Mia stepped out of her house one early morning, wearing her dad's police badge, a blue dress, and black pants. Her hair was tied in a ponytail.

" Time for work!" She cried, running to her car ( it's a long story) and stepping on the pedal. She drove smoothly to the parade, where her father greeted her.

" Good morning, sunshine. What brings you here?" He asked.

Mia smiled. " Captain called me."

" And that is true," Captain Brennant said, walking over. " In a minute and twenty seconds, your shift will begin."

" How much time left?" Mia asked.

Captain Brennant checked his watch. " Fifty nine seconds."

So Mia had to patiently wait for 59 seconds until her shift started.

" Okay, you're up." Duke said as the alarm went off.

" Yes!" Mia cheered, grabbing her whistle and handcuffs and stepped in the road.

" Okay, City. Get ready for Mia Detain!" She said.

The first few minutes went by quickly. No traffic, no nothing.

Then, the fire truck came. Her mom was driving it. And the lights were on.

" Hi, Mia!" Freya said, sticking her head out. " We have an emergency, so can we go through?"

Mia walked to the truck stiffly. " Mrs. McCloud, I hate to break it to you, but rule 8-56-45d says, ' Fire vehicles are not to come in the middle of a parade."

" Mrs. McCloud? But I'm your mother." Freya said, confused.

Clemmons, though, sighed.

" Mom, she's in full police mode." He said.

" That is correct, Mr. Clemmons."

" But there's no one in the street!" Freya cried.

Mia shook her head. " You will need to take.... Which route was it again?" She opened her fat officer book and read through.

" Ah, yes. You will need to take route 56."

Duke, who had just noticed, came to Mia.

" Uh, dear, how about we let your mom pass by?" He asked.

Mia shook her head. " Ever read page 10, paragraph G of the Captain's new edition of police work?"

Duke turned to the captain and gave him a cross look. " And this is why you don't make new editions for my loving daughter. She takes them to heart."

" Let me try." Clemmons said, stepping out of the truck.

" Mia, this is an emergency! There's a fire somewhere, and-"

" Mr. Clemmons, with all due respect, we've gone over this at home. When there's a parade, the emergency vehicles have to go from the other route."

Clemmons sighed, recognizing the determination in his sister's eyes. "Mia, you know I support your dedication, but this is serious."

Mia straightened up even more, if that was possible. "Rules are rules, Mr. Clemmons."

Duke intervened again. "Mia, I understand you're doing your job, but let's find a compromise. How about I escort the fire truck to make sure they follow the rules properly?"

Mia considered this for a moment, her serious expression unwavering. " Sorry, but no can do."

Then, Buster came out, and signed to Mia, " Mia this is an emergency."

Mia looked at him very cross. " Sorry, Mr. Buster."

Then, Mia said, " but Allen could airlift you there." 

Freya's eyes lit up with hope. "That could work! Allen, can you manage that?"

Allen, who had been quietly observing, nodded. "Absolutely. I'll get the helicopter ready."

Mia's stern demeanor softened slightly. "Good. Just make sure you stick to the regulations."

As the helicopter lifted off, Mia turned back to the fire truck, her serious expression returning. "I still need to give this fire truck a ticket," she announced, pulling out her citation pad.

Duke's eyes widened in horror. "No, no, no! Mia, you can't give your mom's fire truck a ticket!"

Captain Brennant looked on, bemused, as Duke tried to reason with his daughter. "See, Captain? This is what I mean."

"But Dad, the easy way is rarely the best way!" Mia retorted firmly, writing out the ticket.

Duke sighed deeply, rubbing his temples. "Not that again, Mia. You can't ticket a fire truck in an emergency."

Mia shook her head, resolute. "I also need to tow this away."

Duke slapped his forehead in exasperation. "Mia, no!"

But Mia was already getting her tow truck ready. She hitched it to the fire truck and began towing it away, much to Duke's frustration.

Realizing the situation was getting out of hand, Duke pulled out his phone and called Freya."Freya, we've got a problem," he said as soon as she answered. "Mia just ticketed and towed your fire truck."

