*Guilty grin* hi everyone! Sorry I took a while to come back, you would not believe how much happens on a small farm in the Spring. (Oh wait, maybe you can. Let's just say its busy!) Also, I attended a writers conference over the weekend and I learned a lot. The good news is my mentor/teacher who's also a published author told me she thinks I should start working on a manuscript or two. In other words she thinks I'm ready to begin writing books and getting published. *Happy dance* Bad news is, that means less time for writing fanfiction. Don't worry, I shall finish this story, but updates may take a while. I'm working on several other historical fiction novels right now, so it may take a time to update this story. :D
To Guest Reviewer: Whoa, you sure do like to review a lot, don't you? Thank you very much! As far as doing bloopers and deleted scenes, we shall see. Refer to previous paragraph for reasons. :) And, I don't think I will do a Home Alone parody, though your idea is quite creative. I suggest that you should write it! If you want to see a story the way you like it, the best way to get it is to write it yourself. :D You'd be surprised how satisfying that can be.
Okay, back to the story. Enjoy this next chapter!
-Shire from CollieandShire
Smalltown was exactly what its name was-a very small town. Neighboring Smalltown was the urban area Smallville, home of the famous Superman. Both towns boasted tiny neighborhoods, friendly police officers and good ol' country living.
Nothing ever really happened in Smalltown, save the occasional evil mastermind holing up in the old abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the town limits. Other than that, things were always the same. You got up, ate breakfast, went to work or school and came home to your family to spend a nice evening home.
This was the routine that the people of Smalltown followed religiously, to the point that anyone who didn't follow the routine was regarded suspiciously and shunned.
That was the reason Bad Cop couldn't stand the place. He was not into the Smalltown routine.
"We could have just invited them to Bricksburg instead of walking out here," he grumbled under his breath, kicking a trashcan. He and Emmet were walking down Main street, every passerby on the road stopping to stare at them.
Switch.
"Oh but Bad Cop, it will be nice to see Ma and Pa again!" Good Cop exclaimed cheerfully, smiling and waving at the familiar town residents. "Hi Mrs. Brickston, hi Mr. Block, hello Sandy Brickcollar!"
The townspeople only stared at the officer, they didn't reply.
In fact everyone they'd met up with in the town so far hadn't spoken a word, and Emmet began to think this place was a lot like the Wild West. "Not very many friendly people around here," he commented.
"They're just reclusive," Good Cop replied as he lead Emmet across the street. "Ma and Pa live down Cranberry Avenue, we'll be there soon. I can't wait to surprise them!"
Switch.
Bad Cop grunted. "They're the only good thing about this stinkin' town."
Switch.
"Bad Cop, don't say things like that!"
Switch.
The gray glasses officer groaned. "Let's get this over with as quick as we can, I don't want to spend another minute here."
For once Emmet felt the same way as the grumpy policeman. He was beginning to get uncomfortable with everyone staring at him. And he was a friendly guy, not an introvert like Bad Cop!
It was with relief that Emmet sighed when he saw the plain brick house of Ma and Pa Cop. Good Cop, having taking over the policeman's body for the time being, took the steps two at a time and rang the doorbell.
"Ma, Pa, it's me!" He called out. "It's your son, Good Cop!" His voice instantly slipped into a very strong Irish lilt and Emmet had to smile.
"Y'know Good Cop, I've always liked your accent," he commented.
"Really?" Good Cop turned to Emmet and cocked his head a little. "I always tried to soften it, I didn't think people liked my accent very much."
Before Emmet had a chance to reply the door swung open and out walked Ma and Pa. "Son, it's go good to be seein' ya!" Pa exclaimed, coming forward and giving the best hug a Lego father can give. "What brings ye home?"
"Laddie, how nice to see ye!" his mother cried, kissing him on the cheek. "We've missed ye. Why haven't ye called?"
Emmet stood by as the Cops embraced, not sure what to say.
"Emmet and I came here to talk to you about somethin' very important," Good Cop explained, gesturing to the construction worker. "He's helpin' me with a very serious matter."
"Come in, come in!" Pa gestured, leading the way into the small brick building. "It's good to see you, Special. How are things goin' in the big city?"
"Oh y'know, the usual. Building stuff, making the roads safe, saving the world from Duplos," Emmet shrugged, deciding not correct them that he wasn't really the Special. People still called him that, even though he'd gotten on TV and had told everyone they were all the Special.
"Sounds exciting," Ma commented, showing Emmet and Good Cop to some seats. The living room of the house was decorated with pictures of the Cop family and Middle Zealand, where Ma and Pa Cop had come from originally. After all, thats why they had Irish accents.
"Hey, is that you, Good Cop?" Emmet pointed at a picture on the wall of a Lego boy in a uniform.
"No, that's Bad Cop."
Switch.
Bad Cop squinted across the room and nodded. "I remember that day, that's when I joined the Lego scouts." He announced proudly.
"Oh, Bad Cop, good to see you too." Pa acknowledged.
"Hello Da, hello Ma." Bad Cop greeted, not a bit of emotion to be detected in his voice. "How are you two?"
"Doin' fine, the town is as quiet as can be," Ma told her son. "Are you helping Emmet and Good Cop, too?"
Bad Cop scowled at the named worker, who chuckled nervously and scooted a little farther away from the officer. "Yes. They dragged me into it." He growled.
"So, what's this matter yer needin' to be discussin' with us?" Pa asked, sitting back in his recliner.
Switch.
Good Cop took the stage and glanced at Emmet, who motioned him to speak up. "Well, there's this girl," he began.
"Oh, Good Cop!" Ma squealed, trying to clasp her hands together but failing to do so. "That's wonderful!"
"Congratulations, son, who's the girl?"
