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- You guys are useless.
What are you even doing?

- I'd like to see you
do something for once.

- What, are you scared?
- All right, here we go.

- What's going on, shit face?
- Eat a dick, Penisi.

- Hey, check yourself,
Polonsky.

- Check yourself, Crystal.
- All right, all right.

Jerry.
- Terry.

- Nice to see you.
- You as well.

What brings you out?

- Looks like we have
a jurisdictional problem.

- Yeah, he wants us
to take care of these guys,

but they're his problem,
not ours.

- Drunks, huh?
- Yep.

- Looks like a police problem.

- Exactly.
- What's with the wet pants?

- The Wet Your Pants
Challenge, bitch!

[laughter]
- He called you a bitch!

[laughter]
- What's that supposed to mean?

- What, you never heard of it,
Chief Queef?

[chuckles]
Step one, you piss your pants.

Step two, film it.
[laughs]

- It's a new
social media craze.

You piss yourself in an
unexpected place and film it.

All the influencers
are doing it.

- Kylie Jenner
pissed her yoga pants

at London Bridge last week.
Broke the internet.

- It was pretty dope.
- Have you done it?

- I'd rather not say.

- We wet ourselves five times
at the Tacoma Terriers game

and three times just now.
[laughter]

- They are not getting
in my ambulance.

- Yeah, they are.
- Yeah, they are.

- Public intoxication,
graffiti,

vandalism--take 'em to jail.

- Well, I'm sorry to have
to play this card, but...

guys...

I'm gonna have
to take you to jail.

- Thank you.

- For doing
the Wet Your Pants Challenge?

Be cool, brah. Social meeds.

- Or you could tell
these firefighters

about your chest pain.

- I don't have chest pain.

- Or you can tell
these firefighters

about your chest pain,
and legally,

they have to take you to the ER
instead of jail.

- No, no.

both: We have chest pain!

Ah, my chest!

- Oh!
- Ow, my chest!

- Yeah!
- You heard it.

Chest pains,
or as I call it, incarceritis.

- No, no chance.
We're not taking these guys.

Absolutely not.
- Nope, he's right.

We gotta take 'em.
Load 'em up.

- Are you kidding me?
Come on.

- We have no choice.
Those are the rules.

Load 'em up.
- Chief.

- All right, Granny.
- Cap.

- Might want to put on
a life jacket

for the waterworks.
[laughs]

- And by water, he means piss.

- Yeah.
- Oh, really?

- Wait, wait, wait,
take a video of me

wetting myself
in the ambulance.

- No, I just cleaned
that ambulance out.

No.
- Hey, you mind? Just one.

- Come on.
- Want it vertical.

- Oh, shit.
- Ah, my phone's all wet!

[laughs]
- Come on, let's go. Hurry up.

[both imitating sirens]

[Foreigner's "Hot Blooded"]

♪ ♪

- ♪ Well, I'm hot-blooded ♪

♪ Check it and see ♪

♪ I got a fever of 103 ♪

♪ I'm hot-blooded ♪

[slamming gavel]

- Hear ye, hear ye,

this kangaroo court
is now in session.

Let justice be served
for the crimes committed

within these walls,
may they be real or perceived.

- Mm, good word, Your Honor.

- [chuckles]
Thank you very much, bailiff.

- My first kangaroo court.
I'm a little nervous.

- Eh, don't worry
about it, probie.

It's all in good fun.
Nobody takes it too seriously.

- Bailiff, you may call
the first case.

- All right, Your Honor,
the court of Station 24

recognizes Lucy McConky.

- Aha.

- Your Honor,
theft is a heinous crime,

and no thievery is lower

than firefighter
on firefighter theft.

- Mm.
- You can say that again.

- Deplorable.

- As someone who enjoys
looking "noice,"

I recently bought
a very expensive bottle

of shampoo
to add extra body to my hair.

Someone in this station
has been stealing

that very expensive shampoo.

Your Honor,
I bring before the court

the case of the People
versus Ike Crystal!

[dramatic music]

both: Murmur, murmur,
murmur, murmur.

- Your Honor, two weeks ago,
I bought this bottle

of Maurice Pasqual
extra volumizing

ultra full body shampoo
for $189.99.

- $189? For shampoo?

- May I remind you
that you're the judge right now

and not my father?
- Yeah, but that's crazy.

- [chuckles]
- What's in that thing, gold?

- Well, it's pretty common
for high-end shampoo

these days, Your Honor.
- Is that right, bailiff?

