Clemmons had just finished putting out another fire when his phone rang. 

Worst part was, it was loud.

Everyone looked at him, and he blushed.

" Oops.... that's supposed to be on silent." He looked at the ID. It was Allen.

On the emergency number. 

The FAMILY emergency number.

Which meant one thing- Mia was up to something.

He answered it. " Hey, Allen?"

Allen's voice came through. " Finally. Where were you?"

" Long story!" Clemmons replied.

" Well, say it."

Clemmons sighed. " The bank was on fire."

" How?!"

" I'll explain later!"

" Later?! You just said later!"

A sigh, and ten taps came.

" Oh, hey, Buster." Clemmons said, beckoning for his mom.

Another ten taps.

" It's about Mia?" Clemmons asked, signaling his already confused mother.

" Yes!" Allen said. " Don't you remember? Today is Mia's debate with Sargent Grizzled!"

"..... You can't sleep on the job! Rule 450-4df-23d states, ' no sleeping on the job!'"

Clemmons looked at his phone in disbelief. "Wait, today is Mia's debate with Sargent Grizzled? Oh no, I completely forgot!"

Allen's voice came through the speaker, clearly frustrated. "Exactly! She's already causing chaos!"

Clemmons quickly nodded to his mom, who was still trying to process the whole situation. "Alright, I'll head over there. But first, let me finish up here."

He hung up and hurriedly wrapped things up, extinguishing the last of the smoldering embers. As he sprinted towards his vehicle, he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "I really need to keep better track of Mia's schedule."

Buster, who had been tapping on the communicator throughout the conversation, gave Clemmons an exasperated look and signed, I told you she would be trouble.

Clemmons gave him a sheepish grin. "Yeah, you were right. But it's too late for regrets. We need to get to that debate before Mia does anything... drastic."

He jumped into his vehicle and sped off, the sirens blaring. As he drove, he glanced at the phone, seeing another missed call from Allen.

When Clemmons finally arrived at the debate venue, he saw the crowd gathered outside, murmuring in confusion. Mia was standing at the podium, wearing a large pair of glasses and holding a stack of papers as if she were about to deliver the most important speech of her life.

Sargent Grizzled, a burly man with a serious expression, stood at the other end of the stage, looking mildly amused.

Clemmons rushed over and whispered to Allen, "What's happening?"

Allen, looking frazzled, replied, "Mia's taking the debate way too seriously. She's handing out 'Rules for Proper Debate Etiquette' to everyone and threatening to arrest anyone who disagrees with her."

Clemmons groaned. "Great. This should be fun."

" ...... I'm the older one. I'm always grumpy!" Sam said, crossing his arms.

Mia, though, was on fire. " Everyday, you claim you'll be retiring. Why don't you do it at a time when there's no crime in the sky?"

" Let me guess, there's a rule for that?"

" In the Captain's unofficial book, yes."

As Duke and Freya joined the scene, they took in the chaotic spectacle unfolding before them. Freya looked at Duke with a mixture of amusement and concern. "What on earth is going on here?"

Duke shrugged, clearly bewildered. "I think Mia's turned this debate into her own personal courtroom drama."

The Captain, trying to maintain some semblance of order, spoke up. "Your daughter is, uh, very... energetic. She has a gun and a dagger with her, and she's enforcing rules from what appears to be a highly unofficial book."

Allen, clearly overwhelmed, fainted and collapsed onto the ground, knocking over a stack of papers. Clemmons followed suit, fainting dramatically as well. Buster, who had been watching this unfold, slapped his forehead with an exasperated sigh.

Freya rushed over to Duke and shook him. "Is this for real? What are we going to do?"

Duke, still trying to get a grip on the situation, looked at the Captain. "Captain, is there anything we can do to calm Mia down?"

The Captain scratched his head, looking at the scene with a mix of confusion and mild panic. "I'm not sure. Maybe if we can get her to see reason..."

"Rule 123-45-x," Mia announced with dramatic flair, "states that all participants must respect the rules and not challenge the authority of the debate organizer!"

Sargent Grizzled, now clearly amused, tried to stifle a laugh. "And what if someone does?"

