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To the Guest reviewer(s): I'm really sorry but I have no idea what bloopers are. Could you explain that, or if someone else knows, could someone explain what bloopers are for a story? I have no idea how to write those, as well as deleted scenes. Those sound more like what you'd see for a movie, I haven't the faintest idea how that works with fanfiction stories. :D So if someone could explain that, that would be great.
Okay, here's the next chapter! Thanks for reading and please review, thank you!
-Shire from CollieandShire
Chapter Five
"Now Bad Cop," Emmet began, backing up against the wall as the officer stalked towards him, his grey glasses glinting as he lifted the stool over his head. "Lucy said that I can't let you beat me up, so let's talk this out."
"Ah, but Lucy isn't here, is she?" Bad Cop chuckled, throwing his arm back and ready to pitch the stool at the construction worker. "Remember, you said that if you were wrong about the girl I could beat you up with my stool. We'll, you were wrong!"
"But you need to also remember that you didn't even get a chance to talk to her because the city exploded with villains!" Emmet objected, dodging behind a trash can. They were in a dark and abandoned alleyway and Emmet was beginning to wish he'd walked Lucy into the light of the street before she left.
Emmet held his breath, not even daring to peek around the corner of the can to see if Bad Cop was still on his stool rampage.
Silence.
Slowly, Emmet popped the top of his head over the lid of the canister to see Bad Cop rubbing his chin thoughtfully, the stool at his side as he contemplated Emmet's plead.
"That's right," Emmet continued, hoping this helped the policeman realize his innocence, "even you, as mean and scary as you are, are a Lego of your word."
"I know that!" he snapped, causing Emmet to wince. He dropped the stool with a grumble and kicked it aside, then glared at Emmet. "Well? I'm waiting for your move, 'Councilor'."
"Right." Emmet shoved the trashcan aside and stepped towards Bad Cop, a little wary in case this was a trap. "Well, we just have to get you introduced to the girl."
Switch.
"Don't you mean me?" Good Cop's voice betrayed his concern as he glanced at Emmet with a puzzled look.
"Yes, you." Emmet corrected. "Anyways, all we have to do is try again."
"I don't know if I can do this, I couldn't even talk to her when I had the chance." Good Cop kicked at a stray soda can and sighed. "How am I ever going to ask her out?"
Switch.
"See, told you that you were a hopeless cause!" Bad Cop sneered.
Switch.
For the first time in his life Emmet noted that Good Cop seemed irritated. "Shut it, Bad Cop!" he snapped.
Switch.
Ohhh man, Good Cop you're in trouble. Emmet gulped and mentally panicked as Bad Cop's expression proved Good Cop was in for it. This wasn't going to be pretty.
"What did you just say?" he hissed, trying to turn in a circle to see his other side. "Go ahead, make my day. I dare you."
Switch.
Without any hesitation Good Cop repeated absent mindedly, "I said shut it."
Switch.
That did it. Emmet ran and hid behind the trash can once more as the Bad side of the officer yelled, "I am going to kill you!"
The next instant things were flying in the air as Bad Cop banged himself around, throwing everything he could and trying to attack his other side.
The two sides of the policeman kept swiveling back and forth as they both struggled to overpower the other, everything that was in the alleyway became a weapon.
"Now Bad Cop, don't beat yourself up about this." Emmet suggested as he watched the rampage take place. If this went on much longer Bad Cop and Good Cop were going to totally destroy themselves.
"Hiyya! Heyya! Argh! Raugh! Roar! Heeyaa!" Bad Cop threw himself backwards onto the ground to squish Good Cop. "Take that, you Good-For-Nothin'!"
Switch.
Good Cop lay on his back with a triumphant look. "Your turn!"
Switch, switch, swivel, turn. The polar opposites kept attempting to hold the other down, fighting for control over the brawl.
"Okay, seriously, you need to stop!" Emmet snapped, leaping forward and grabbing whatever Cop he had at the moment by the arm. "You two are in this together, now stop fighting."
Bad Cop shoved Emmet backwards and barked, "Stay out of this, civilian!"
"Bad Cop! Please, calm down and breath." The hardhat worker put up a claw hand to signal that he really was serious. "Come on, like this. Breath in, breath out, breath in, breath out, breath in…"
"Breath out, yeah, yeah, yeah." Bad Cop growled, and then exhaled sharply. "It's what me Mommy always told me to do." At the mention of his mother his accent automatically slipped into a more distinct Irish rogue as his voice trailed off in thought.
Mother. Mother. Emmet's brain spun as he tried to grasp what his subconscious was trying to tell him. What's so important about his mom?
