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“Stop already,” pleaded Tyler.
“Yeah. Stop that already,” said Officer Cole, not liking what he was seeing .
“How many times have I…”
BEEEEEEEP!…
Again the Mayor beeped, the crowd parted and the Rascal rolled forward.
Instantly Cap changed his tune. “Oh, Mr Mayor, I didn’t see you there. How are you? Umm… How’s the gout?”
“Never mind that. Is your boy causing trouble again?”
“No, no, of course not.” As Cap said this he slipped his arm around Tyler, who was still rubbing his head, and pulled him in close for a fatherly hug. “He wouldn’t do anything like that.”
“No, of course not,” drawled the Mayor.
“Hey, are you hungry?” asked Cap, changing the subject. He was no dummy.
“Hungry?”
“Yeah. How about a snack? Let’s go up there to my stand and let me give you a little pre-contest sampling of what we got.”
There was no way the Mayor could possibly be hungry. If the shirt he had on was fresh this morning, and there was a fifty/fifty shot that it was, the sheer quantity of grease stains on the front showed that he’d already consumed every tasty treat within a ten mile radius. Any normal person would have been one wafer thin mint away from exploding.
“Well, I suppose I do have room for a little nibble.”
“Great, great, right this way.”
Once the Mayor had rolled away, Officer Cole spoke up. “Now this is it. I’m tired of all this nonsense. Next time I’m hauling you all in.”
“But they started it!” complained Tyler.
“I don’t care who started it. One more time and it’s the lockup for the lot of you. Now,” he said turning to Marco, Romeo and Benny, “you three move along.”
Romeo gathered up his buddies. “Sure thing officer. Sorry. It won’t happen again.”
Of course, that Marco couldn’t just leave. Couldn’t just leave well enough alone. He turned back to taunt Tyler. “Hear that?” he said. “You’re going to jail.”
“Shut up,” snarled Tyler.
“Sure, okay,” Marco said, smiling. “By the way, you’ve still got something on your face.”
“And you two,” Officer Cole said to Tyler and Gary Green Shirt. “You go on and get wherever you need to be.” He waited a moment to make sure his words sank in, then he disappeared back into the crowd.
“Do I have something on my face?”
“Yeah.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Tyler wiped his cheeks, one side to the other, back and forth, and then offered it to his friend for inspection. “Did I get it?”
“Yeah.”
Tyler clenched his fists and snorted. “I don’t like those guys,” he said.
“Yeah.”
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