- Indeed, and that right there
is the low end of the high end.

- Shut the front door!
Maybe I am crazy.

- No, no, you're not crazy.

- Thank you for your
shampoo expertise, bailiff.

- Well, I appreciate
your appreciation

of my expertise.
[both chuckle]

- As you might note,
the bottle is almost empty.

[bottle rattles]

- Inspect that, bailiff.
- Yes, sir.

[bottle rattles]

Yep, that's empty.
- I thought the same thing.

- Mm-hmm.

- Ike asked me to use it,

and I declined
given its lofty price.

Soon, the levels began to lower
and his hair became fluffier.

- Objection. Circumstantial.

- Sustained. Very good, Ike.

That's good legalese.
- Yeah!

- Murmur, murmur, murmur.
- Murmur, murmur.

- Your Honor,
I would like to call

to the stand an expert witness,

Andres Mickleberry!

[upbeat rock music]

Mickleberry, are you familiar

with Maurice Pasqual
extra volumizing

ultra full body shampoo?

- I am. My mom uses it.
It smells like home.

- Mickleberry,
will you smell Ike's hair

and tell me
what it smells like?

- I don't think we need
to do that, Your Honor.

- I'll allow it.
- Mm.

- [sniffs deeply]

Ah, Dios mío.

Maurice Pasqual.
I'd bet my life on it.

- Objection!
Uh, speculation.

- He is an expert witness.
Overruled.

- [chuckles]
He is an expert.

- Yeah.
- Good call, Your Honor.

He had his nose in that thing

like it was another dog's ass.
- [laughs]

- Yes, I think he could smell
what he was thinking.

[both laugh]

- And, Your Honor, I actually
saw Ike use the shampoo.

- What?
- Murmur, murmur.

both:
Murmur, murmur, murmur, murmur.

- We were showering
after a call

when Ike mentioned
his dry hair.

- Ugh, these fires make my hair
so thin and flat and dry!

Does that happen to you?
- Not really.

[bottle whistles]

- Thanks a lot, Obama.

♪ ♪

Oh, hello, you.
[laughs]

- Ike, don't!
That's Lucy's.

- Yeah, no shit it's Lucy's.

Chick shampoo fucking rules.

- You shouldn't steal
from other people.

- It's fine.
Don't worry about it.

I do this all the time.

"Ike, that's not yours.
That's Lucy's."

Shut up, bro! God.

- I think that stuff
is really expensive.

- By the way, if you say
anything about this,

I'm gonna waste you, bro.

Snap, crackle, pop!

- Murmur, murmur.
- Murmur, murmur, murmur.

- Ugh, how do we know
he didn't do it?

He probably used it.
Look at his wavy, curly hair.

Look at how wavy it is.
- I have naturally curly hair.

- Your Honor, we know
it wasn't Mickleberry.

- And how do we know that?

- Because Mickleberry
is allergic

to Maurice Pasqual shampoo!

- It's true.

I'm allergic
to the cleansing agent

in Maurice Pasqual,
cocamidopropyl betaine.

It irritates my skin.

Here's a note from my mother
stating such.

- Bailiff,
enter that into evidence.

- Entering to evidence,
Your Honor.

"My son is allergic
to the cleansing agent

"cocamidopropyl betaine
in Maurice Pasqual shampoo.

Maria Mickleberry."
Looks legit, Your Honor.

- It does look legit.

All right.
[slams gavel]

This court is ready to rule.
- Judge ruling.

- I hereby find Ike Crystal
guilty of the crime of theft.

- What?

- I sentence you to reimburse

Lucy McConky $189.99
using the Cashmo app.

- Wait, whoa, whoa,
that's a lot of money!

- Furthermore,
upon recess of this court,

I order you to wash
that shampoo

right out of your hair,
and I also ban you

from using
any volumizing shampoo

for one month.
- Yes.

- What?
I need to volumize.

I'm gonna look ridiculous.

[slams gavel]
- Next case.

[alarm blaring]
- Alarm, Engine 24.

Rescue 42,
respond to unknown odor.

- Okay, this court is adjourned
until the crew returns.

Thank you very much, everybody.
That was fun.

♪ ♪

[slamming gavel]

Hear ye, hear ye,

this kangaroo court
is back in session.

- Kangaroo court sucks.
- You suck.

- You suck.
- You suck.

- And the court
will now recognize

Captain Edward Penisi Jr.