Mia's eyes narrowed. "Then they must face the consequences as outlined in Rule 678-9df-88, which includes 10 years of jail, writing an apology, and being lab rats!"

The Captain raised an eyebrow at Mia's dramatic proclamation. "10 years of jail, writing an apology, and being lab rats? That seems a bit extreme."

Sargent Grizzled, trying to keep a straight face, managed to choke out, "And what if someone just wants to... maybe, avoid the whole lab rat situation?"

Mia's eyes gleamed with authority. "Well, those are the consequences laid out in Rule 678-9df-88. Fair and square!"

Just then, Buster, having managed to revive Clemmons and Allen, shuffled over and tapped them on the shoulder. He signed urgently, *Let's get this under control before it gets any worse.*

Clemmons, who was slowly regaining his composure, glanced at Buster and then back at Mia. "Mia, what about enforcing Rule 56-766-fgt? It might be a good way to, um, ease the situation."

Mia tilted her head thoughtfully. "Rule 56-766-fgt? That's a tricky one. Are you sure?"

Duke and Freya, who had been listening intently, nodded vigorously. "Yes, Mia! Let's go with that rule!"

Mia's face lit up with determination. "Okay, if you insist!"

Without missing a beat, she whipped out her handcuffs and started arresting Duke and Freya, who were caught off guard. Duke's protests and Freya's attempts to reason with Mia only made her more resolute.

"Mia, come on, this isn't necessary!" Freya pleaded.

Mia, with a mischievous grin, replied, "Rule 56-766-fgt states that if anyone questions the authority of the debate organizer, they must be detained for their own safety."

As if on cue, Mia proceeded to hang Duke and Freya from a makeshift setup using a sturdy beam and some rope she had brought along for emergencies. They dangled there, looking both bewildered and slightly amused.

Sargent Grizzled, who had been observing the whole scene with a bemused expression, finally broke into laughter. "Well, I have to admit, this is quite the spectacle!"

Clemmons, who was now helping Allen to his feet, looked at the situation with a mix of exasperation and relief. "I can't believe we're doing this. Mia, could we maybe not hang the family members next time?"

Mia shrugged. " They asked for it. That rule also says I have to leave them there for ten hours."

Clemmons raised an eyebrow at Mia. "Alright, Mia, if you're going to enforce rules, how about Rule 56-4ff-567? It might be a bit less... intense."

Mia's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Rule 56-4ff-567? Let me check that."

She flipped through her thick book of rules, her face growing more determined with each page. "Ah, here it is. Rule 56-4ff-567 states that any time a rule is challenged, the debater must... be drenched with a hose!"

Duke and Freya exchanged nervous glances, while Allen sighed deeply. "Of course, Mia. Just remember, next time, try not to blabber random rules in the middle of a debate."

Mia, oblivious to Allen's frustration, grabbed a nearby hose and turned it on with a dramatic flourish. The spray of water hit Duke and Freya with an unexpected force, drenching them thoroughly.

Sargent Grizzled, still trying to contain his laughter, remarked, "Well, that's one way to enforce a rule. I guess you're really dedicated to your job, Mia."

Freya, now dripping wet, looked at Mia with a mix of exasperation and amusement. "Mia, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but maybe let's save the extreme measures for special occasions?"

Mia, still holding the hose with a proud stance, nodded. "Okay, I'll keep that in mind. But, hey, at least you're all still alive and not stuck in a ten-hour suspension this time!"

Allen, shivering slightly, added, "Next time, let's just stick to more conventional methods. And maybe no more random rule enforcement, alright?"

Mia, finally turning off the hose, gave a sheepish smile. "Alright, I promise. But you all have to admit, it was quite a memorable debate!"

As everyone began to dry off and regain their composure, Sargent Grizzled clapped Mia on the back. "Well, Mia, you've certainly made an impression. Let's just say that next time, we'll try to keep things a little more... traditional."

Clemmons, still helping Allen to his feet, muttered, "And maybe keep the rules book out of the equation for a while."

Mia, with a final flourish, put her rules book away and gave everyone an apologetic grin. "Thanks for being such good sports, everyone. I promise to be a bit less... extreme next time."