Switch.
Bad Cop put his hands up. "No, no, he's not serious with her yet!" he cut their excitement short. "I'm tryin' to talk him out of it but he won't listen to me. He hasn't even talked to her yet, it's not serious."
"Oh, son, you should let your good side have a chance at this," Pa sighed. "He deserves a girl, boy. Why are you against it?"
"Never mind that," Bad Cop waved it off, "I made a deal with the Special here that if he can get a date for Good Cop I'd give the girl a chance." He shot another dirty look at Emmet and muttered under his breath, "and if I don't like her I have license to stool him."
"So anyways," Emmet picked up quickly before Bad Cop could dwell too much on the stool beating, "we tried to introduce Good Cop-"
"You tried." Bad Cop interrupted.
"Yes, I tried to help Good Cop meet her when the city became crazy with villains overrunning the place." Emmet explained. "By the time everyone had been rounded up, we couldn't see her anymore. Then Vitruvius's ghost showed up and told us that Good Cop should come here and talk to you, that you'd have advice for him."
Switch.
Good Cop glanced at both his parents hopefully. "Please tell me you know what to do," he begged. "I want to meet this girl so badly. I think she's my one true Lego."
"Aww, dear," his mother clucked softly. "My advice is just this, don't try to be something you're not."
"Aye, son, she's right," Pa agreed. "That is the best advice ye can have. Be yerself. If she doesn't want to go out with ye than the Man Upstairs has something different planned for ye. Trust that it will all be taken care of."
Good Cop blinked and Emmet's mouth dropped open. "Why didn't I say such cool things like that?" Emmet muttered.
"Are you sure that's all you have to tell me? No suggestions on how to ask her out or get her to like me?" Good Cop squeaked.
"Son, we've told ye what we know," Pa said, standing up from his chair and coming to stand next to Good Cop. "Now all that is left to do is try. And Bad Cop-"
Switch.
Bad Cop met his father's gaze, awaiting what he had to say.
"Let Good Cop try again. Don't be so discouragin' to him."
Bad Cop looked from his parents to Emmet, then gave an exasperated sigh. "Fine."
~oOo~
Bad Cop sat alone in his office, having dropped Emmet off at the sports bar to pick up some chicken. The Special was to meet him here at the office once he'd made the order, but Bad Cop figured the line was long. It's been thirteen seconds. He glanced at the clock on the wall.
Thoughts whirled around in his head, no matter what he chose to occupy his brain with they kept coming back to Good Cop's situation. I wonder what it would be like to be him, love struck and unsure of yourself. Must be awful. He mused.
Switch.
Good Cop sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Yeah, it is awful," he moaned. "You don't know how awful, Bad Cop."
Switch.
It was a rare moment indeed for Bad Cop to feel sympathy, but right now he could feel his other side's depression.
He knew he didn't help the situation any, he didn't want to get into this love relationship in the first place. The thought of a girl liking Good Cop sent chills down his spine. He could just imagine his other side failing her in some way, or getting his feelings crushed when she decided she didn't really like him.
"Hey, uh, Good Cop?" he began, not sure how to continue.
Yeah? His other side mentally asked.
"You know, if you really wanted me to, I guess I could, y'know." he hesitated, then sighed. "If you want, I could arrest her and bring her in so you could meet her."
Switch.
Good Cop had to smile. "Thanks Bad Cop. But, even though I don't know much about girls, I don't think that would go over well." He knew his other side was trying to make it better, that it was his own silent way of saying I'm sorry.
Well, I just thought that if you had to meet her and couldn't concentrate on work until you did, that might help. Excuse me for asking!
Good Cop sighed. Leave it to him to ruin a moment where Bad Cop was actually trying to be nice.
"Hey, it's the thought that counts," he offered.
Humph.
"I'm back!" Emmet announced, banging the door open as he held up two chicken wings. "It was crazy in there, all of Business's robots were on chicken break and couldn't make up their minds on what they were going to order."
Good Cop raised an eyebrow as Emmet set the chicken legs on the desk of the officer. "I thought you could only order chicken there."
"Yeah, but they couldn't decide if they wanted it fried or cooked."
The law enforcer nodded. "That is a hard decision," he agreed.
The two began to eat their chicken legs in silence, neither one feeling like talking much.
"This is patrol three calling all units. Criminal activity on the corner of Brick and Block!" a robotic voice crackled on Good Cop's communication device.
"Oh, Bad Cop, it's for you!" Good Cop announced.
Switch.
Bad Cop punched the communicator on his shoulder. "Come in, patrol three. State the activity."
A millisecond went by, then the robot replied, "The Bricksburg Bank is being robbed by a Lego with four robotic arms and two normal hands."
Bad Cop froze, his eyes meeting Emmet's as they locked gazes.
"Hey, I thought Doc Ock was already locked up!" Emmet voiced.
"Yeah, he was." The officer hit the communicator again. "I'm on my way! Stall him until I get there!"
He leapt from his chair and ran out the building, Emmet trailing behind. "What's going on? Do you think Business let the criminals out again?" Emmet asked.
Bad Cop didn't reply as he got into his car, then he glared as Emmet climbed into the passenger seat of the police vehicle. "What are you doing?"
"Coming with you. I don't want to stay at the headquarters by myself, it's creepy," Emmet explained.
"Stay out of my way." Bad Cop warned, then he hit the gas on his car. "I've got a job to do."
"Then we'll go find the girl, right?"
Bad Cop rolled his eyes, but nodded. "Then we'll find the girl and see if Good Cop can ask her out. If not, you know what comes next."
"Heheh, yeah…"
Slow chapter, I know, but it's about to get interesting. :)
Please review and thanks for reading!
-Shire