[smooth guitar riff]
- ♪ Eddie ♪

- Your Honor...

we can all agree that treason
is a most heinous crime.

- Oh, very heinous.
Isn't that right, bailiff?

- Most heinous crime I know.

- And if we sit by

while acts of treason
are committed,

are we not ourselves traitors?
- We are traitors.

Isn't that right, bailiff?
- Dirty dogs.

- It is with this
weighing on my heart

that I accuse
Chief Terry McConky of treason.

- Murmur, murmur.
- Murmur, murmur, major murmur.

- What? How?

- I am accusing you

of being friends
with the enemy,

police captain Jerry Polonsky.

- Murmur, murmur.
- Oh, shit, murmur, murmur.

- Oh.
- Murmur, baby, murmur.

- That's ridiculous.
Me friends with Polonsky?

I can't wait to hear this one.

- If it pleases the court,

the prosecution
will now present its case.

- It pleases the court.
Isn't that right, bailiff?

- Oh, from the rootie
to the tootie.

- This'll be good.

[slams gavel]

- Oh, ye, oh, ye.
Court is in session.

The honorable bailiff
Granfield Smith

will now preside over the case

of the People
versus Terry McConky.

Counselor.

- Chief McConky,
you stand accused

of being friends
with Captain Jerry Polonsky.

- Oh, boy,
this is gonna be a classic.

- Oh, yeah.
- Okay, go ahead.

- Terry,
today I am going to prove

that the two of you have
a wealth of things in common,

and that that has lead you
to become secret close friends.

- [laughs]
Come on.

He's a redhead.
They smell like mothballs.

I mean, give me a break.

Why would I be friends
with that?

- Mm-hmm, indeed.

The other day,

when we greeted the cops
with insults

at the incarceritis imbroglio,

you not only greeted Polonsky
with a very friendly,

"Nice to see you,"
but you also sided with him

against the TFD, did you not?

- Murmur, murmur.
- Murmur, murmur, murmur.

- Okay, that's what
this is about?

Great. All right. Let's do it.

- Terry, would you state
for me the name

of your favorite
country and western

music recording artist please?

- Well, I think we all know
it's Leigh Weigh.

- And did you not attend
the Leigh Weigh concert

last month on the 29th?

- You freaking know I did.

They closed with
"Fresh Cut Grass

and a Piece O' Ass."

Nobody left.
- Your Honor, exhibit A.

- Oh, great,
you're a tech guy now?

- This photo was posted
to Jerry Polonsky's

Boi-oi-oing page the morning
after the Leigh Weigh concert.

- So what?
He's a Weigh Watcher.

Maybe I should be friends
with him.

- But hold on one second.

I think
you were there together.

[laughter]

- Oh, murmur, murmur.
- Murmur, murmur, murmur.

- It's a good one.
- Whoo!

- Yeah, I went straight
from work.

- Chief McConky,
do you recall that,

at our most recent
charity auction,

there were
two unclaimed tickets

to the Bonney Lake
Arts & Crafts Fair?

- Can't say that I do.
- Hm, that's very interesting,

considering that
those two tickets

were pinned
to the bulletin board

outside of your office
for some time

until they went missing.

- Objection, Your Honor.
Who gives a shit?

[laughter]

- Counselor, you better be
going someplace with this.

- Oh, I am, Your Honor. I am.

Your Honor, the Bonney Lake
Arts & Crafts Fair

was on Saturday the 2nd
of this month.

Now, the night of the 2nd,
Chief McConky was caught

running a red light camera
in the town of Bonney Lake.

- [gasps]
- Oh.

- Murmur, murmur.
- Okay, so what?

- And how do you know this,
Counselor?

- I know this
because Terry showed me

the red light ticket photo.

He thought it was funny.
- Big deal.

I think red light photo cameras
are funny.

- It's pretty funny.
- Yeah. See?

Everyone thinks they're funny.

- The thing we never discussed
was the identity

of this person
obscured in the photo

sitting next to Terry
in his car.

- It's probably Vicky.
- You don't recall?

- Probably Vicky.

- Lucy, what did Terry tell you
about that ticket?

- He bragged about
how he pulled some strings

to get out of it.
- Oh.

Pulled some strings, did he?
Well, well, well.

It must be very easy
to get out of a traffic ticket

when the passenger in your car
is a police captain.

both: Murmur, murmur, murmur.
- Murmur, murmur, murmur.

- Okay, this is stupid,
all right?

Now it's getting boring.
That was your best joke.

Let's move on now.

- Your Honor,
I demand a retrial.