Freya couldn't help but chuckle despite the situation. "Oh dear. Mia really is following the rules to the letter."

"Yeah, well, it's causing a bit of chaos here," Duke replied, watching as Mia carefully maneuvered the tow truck with the fire truck in tow. "What should we do?"

Freya sighed. "Let her finish her task. We'll sort it out when we get back. For now, focus on the emergency."

Duke nodded, though he couldn't hide his worry. "Alright. Be safe, Freya."

"You too, Duke. And try to keep Mia from ticketing anything else," Freya said with a hint of amusement before hanging up.

Duke put his phone away and turned back to Captain Brennant. "Looks like we'll have to roll with it for now. She's got her heart set on doing things by the book."

The captain smiled. "She's got determination, that's for sure. She'll make a fine officer someday."

Duke sighed, watching as Mia finished towing the fire truck away. "Yeah, but we might need to ease her into the nuances of discretion."

Mia returned, dusting off her hands. "All done! What's next on the agenda?"

Duke gave her a weary smile. "Let's just focus on keeping the parade running smoothly, alright?"

But five minutes later, another vehicle came. This time, it was a police car with its sirens blaring. The officer inside looked confused as he saw the parade blocking the way.

Before he could say anything, Mia stepped up confidently. "You need to take Route 34!" she directed, pointing to a detour sign.

The officer leaned out of his window, bewildered. "But we have an emergency call. We need to get through quickly!"

Mia stood firm, shaking her head. "Rule 8-56-45d, Officer. Emergency vehicles must follow the designated detour during parades."

Duke, seeing the situation escalating, rushed over. "Mia, maybe we can make an exception this time."

Mia crossed her arms, unwavering. "We can't make exceptions, Dad. That's why we have rules."

The officer in the police car looked at Duke. "Sir, we really need to get through. It's urgent."

Captain Brennant stepped in, trying to mediate. "Mia, how about he takes a helecopter? Would that work?"

Mia sighed. " Sure."

Duke gave her an approving nod. "Thank you, Mia."

The officer, relieved, ran to a nearby helicopter and turned it on, giving a quick wave of thanks as he soared through the sky. 

But just as the helicopter was out of view, Mia pulled out her ticket book and swiftly wrote a citation, sticking it on the back of the vehicle.

Duke sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Mia, no, not again."

Mia stood firm. "Rule 8-56-45d, Dad. No exceptions."

Duke turned to Captain Brennant, exasperation clear in his voice. "Captain, please. No more books for her."

Captain Brennant looked sheepish. "Noted, Lieutenant. We'll, uh, hold off on any new editions for now."

Freya, having been towed back, approached the scene, shaking her head with a mix of amusement and frustration. "You really did it, didn't you, Mia?"

Mia nodded confidently. "The rules are there for a reason, Mom."

Freya sighed, giving Duke a sympathetic look. "We'll work on this, Duke. One step at a time."

Duke nodded, patting Mia on the shoulder. "Alright, Mia. Let's just focus on the parade now, okay? No more tickets."

Mia reluctantly put away her ticket book. "Okay, Dad. But only because you asked."

As they resumed their duties, Duke muttered under his breath, "This is going to be a long day."

But though she tried, the situation escalated into chaos. She towed not just ten cars, but even Duke's own vehicle, much to his dismay.

"Duke, your car is being towed!" Freya exclaimed in disbelief.

Duke rubbed his temples, trying to maintain his composure. "Freya, what are we going to do? Mia's out of control!"

Freya sighed, watching Clemmons attempt to reason with Mia, only to end up being mistakenly arrested himself by another officer passing by. "I don't know, Duke. This day just keeps getting crazier."

Meanwhile, Clemmons, in handcuffs, tried to explain to the bewildered officer, "No, no, I'm her brother! This is a big mistake!"

The officer scratched his head, looking at Mia, who was now directing traffic with exaggerated authority. "Sorry, buddy. Looks like you're coming with me."

Freya shook her head, feeling a mix of amusement and frustration. "Only Mia could turn a parade into a traffic enforcement operation."

Duke chuckled despite himself. "At least she's committed to upholding the law, even if it means towing her own family's cars."

