Tags: Cartoon Humor. Vi, Caitlyn.
The story begins at the familiar waiting room of Piltover's police station. Handcuffed crooks and nervous eyewitnesses can be seen resting on the numerous orange rows of uncomfortable plastic chairs. The deputies at the front desk can be seen franticly answering phone calls and filling long forms behind Plexiglas dividers. Suddenly a blur of movement enters the room. The speedy projectile momentary freezes to reveal a female police officer with a VI tattoo on her face.
Pinkous Rumbustious, a simple yellow caption declares above the humanoid comet.
The flow of time then continues, Vi dashes madly, shoving people out of her way as she tries to clear the hall as fast as possible. The pinkette has barely the time to dive into a side corridor when a second hurried individual bursts out of an office.
Sheriffous Methodicous, the new caption declares in blocky letters.
"Come back here, Vi!" Caitlyn commands as she chases after the fleeing enforcer.
The other occupants of the waiting room merely roll their eyes and return back to their previous activities. The vast majority- if not the entirety of Piltover's population having long since gotten used to the dynamic duo's antics.
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The new scene opens at an empty police station corridor. Caitlyn is meticulously placing cigarettes on the floor, putting down paper cylinders in a straight line in order to create a clear path of nicotine that stops before an armed bear trap. The crafty Sheriff conceals the trap by covering it with sheets of Vi's pending paperwork and then carefully puts a whole pack of cigarettes on the bear trap's center.
After inspecting her handiwork, Caitlyn stalks off to the farthest corner of the narrow corridor. She then takes a hold of her hat and stretches it. The cunning sheriff proceeds to place the hat on the floor with its opening facing upwards and jumps inside it to hide from Vi.
A few minutes later a familiar pair of nostrils peek out from behind an adjacent wall. The pink-haired enforcer sniffs at the air inquisitively before spotting the fallen cigarettes. In a moment's notice and without pausing to ponder why all those cigarettes were there int the first place Vi starts gathering the small cylinders, shoving them happily in her pockets. Caitlyn observes her quarry from her hiding spot inside her giant top hat. Only the devious policewoman's eyes can be seen protruding from inside the fortress of purple fabric. The seconds tick by as the blissfully oblivious bruiser slowly moves closer and closer to the concealed iron jaws and the pain of betrayal.
Vi raises a scarred eyebrow upon spotting the crumpled reports that she usually stuffs in the file cabinets of the other deputies, or she hides in her personal locker. Suspicious eyes roam across the 'deserted' hallway searching for the thunderous expression of her uptight superior. Caitlyn dives deeper into her hat, the older policewoman's eyes disappear from view. A few tense moments pass in relative as Caitlyn waits to see if the uncivilized pinkette will take the bait and trigger the trap. And then!
"Oh well." The sheriff hears Vi's voice coming from the center of the empty hallway. There is a sound of crumpled papers getting displaced and a moment of tense silence follows, before a clinking noise can be heard and Vi sighs in audible contentment. Heavy footsteps lead away from the camouflaged bear trap and Caitlyn's hiding stop. The puzzled policewoman decides to inspect her surroundings. Only to quickly discover that both the pack of cigarettes and her partner are missing.
Utterly confused, the sheriff climbs out of the giant hat, she shrinks it back to its normal size and puts it on her head as she moves to the center of the corridor. Caitlyn nudges the trap with the tip of her boot. Nothing happens.
She pokes at the bear trap with a little more force than before. No change there.
Angry at the fact that Vi is probably stinking up their office with the smokes that she regrettably received from her, Caitlyn starts stomping at the defective bear trap, repetitively hopping at its center whilst muttering hashed curses.
*SNAP!*
A sharp snapping sound abruptly graces the hallway making Caitlyn freezes. Slowly, ever so slowly the policewoman's gaze sinks downwards. A short moment later Caitlyn is mutedly screaming inside her hat that expands and bloats like a great balloon.
"Beep! Beep!" Vi dashes from one side of the corridor to the other with five lit cigarettes balancing haphazardly between her lips. Vi returns back, she teasingly squeezes Caitlyn's nose like a horn and then runs away once more.
The good sheriff murmurs and growls, she spits unintelligible words and death threats. Caitlyn starts spinning in place as her face turns an angry shade of red and steam escapes noisily from her ears.