I was blatantly framed
for that shampoo crime.

I didn't do it.
- And if you were framed

for the shampoo,
why is your hair so flat now?

- I--stop.
I--

[sighs]
Look, I request a short recess

so I can get
my case in order, please.

- Your case is over.
- But I'm innocent, I tell you!

I'm innocent! I was framed!

- Ike, I got the chief
on the ropes.

- What?
Whatever, "on the ropes."

[alarm blaring]
Fresh alarm, Engine 24...

- Okay, roll it out.

- We will resume
when we return.

- [laughs]
- Oh, man.

Did you see his face

when you brought up
the red light ticket?

- Hysterical.

Terry has five minutes
of fun in him,

and then he gets cranky.
- And defensive.

- Yeah, about me saying
he's friends with Polonsky.

Tell you what I'm gonna do.

When we get back in there,
I am gonna hit him

with some really stupid stuff
just to piss him off.

- Who is in this photo?
- Probably Vicky.

- It doesn't really
look like her.

I'ma text her.

"Were you with dad in the car

when he got
the red light ticket?"

- It's gotta be her.

Who else would Terry go
to an arts & crafts fair with?

- She said "What ticket?"

Guess it's not her.
[knock at door]

- Sorry, uh, you know I didn't
use the Maurice Pasqual, right?

- Yes, you did, Ike.
- No, I didn't, Lucy.

- You look like a scarecrow.
- Oh, come on.

Okay, maybe I used it once

because my Husky 3-in-1
men's body wash was out.

I used it one time,

but there's no way
I used that much.

That's impossible.

Somebody else
is using it, okay?

And it wasn't me, Lucy,

so stop looking
at me like that.

It wasn't--you know what?

I'm gonna find out who,
and you can bet your ass

I'm gonna find out,
and we're gonna solve it.

- Mickleberry caught you
red-handed!

- Well, Mickleberry is a liar!

- Guys, guys,
it's kangaroo court.

It's kangaroo court. Calm down.

- Cap, I'm calm,

but I got robbed in there!
This is bullshit!

- Cap, can you kick him out
of our private lunch.

- Did you guys go
to Blobby's without me?

- Yeah, we did.
- Awesome.

You know it's my favorite.
- [laughs]

[upbeat rock music]

- Blobby's sucks!

♪ ♪

[slamming gavel]
- Oh, ye!

Oh, ye, oh, ye, oh, ye!

We resume the case

of the People
versus Chief McConky.

- Okay, Eddie, are we gonna
keep going with this?

I thought we got all the laughs
out of it, hm?

- Oh, Your Honor, I would like

to call another witness
to the stand.

- Oh. Hey, sorry.
You guys having a meeting?

Well, what'd you want, Lucy?

- Your Honor, the people call
Viccolina Penisi-McConky.

[dramatic musical sting]

- Oh, no,
not kangaroo court again

- Mom, please,
just one quick question.

- Yeah, but last time,
Eddie accused Terry

of wearing Spanx, and then--

then he tricked me
into testifying.

I don't want to do that again.

- I don't wear Spanx.

- Okay, let's not
talk about it.

- It's super important.

- Five minutes, that's it.

- Mrs. Penisi-McConky,

thank you for taking time
out of your busy schedule

to accommodate us.
- Let's get to it, Eddie.

- Mrs. Penisi-McConky,

do you remember Terry going
to the Leigh Weigh concert

last month?
- Of course.

He's still singing
that "ass in the grass" song.

- Honey, it's "Fresh Cut Grass
and a Piece O' Ass."

- Yeah, you know what I mean.

- I used to sing that song
to you when you rubbed my feet.

- We don't have
to tell everybody that.

- Do you remember with whom
Terry went to the concert?

- Ike.
- Yeah?

Oh, me Ike?

No, you're probably thinking
of a different guy named Ike.

- I actually said Mike.

Mike Penkenten
from the treasurer's office.

- No, you said Ike.

- I specifically said Mike.
Mike Penkenten.

- Murmur, murmur, murmur.
- No, not--not now.

- Wait, Terry,
did you lie to me?

- Are you kidding me?
Are you falling for this?

This is a joke.

- Vicky, is this you
in the car with Terry?

- No, this is a man, Eddie.
- Indeed. Indeed.

- Terry, who did you go
to the concert with?

- Mike Penkenten!
- Who is this in this picture?

- It's probably Mike Penkenten.

- Mike Penkenten
is not a white guy.