As they watched Mia continue her crusade, Freya sighed again. "We'll figure something out, Duke. Maybe we should consider hiding the ticket book for a while."

Duke nodded in agreement. "Good idea. Let's hope Mia's enthusiasm for law enforcement finds a better outlet next time."

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The next day, Mia's zeal for law enforcement continued unabated. She took to the streets again, determined to uphold justice, but her methods were as unconventional as ever. As she patrolled, she came across a group of officers who were engaged in what seemed like a heated argument. Without hesitation, Mia whipped out her handcuffs and started to restrain them one by one.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" one of the officers protested as Mia clicked the cuffs on.

"You're all under arrest!" Mia declared, her voice firm and decisive.

Duke, who happened to arrive on the scene shortly after, couldn't believe his eyes. Among the officers she had handcuffed was none other than Captain Brennant himself, looking both baffled and amused.

"Mia, what on earth is going on here?" Duke exclaimed, trying to make sense of the situation.

Mia turned to Duke, holding up her handcuffs proudly. "Dad, I caught them in a heated debate. It was disrupting the peace!"

Duke sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Mia, these are your fellow officers. You can't just handcuff them whenever they argue."

"But Dad, rule 7-89-321 says no arguing on duty!" Mia argued back, waving her handbook.

Captain Brennant, still handcuffed, chuckled. "She's got you there, Duke."

Duke sighed, turning to Mia, but she was gone.

Because she happened upon a row of parked cars violating some obscure parking regulation. Determined to uphold the law, Mia swiftly called in her tow truck and began hooking up car after car, oblivious to whose vehicles they were.

Among the fifteen cars she towed away was her mother Freya's, who had parked momentarily to pick up groceries. When Freya returned to where her car was supposed to be, all she found was an empty spot and a stunned crowd of onlookers.

"Duke," Freya called out, her voice tinged with disbelief and a hint of exasperation. "Have you seen where Mia took my car?"

Duke, who had just arrived at the scene, glanced around and noticed the tow truck driving off in the distance with a long line of cars in tow, including Freya's.

"Oh no," Duke muttered, recognizing the familiar green sedan among the towed vehicles. "Not again."

"Mia!" Freya shouted, scanning the area for any sign of her daughter. "What are we going to do now?"

Duke sighed heavily, rubbing his temples. "I'll call Chief Wheeler. Maybe he can help sort this out."

But the Chief was in for a surprise of his own. Amidst the commotion of Mia ticketing cars and maintaining order, the chief had inadvertently parked his skateboard in a no-parking zone, drawing her attention like a magnet.

"Mia, wait!" Duke called out, rushing over to Chief Wheeler, who was now adorned with a bright yellow parking ticket firmly stuck to his forehead.

"I'm sorry, Chief," Duke apologized, attempting to peel the ticket off without much success. "She's still learning the ropes."

Chief Wheeler chuckled awkwardly, his face a mix of surprise and amusement. "No worries, Duke. I guess I should have known better."

Freya, joining the scene, couldn't help but laugh at the sight. "Oh Mia, what have you done now?"

Mia, standing proudly with her ticket book in hand, looked at her handiwork with satisfaction. "Another one bites the dust!"

Duke managed to finally remove the ticket from Chief Wheeler's face, and the chief waved it off good-naturedly. "It's all part of the job, I suppose."

As the chaos settled down, Duke made a mental note to have a gentle talk with Mia about choosing her battles wisely, especially when it came to ticketing her superiors. For now, they had another ticket to add to the day's collection, and Chief Wheeler would forever be a humorous example of Mia's unwavering dedication to enforcing the law, no matter who it involved.

But the next day, Duke received an unexpected call from the station.

"Buster's in jail?" Duke exclaimed, his concern evident. "What happened?"

The officer on the other end explained, "Sir, we found a young man who matched Buster's description at the scene, but he refused to answer any questions or give us his name. We had to take him in."

Duke sighed, realizing the confusion that Mia's fervent policing had caused. "Alright, I'll be there shortly to sort this out."

