Police Captain Sanders spit out a mouthful of coffee when he swallowed his chewing gum. It was that kind of day. Maybe it was a Full Moon.
Sergeant Tuttle stuck his head in the Captain’s office. Sanders looked up and barked, “What? And keep it brief.”
Tuttle growled “You ain’t going to believe this. There’s a large group of people who broke into a fruit warehouse and set up a slide. We need a full squad to go. Can we call in the off-duty personnel?”
Sanders looked up at the ceiling. “What did I do to deserve this?”
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