- Okay, joke's over.
Come on, all right?

Lookit--she's getting mad
at me now.

Are you happy?
- All right, Counselor.

Where are you going with this?

- Your Honor,
it is the prosecution's belief

that Terry McConky is
secretly attending events

with Jerry Polonsky.

They went to the Leigh Weigh
concert together.

They went to the Bonney Lake
Arts & Crafts Fair together,

and if you'd look at
these two photos side-by-side,

they reveal
that the mystery passenger

in Terry's car is none other
than his open-mouthed friend

Jerry Polonsky.

- Oh!
- Murmur, murmur.

- Murmur, murmur.

- Vicky, this is a joke, okay?

This is a joke, all right?

- Your Honor, the prosecution
brings to the stand

police captain
Gerald McRainey Polonsky.

- Yeah, right.

He's actually here.
[chuckles]

- The hell do you want, Penisi?

You said there was a crime
being committed here.

- There is--
the crime of treason,

and Terry McConky is guilty!

all: Murmur, murmur, murmur,
murmur, murmur, murmur, murmur.

- Yeah, we don't arrest people
for treason.

You need to call the feds.

[upbeat rock music]

- Jerry, would you consider
yourself to be friends

with Terry McConky?
- Us? Friends?

I'd sooner eat a rat,
crap that out,

eat that, crap that out,
feed that to another rat,

and then eat that rat.

- Objection, Your Honor!

Super gross
and mildly confusing.

- Sustained, Ike,
but this isn't your case.

You can't object.

- Well, now that
I've got your attention,

can I just tell you,
I'm innocent!

I paid Lucy a lot of money
for that shampoo.

A lot of money!
- And there it is.

[cash register chimes]
Thanks, Ike.

- Jerry, who did you go to
the Leigh Weigh concert with?

- Joe.
- I'm not falling for it.

- Joe Mama!
Ooh, ooh!

- Oh, Joe Mama.
That was awesome.

Like, Joe--Joe Mama.

It's like a knock-knock joke.
Forget it, man. Try to keep up.

- Were you in Terry's car

the night he got
the red light camera ticket?

- No, that was probably
your mom.

- Oh, zing.
He got her twice in a row.

- Yeah.
- Man, he's vicious.

- I'm sorry, Terry,
did you want to be friends?

Maybe our kids can date again
with the...

[singing, trilling]

- Okay.
- Hey.

- That's offensive.
- Her mother is here.

- Oh, my God.

Uncle Eddie,
you gotta see this.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- [gasps]

- All right, Cap,
can you wrap this up?

- Not just yet, Your Honor.

I call Terry McConky
back to the stand.

- Okay, Eddie, joke's over.
All right? Really.

- Terry,
did you recently purchase

a wicker basket?

[dramatic musical sting]

- I don't recall.
- Honey, yes, you did.

It's in the bathroom.

It's holding
your boat magazines.

- Oh, thanks, honey.

- Everyone,
this is Lucy's Cashmo app.

Note the top payment,
Ike Crystal to Lucy McConky.

Terry, are you aware
that Cashmo allows you

to view
your friends' transactions

as well as your own?
- How?

- That's just
the way Cashmo works.

- Everybody knows that.
- Why would they do that?

- Social media.
- It's not social media.

It's banking transactions.

- Terry, did you reimburse
Jerry for a wicker basket?

♪ ♪

Did you or did you not
reimburse Jerry Polonsky

for a wicker basket
that you purchased

at the Bonney Lake
Arts & Crafts Fair?

- Objection!
Your Honor, objection.

- Overruled.
I want to hear this.

- If it pleases the court...

♪ ♪

Everybody,
notice the bottom payment

from one month ago.

♪ ♪

[all gasp]

- Chief.

- Dad, was Polonsky
in the car with you?

- Terry, is that who you went
to the concert with?

- Terry, are you friends
with Polonsky?

- That's ridiculous!

- No, I'm not friends
with Polonsky.

- You are under oath.
- No, I'm not under oath.

This is kangaroo court.
- Tell us the truth.

- You want the truth?
- Yeah, I want the truth.

- You want the truth?
- Yeah, I want the truth!

- I can't handle the truth.
- Yes.

Yes, I went
to the arts & crafts fair

with Polonsky!

We called it our crafternoon,
and we got baskets,

and we got dreamcatchers,
and we watched glassblowing,

and we had funnel cake,
and you know what?

We had a great time
because we're friends!

- We are friends.
- There, I said it.