Meanwhile, Mia was completely unaware of the mix-up. She was busy in Allen's helicopter, hovering over the city, keeping an eye out for any infractions. With her determination and the helicopter's mobility, she was making rapid arrests, much to the surprise of the citizens below.

Back at the station, Duke arrived and quickly found Buster sitting quietly in a holding cell, his arms crossed stubbornly. "Buster, what happened?" Duke asked, trying not to sound exasperated.

Buster signed in frustration, "Mia... didn't know..."

Duke sighed, rubbing his temples. "I know, I know. She's really taken her role to heart. Let's get you out of here."

After sorting out the misunderstanding with the officers, Duke took Buster home, where Freya greeted them with a mixture of relief and amusement. "Oh, Buster, what did you do now?"

Buster shook his head, signing that it wasn't his fault, but Duke chuckled softly. "Let's just keep an eye on Mia next time. She means well, but she's a force to be reckoned with."

It wasn't even ten seconds later when Duke's phone rang again, and he saw it was Captain Brennant calling. He answered with a sigh, already anticipating more chaos.

"What's going on now, Captain?" Duke asked, his voice tinged with resignation.

"She's arrested me!" Brennant exclaimed on the other end, his tone a mix of disbelief and frustration. "She thought I was stealing stuff!"

Duke closed his eyes briefly, trying to process the absurdity of the situation. "She what?"

"I was just trying to explain the parade route rules to her, and suddenly she slapped handcuffs on me and called for backup," Brennant explained, sounding exasperated. "Now I'm sitting in my own office, handcuffed to my desk!"

Duke couldn't help but chuckle at the irony. "Alright, Captain. I'll be there soon to sort this out. Just... try to stay calm."

As Duke made his way to the station once again, he couldn't help but marvel at Mia's unwavering dedication to enforcing the law, even if it meant apprehending her own superiors for imagined infractions. This was going to be quite the story to recount over dinner with the family later.

Clemmons accompanied him. " This is gonna be one heck of a show!" he said.

They hurried into Captain Brennant's office, where they found the chief hanging upside down, his expression a mix of frustration and bemusement.

"Mia's up in the air, looking for crime," Brennant explained, his voice slightly muffled by his awkward position.

Duke exchanged a glance with Clemmons, who looked utterly bewildered. "Looking for crime? What do you mean?" Duke asked, trying to make sense of the chaos.

Before Brennant could respond, ten officers marched in, each handcuffed and looking equally confused. They were led by Mia, who breezed in with an air of authority.

"Mia, what's going on here?" Duke asked, his tone a mixture of concern and amusement.

"These officers were loitering around suspiciously," Mia declared, her voice matter-of-fact. "I had to take them into custody."

Clemmons couldn't hold back his incredulity. "But why? What did they do?"

"They were looking shifty," Mia replied, her expression serious. "I couldn't take any chances."

Duke sighed, trying not to laugh. "Mia, you can't just arrest officers for looking shifty."

Mia crossed her arms defiantly. "Well, someone has to keep this city safe!"

Clemmons shook his head, looking at his sister with a mix of exasperation and pride. "You're something else, Mia."

As Duke worked to free Captain Brennant from his upside-down predicament and sort out the confusion with the arrested officers, he couldn't help but marvel at Mia's unyielding commitment to justice, even if her methods were unconventional. This was definitely going to be a story they'd all remember for a long time.

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Duke sighed heavily, shaking his head as he recounted the day's events over dinner. Freya listened with a mix of concern and amusement, occasionally glancing at Clemmons and Allen, who were equally incredulous.

"So, Mia," Duke began, trying to maintain a serious tone, "you can't keep arresting people without proper cause. It's creating chaos."

Mia, who was eating her noodles quickly and seemed eager to get back into action, nodded absently. She grabbed her handcuffs and stood up abruptly.

"Sorry, Dad, gotta go," she said hurriedly, dashing out of the house and heading straight for Duke's car.

Allen, who was accustomed to Mia's antics but still bewildered by the day's events, leaned back in his chair with a sigh. "This is getting really silly," he remarked to no one in particular.

Clemmons chuckled softly, shaking his head. "You said it, Allen. But hey, at least dinner was interesting."

