As Freya drove her fire chief car with Buster and Clemmons in tow, they arrived at the police office where a strange atmosphere greeted them. Officers hurried about looking harried, some visibly shaken. Chief Wheeler himself appeared flustered when he saw them enter.

"Freya, Buster, Clemmons," Chief Wheeler greeted, his voice strained. "Allen's in there handling business."

Buster raised an eyebrow, a silent query on his face as to what exactly had transpired. Clemmons looked around at the frazzled officers, wondering what could have caused such a stir.

Freya exchanged a concerned glance with Duke, who had joined them. "Since when has he been here?" she asked, trying to gauge the seriousness of the situation.

"Since last night," Chief Wheeler replied tersely. "He's been in the thick of it, sorting through who knows what."

Buster gestured inquiringly, silently asking if Allen was okay. Chief Wheeler nodded, though his expression revealed he was uncertain about more than just Allen's well-being.

"He's... well, he's focused," Chief Wheeler finally managed to say, his skater slang momentarily failing him in the face of the unusual events.

Freya sighed, realizing Allen must have been deeply engrossed in whatever investigation he was conducting. "Can we see him?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

Chief Wheeler hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah, but just give him a moment. He's in deep."

As they waited, the officers continued their uneasy hustle, and Clemmons glanced at Buster, shaking his head in disbelief. It seemed Allen had once again plunged headfirst into something that had the entire police department on edge.

" You can come in now." The chief said.

As they entered the police office, they were greeted with an unexpected sight. Allen was sitting at a large desk, surrounded by serious-looking bodyguards in dark suits, who seemed to be taking his every word very seriously. Allen himself had adopted an air of authority, pointing at a map spread out in front of him and dictating orders to a bewildered officer.

Freya, Clemmons, and Buster stood at the doorway, staring in disbelief at the scene unfolding before them. The officers and even Chief Wheeler looked intimidated and unsure of how to react to Allen's sudden display of command.

Freya, trying to make sense of it all, stepped forward. "Allen, what on earth is going on?"

Allen barely glanced up from the map. "Mom, I'm in a meeting. Can't you see?"

Clemmons, always dramatic, let out a loud gasp and promptly fainted, collapsing into Buster's arms. Buster, unable to speak, looked at Allen with wide eyes, clearly overwhelmed by the bizarre turn of events.

Freya turned to Chief Wheeler with a puzzled expression. "Chief, what's happening here?"

Chief Wheeler scratched his head, clearly perplexed. "Well, ma'am, your son seems to have taken charge. He's got everyone on edge with his... um, direct approach."

Freya sighed, trying to maintain her composure. "Allen, where is Mia?"

Allen pointed to a spot on the map. "Right here, in your head."

Freya blinked in confusion. "My head?"

Allen nodded sagely. "Yep, that's where you keep all the important stuff, right?"

Freya exchanged glances with Buster and Clemmons, who was still unconscious in Buster's arms. "Oh dear," she muttered under her breath, wondering how things had gotten so absurdly out of hand.

Chief Wheeler cleared his throat awkwardly. "Um, ma'am, perhaps we should let Allen... handle things?"

Freya sighed again, resigning herself to the situation. "Yes, I suppose so. Let's see where this goes."

" So, how'd it go?" Duke asked as his family walked out.

Duke's question hung in the air as Freya exchanged a glance with Buster, who was still supporting Clemmons, who was slowly coming to his senses. Freya shook her head, a mixture of bemusement and concern evident on her face.

"It was... something," Freya finally replied, her tone tinged with exasperation. "Allen has taken over the police office like he's running a military operation or something."

Duke raised an eyebrow, clearly trying to grasp the situation. "What? Allen? Running the police office?"

Freya nodded grimly. "Yes, he's got bodyguards, he's pointing at maps, scheduling meetings... I don't even know anymore."

Duke glanced over at Clemmons, who was starting to regain his composure. "Is he really serious?"

Buster, still mute but clearly agitated, gestured wildly to convey how surreal the scene had been. Freya sighed, rubbing her temples.

"He's dead serious. And poor Clemmons and Buster... well, you saw how they reacted."

Duke scratched his head, struggling to process the information. "Well, at least he's... proactive?"

Freya shot him a look that clearly said 'are you serious?' before she turned back to Buster and Clemmons. "Let's get these two home. They've had enough excitement for one day."

As they left the police office, Duke couldn't help but shake his head in disbelief. "Allen running the show... what's next?"

Freya sighed again, realizing they were in for a lot more surprises with Allen at the helm. "I honestly have no idea, Duke. No idea."

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Buster had been trying to get their attention for a while now, but every time he attempted to communicate about Mia, Duke and Freya misinterpreted his gestures as needing baby care. With a bib around his neck and a tiny hat perched awkwardly on his head, Buster looked at Clemmons with exasperation as he sat grumpily drinking milk from a baby bottle.

Clemmons burst into laughter when he saw Buster in his comical getup. The sight was too much for him, and he couldn't contain his amusement, which only annoyed Buster even more. Buster shot him a dirty look, clearly frustrated by the misunderstanding.

"M-mom, Dad," Clemmons managed to say through his laughter, "Let me take Baby Buster out for a walk in the stroller!"

Buster let out a long sigh, feeling utterly misunderstood. He rolled his eyes as he was grabbed by Clemmons and hauled into a stroller. 

But as soon as Clemmons rolled him out of the house, he said, " You're driving."

They hurriedly made their way to the fire truck parked outside, where Buster immediately took the driver's seat with Clemmons assisting him.

"Alright, Buster, let's head to the forest," Clemmons said, pointing in the direction they needed to go.

Buster nodded confidently and started the engine, maneuvering the fire truck expertly out of the driveway. Just as they were about to turn onto the main road, they spotted Allen walking down the street, deep in thought.

"Clemmons, look! It's Allen!" Buster gestured excitedly.

Clemmons waved frantically to get Allen's attention. "Allen! Get in! We're going to find Mia!"

Allen looked up in surprise and then broke into a grin when he saw them. He quickly jogged over and climbed into the fire truck, settling in beside Clemmons.

"Good to see you guys," Allen said with relief, his earlier tension visibly easing. "Thanks for coming to get me."

Buster gave a thumbs-up and nodded, indicating they were all in this together. With everyone on board, they sped off towards the forest, determined to uncover any clues that might lead them to Mia.