" he demanded.
Emmet rolled his eyes. "Look Bad Cop, I know you're afraid of relationships, but give Good Cop a chance! You're not being fair to him, he's never liked someone before and he may never get a girl if you don't let him lead the way."
"So what you're asking me to do is to stick the Cloak of Band-aid on my face so Good Cop can get a girlfriend!" Bad Cop was furious. "I knew you were dumb, Special-who-isn't-actually-special-because-the-Special-was-made-up, but I didn't realize you were dumb enough to think you could outsmart me!"
"What!" Emmet exclaimed, leaping back as Bad Cop jumped over his desk and came at him. "What are you talking about?"
"You're trying to get rid of me just because I tried to kill you twice!" the patrolman roared, grabbing the nearest stool. "What does a guy have to do around here to get forgiven?"
"No, no!" Emmet yelped, dodging the stool as Bad Cop started throwing things at him. Emmet was beginning to think it might have been best to talk this idea over before heading over to the police station to find the Cloak of Band-aid in the evidence room. "That's not it at all! I'm trying to help Good Cop!"
"Oh yeah? What makes him so much more special than me?" Bad Cop threw another stool at Emmet, then began kicking and punching anything that came within range of him, throwing everything he had at the Lego minfigure.
"You're destroying your office, calm down and let me talk to Good Cop!" Emmet pointed out, dodging a file cabinet and ducking behind the desk.
Switch.
Good Cop glanced around the room. "Oh Bad Cop, you made a really big mess." He commented.
Switch. "This is all your fault!" Bad Cop screamed. "If you hadn't fallen in love in the first place I wouldn't have had to destroy my office to make a point!"
Switch. "Emmet, what do you think I should say? He doesn't want to listen to me!" Good Cop wailed, sitting down in the chair. "Now I'm never going to get a chance to learn to ask a girl out, he won't stop getting in the way."
Emmet sighed and walked over to Good Cop. "It's okay." He patted Good Cop on the back. "We just need to convince him this is in your best interest. Bad Cop may be mean, but I know he's got some good even in his bad side."
Good Cop looked into Emmet's face, his expression troubled. "Are you sure? I don't think Bad Cop is capable of feelings."
"Of course he is!" Emmet told him. "Why do you think he's afraid of this girl you're in love with? He probably likes her too, but he won't admit it."
Switch.
Emmet jumped back as Bad Cop leapt onto him. "I don't like her!" he shouted in his face. "You little maggot, you're demoralizing me!"
"Now Bad Cop, calm down!" Emmet cried as Bad Cop grabbed the stool next to him, ready to bring it down on Emmet. "I'm just trying to help you two. Good Cop asked me for my help!"
"He doesn't need your help, you told him it was okay to fall in love." Bad Cop growled, raising the stool.
"But, but Bad Cop!" Emmet searched for the right words to save him from the severe beating he knew he was about to receive, "You asked me to help him first, remember?"
Bad Cop stopped, considering this new element. "Yeah, but you weren't much of a help, were you?" he sneered.
"Uhh, that depends on what side of you I'm talking to." Emmet gulped.
Bad Cop muttered something under his breath, then, much to Emmet's relief, he set the stool down and got off of him. "You'd better make a good case of why I should stick that Cloak on my face, or I'm going to pound you to Cloud Cookooland." He warned.
"Okay," Emmet tripped over his words, racking his brain for the right thing to say, "If you stick the Cloak on your face, then your Bad Cop side can't interfere with Good Cop when he goes and introduces himself to the girl. Please Bad Cop, give your other self a chance! I promise, you won't regret it."
The officer's face remained expressionless, though it didn't help that Emmet couldn't see his eyes under his dark grey glasses. "What happens if your promise is wrong?" he challenged.
Emmet took a deep breath and glanced down at the floor. "Then, then you can hit me with a stool." He mumbled, trying not to show he was trembling. What am I saying? All of this to help Good Cop get a girlfriend? She'd better be worth it.
"It's a deal!" Bad Cop chuckled, slamming his claw hand onto his desk. "Oh, I am soooo ready to prove you wrong!"
"Glad to hear it." Emmet sighed. "Let's get this started before I freak out." He caught sight of a clock on the wall. "Can I make one request, though?"
Bad Cop was currently entering the combination for the evidence room and called over his shoulder, "and what's that?"
"If I'm wrong and Good Cop doesn't get the girl, or you don't like her after all, could you wait to hit me with a stool until after my wedding?" Emmet asked. "I'm getting married in seven minutes."
The policeman opened the door and beckoned Emmet to follow him. "I'll think about it." He grunted.
~oOo~
With the Cloak of Band-Aid in place and covering Bad Cop's face, Emmet could finally began teaching Good Cop what he needed to know about approaching a girl.
"Okay, the first thing you have to do is this," Emmet started, sitting down in a chair across from Good Cop's desk.
Good Cop was grinning from ear to ear, ecstatic that Emmet had convinced Bad Cop to give him a chance. "Okay." He nodded. "And what's 'this'?"
"You have to go up and say hi." Emmet paused to add emphasis to his statement. "Okay, lesson's over, let's go get some practice!" Emmet leapt out of his chair.
"That's it?" The friendly police officer stood up as Emmet headed towards the door. "That's all I have to do?"
Emmet grinned sheepishly. "That's all I know." He confessed.
Bad Cop attempted to swivel over and mouth something off, but since his face was covered with the Cloak all that came out was a muffled groan before Good Cop swiveled back into the scene. "Are you sure she'll know I'm asking her on a date if I do that?" Good Cop didn't seem so sure about Emmet's advice.
"Well, Lucy says that girls read into everything, so if you say hi she'll get it." Emmet offered, gesturing that Good Cop should follow him. "Now let's go find this girl so you can talk to her."
Good Cop nodded and followed the construction worker out, his mind racing. What if she doesn't get it? I didn't practice anything else but saying hi, what if she doesn't like me?
His brain switched from Good to Bad.
Duh, dummy. That's what I've been warning you about! She's gonna reject you and you're going to become the sorriest police officer on the face of the Lego worlds! You don't even have a real face, you don't stand a chance.
The scribble face Cop pushed Bad Cop's thoughts out of his head and swallowed. "I sure hope this goes well." He murmured.
"Me too." Emmet agreed. "I'm not looking forward to a stool beating if this doesn't work."
Hmm, I'm curious as to see how this is all going to turn out, because even though I'm the writer I'm not sure. :D I can tell you this: someone ain't gonna be happy with those escaped villains! :D
-Shire