Whooooooo! The plain faced Lego lightened up at the sound of the eerie ghost voice, turning to look up as Vitruvius slowly descended next to him. "Vitruvius! So nice to see you!" Emmet greeted.
"Who are you talkin' to?" Bad Cop demanded.
Emmet stared at him, then realized perhaps he was the only one who could see the ghost. "I'm talking to Vitruvius." He explained.
Switch.
"Uhm, Emmet?" Good Cop hesitated, glancing around. "I don't see him anywhere."
Vitruvius did a face palm and muttered to Emmet, "Only those with weird imaginations can see me."
"Could you could change that just for once, please?" Emmet asked his old mentor, looking from him to the very disturbed face of Good Cop. "I think that might be a good idea."
"Well, since you said please. Though it is way more fun to make people think you're crazy." Vitruvius gave another eerie whoooo, and though Emmet couldn't see a change in the hippie master, Good Cop leapt back with a cry of alarm.
"Vitruvius!" he exclaimed, his scribble mouth open in shock. "You're still alive?"
"When the Young Man Upstairs decides I am, yes." Vitruvius gestured to the sky with emphasis, then turned back to the officer and construction worker. "He has sent me to make things more clear for you two."
Switch.
Bad Cop grunted. "Oh, and how do we know that?"
"Bad Cop!" Emmet admonished, hoping this wouldn't cause Vitruvius to leave or something really bad to happen. "You don't question the Young Man Upstairs, he controls our universe along with the Man Upstairs."
"Anyways, before I was so rudely interrupted." Vitruvius shot a pointed look at Bad Cop, then continued. "It has come to my attention that Good Cop is in some serious need of help."
Switch.
"Oh Vitruvius, are you going to tell me how I can win the girl over?" Good Cop yelled, his face breaking into a smile.
"No, otherwise the readers of this story would die of boredom because it would lack a sufficient plotline and any exciting story elements." Vitruvius cut the officer's hopes short.
"Wha?" Emmet began, but the old man didn't continue on that subject any longer.
"You must listen closely, as I am going to give you a clue as to where you can get good advice." Vitruvius spoke in a quiet whisper, making both Emmet and Good Cop lean forward to hear the dead hippie's words. "Emmet is the last person on earth who could get you a girl, Good Cop. So you must go visit the ones you have known since your adoption."
"You were adopted?" Emmet glanced at Good Cop in surprise. "I didn't know that!"
Switch.
"Dummy, we were all adopted!" Bad Cop shot back, glaring at Emmet. "All Lego children come from the Orphanage of Misplaced Legos."
Emmet's mouth dropped open and he stared at his comrade. "My parents never told me I was adopted!" he cried.
"Ahem," Vitruvius interjected, tapping his green sucker stick on Emmet's hardhat. "You're getting off subject."
"Oh, right, continue please." Emmet ushered.
Vitruvius stood there in silence for a second, then whoooooed. "That is all. Think about what I said before you interrupted."
"You mean to tell me you told us we were off subject and then you're not going to tell us anymore?" Bad Cop threw his hands up in dismay. "I give up, I'm in the company of a couple of lunatics."
"Remember the last sentence. It will get you the advice you need." With that the ghost let out another whoooo, then ascended into the sky.
"I can't believe I was adopted." Emmet stared up after the ghost.
Bad Cop growled under his breath and began to pace. "He said that Good Cop," switch, "that I should go to the ones I've known since I was adopted."
"The orphanage people?" Emmet suggested.
Good Cop shook his head. "I don't think that was who he was talking about." He mused.
Switch.
Bad Cop did a face palm, then roared, "am I the only one who gets this?"
Switch.
Emmet and Good Cop shrugged.
Switch.
Bad Cop attempted to put his hands on his hips, but seeing how he is a Lego it didn't work. So he deferred to a pointed gesture and snarled, "He's talking about my parents. He wants Good Cop to talk to my parents."
Switch.
"Oh." Emmet and Good Cop glanced at each other. "That makes sense." Emmet nodded. "Well, I guess it's off to your parents, then, Good Cop. Where do they live?"
Good Cop smiled a little sheepishly. "Well, they live outside of Bricksburg." He told Emmet. "In a little Lego town known as Smalltown."
Well, hoped you liked this chapter! I've got the Google+ account on our fanfiction profile set up, so if you visit our profile page, you can click our Google+ link and it will take you over to our CollieandShire Google+ page, where starting these next couple of days I will be posting pictures that go with this story, along with captions. :D
Thanks for reading and please review, thank you! More to come later!
-Shire