"Someone's at the door!" Bobby's mom shouts. 

"Okay!" Bobby replies, heading out of his room and towards the front door.

Opening it, he is greeted by a police officer, causing his eyes to widen in shock.

"Hello, sir," the man says, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Um, hi, officer, how can I help you?" He says, looking in the direction of his room.

"I'm looking for two men, named Bobby Joan and Andy Star. I was told that they were here by a kid."

Stupid kid, Bobby thinks to himself, frowning. 

"Well, that kid was wrong. I don't think those two are here," he answers, lying.

"Nice try." 

Upon hearing those words exit his mouth, Bobby pushes the officer off the stairs, causing him to scream as his head hits the ground. 

"Andy! Get over here!" Bobby shouts, proceeding to run out of the house, stepping on the man's crotch in the process. 

Andy follows quickly behind, successfully avoiding the man that lies on the ground, as he follows Bobby towards the bar that sits directly in front of the house they exited. 

Bobby slams into the door, knocking it down in the process, with him falling down to join it on the floor. Andy attempts to slow down so he doesn't do what the door and Bobby did, but fails, landing directly on top of his friend. 

The police officer regains the ability to walk, limping over towards the human stack Bobby and Andy created. 

Andy quickly gets up, Bobby doing the same, as the entire bar stares in shock at what happened. 

One man shouts, "Criminal!" And the rest of the bar follows his lead, as if they were back at Andy's dog run.

The two make a U-turn back towards the door, crashing into the officer that ran into them, clearly not expecting the sudden change in direction. 

The three fall back onto the ground, quickly getting up afterwards, and running out of the building. The police officer stays put on the ground, clearly giving up on the chase.

Everyone in the bar stares down at him, interest on most of their faces. One woman glares at him, the officer looking away from her.

"What's it like bein' a pol-ice?" One woman asks him.

"Uh… it's fine," he responds in a confused way.

"I've never seen one before, can I feel your outfit?" Someone else asks.

"Your teeth are so white, can I touch them?"