And I feel free now!
How's that?

- How long
has this been going on?

- I ran into him
at the Bert Kreisher concert

in February.

We chatted. We laughed.
We hit it off.

He's hysterical.
- He's hysterical.

- Oh, and you know what?

I went to the Leigh Weigh
concert with him too,

but you'd know that
if you'd just looked

at your picture more closely.

My reflection
is in the sunglasses!

♪ ♪

I had the time of my life.

- Why have you been
keeping this from us?

- He's a cop!
It's like "Romeo and Juliet."

- With a dude every weekend?
- It's so weird.

- Besides, you're not
supposed to make friends

over 40 with random new people.
- Watching Netflix by myself.

- Why is it any different?
- Nobody accepts it!

- This is crazy!
- You think I'm weird?

- There's a tradition
of the fire department

hating the police.
- You guys have been

coming at me forever!

- Order!
Order in the courtroom!

- And I don't wear Spanx!
- Order! Order!

- [sniffing]

- Mom?
- [sniffs]

Eddie, have you been using

Maurice Pasqual
extra volumizing

ultra full body shampoo?

- What?
- Lucy uses it.

- You were using it?
- No, it's not Maurice Pasqual.

It's not Maurice Pasqual.
It's not Maurice Pasqual.

- [sniffs]
I smell it

all over the place here.
Wow, you guys.

[sniffing]
It's there. It's there.

We got it--
- What are you, a bloodhound?

- [sniffing]

Mickleberry, you too?

Terry, what are you
paying these guys?

- What?

You said
you were allergic, bro!

- Okay, so what?
It makes my curls look awesome.

- You owe me $189.
You both owe me $189.99.

[laughs]
Oh, baby, yes!

- Wait, what--ow.
- [sniffs]

I cannot believe this!
This is rampant collusion!

- He's the ringleader.
He always has been.

- Mickleberry did it!
[slamming gavel]

- Order in my courtroom!

Looks like I got a lot
of sentences to hand down.

- And some to retract.

- And I'm the only one
who's not a shampoo thief.

Cap, you should be ashamed
of yourself.

- Eh, I'm not sorry.
My hair's sweet.

- I hope you go bald.

- Chief Terry McConky,
this court finds you guilty

of secretly being friends
with Captain Jerry Polonsky.

We're gonna take a short recess
to figure out your punishment.

[slams gavel]

- Ooh, embroidered mushrooms.
Look at that.

- Hey.
- Huh?

- You're a fun guy.
- [laughs]

That's a good one.
- Thank you.

- Oh, man.
Ooh, candles.

Look at this.
[laughs]

- I love fragrances.

- Ah.
[sniffs]

Mm.
- Hit me.

[sniffs]
Sand and fog.

I'd bet anything.
- Oh!

Huh?
Nailed it.

- Hey, guys, wait up.
Check it out.

Dreamcatchers,
tons of 'em back there.

- Sweet.

- Also,
there's a booth back there

with homemade sleep masks
with animal faces on 'em.

I'm talking, like, owl eyes,
racoon eyes, and whatnot.

- Shut up.
- I've gotta get one of those.

- Me too!
[laughter]

- I gotta tell you
something, Eddie.

When Granny handed down
that sentence

and said that you couldn't
use hair product

and that we should spend
the day together

at the arts & crafts fair,
I thought it was a punishment,

but your hair looks great,
and this has been a lot of fun.

- It really has.

I have to be honest.

I didn't think I could hang out
with a cop,

specifically this cop.

- You.
- But this has been terrific.

- Really terrific.
[chuckles]

Hey, homemade bookmarks.

- What?
- You guys read?

- Of course.
- Okay, okay, hold on.

I'll get some.
- I'll catch up with you.

- Hey, anyway,
I wanted to thank you

for being so cool about
Terry and I being friends,

and who knows, maybe one day,
the three of us,

maybe we'll be a trio.
[chuckles]

- Not on your life.

I'm gonna bide my time
like a lion in tall grass,

and then poof,
I'm gonna eat you,

bones and all,
and you're gonna be gone,

and no one will ever miss you.

Hey, Terry, wait up!
I love bookmarks!

- That's not a very nice thing
to say to somebody.

- Here, let's come back here.
Let's come--

there's something
I want to show you down here.

- Yeah.
- The dreamcatchers.

- Oh, where are
the dreamcatchers?

- They're right back here.
- Oh, great, okay.

Should we get Jerry or--

- Nah, nah, nah. He'll be fine.