Freya smiled fondly at her sons, knowing Mia's adventurous spirit kept them on their toes. "Let's hope she doesn't cause too much trouble tonight."

Fifteen minutes later, Buster stormed into the dining room, clearly agitated, his hands flying with sign language. "Mia arrested me again," he signed angrily. "But thankfully, the officers recognized me and bailed me out."

Duke and Freya exchanged a glance, both suppressing smiles despite the seriousness of the situation. Clemmons and Allen looked on with concern, knowing Buster's frustration with Mia's overzealous policing tendencies.

"I'm sorry, Buster," Duke said calmly, trying to defuse the tension. "Mia, we've talked about this. You can't just arrest people without a proper reason."

Mia, who had returned and was standing sheepishly in the doorway, nodded. "I thought he was suspicious!" she protested half-heartedly, knowing she had overstepped again.

Freya sighed, trying to keep the mood light. "Well, at least Buster didn't spend too long in jail this time," she said, casting a reassuring smile at Buster.

Buster rolled his eyes, clearly still annoyed but appreciative of the family's understanding. "Just... next time, check before you handcuff me," he signed pointedly to Mia.

"Got it," Mia replied with a guilty smile, realizing she needed to be more careful.

As the family settled down again, Duke glanced at Mia with a mix of exasperation and affection. "Let's hope tomorrow is a quieter day," he said with a small smile, hoping Mia would take the hint.

Everyone nodded in agreement, knowing that with Mia around, quiet was a rare luxury.

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The next day, as Duke and Freya were driving through town, they spotted a peculiar sight: Clemmons was dangling from a light pole, his legs flailing comically in the air.

Duke parked the car hastily, and Freya gasped, "Clemmons, what on earth are you doing up there?"

Clemmons, looking slightly embarrassed, replied, "I... uh...  Apparently, to Mia, firefighters arn't supposed to whistle."

Duke rubbed his forehead, trying not to laugh. "Mia strikes again," he muttered under his breath. "How did she even get you up there?"

Clemmons shrugged sheepishly. " I'm not Mia."

Just then, Mia zoomed by in Duke's car, sirens blaring, clearly in pursuit of something or someone.

"Looks like she's off on another adventure," Freya observed wryly, shaking her head.

"Indeed," Duke sighed, watching Mia disappear down the street. "Let's just hope she doesn't decide to deputize the whole neighborhood next."

" Maybe I should rethink my wardrobe choices." Clemmons sheepishly said.

Freya sighed. " I'll ask Buster to get the truck."

But when Freya called Buster, he was cross, wearing prison clothes, and in a cell.

"Buster, what on earth are you doing?" Freya asked, trying to keep her voice steady despite the absurdity of the situation.

Buster signed back furiously, "Tell Mia she can't keep arresting me!"

Freya sighed, half amused and half exasperated. "Buster, you know how she gets when she's in 'police mode'."

Buster rolled his eyes dramatically and signed again, "I'm tired of being her practice target!"

Freya couldn't help but chuckle at Buster's frustration. "Alright, Buster. We'll sort this out. Just hang tight, okay? Don't cause any more trouble in there."

Buster nodded solemnly, his expression conveying both annoyance and resignation. Freya promised to talk to Mia as soon as possible and hung up the phone, shaking her head. She hoped into the sedan and zoomed to their house

A few minutes later, Freya parked the truck under the light pole where Clemmons dangled precariously. With a mix of relief and amusement, she helped him down while Clemmons muttered about Mia's latest whim.

Meanwhile, across town, Allen was spotted by Freya as he awkwardly shuffled along the sidewalk, arms outstretched like a cactus. Freya couldn't help but burst into laughter, though she quickly sobered when Allen shot her a pleading look.

"Mia made me do it," Allen explained sheepishly. "She said she'd arrest me if I didn't."

Freya shook her head incredulously. "Honestly, that girl..."

Just then, a distant rumble overhead caught their attention. Looking up, they saw Mia zooming by in a small plane, scanning the streets below for any signs of trouble.

"I hope she doesn't find anything," Freya muttered, half-jokingly.

"Tell her to come down from there," Clemmons grumbled, rubbing his sore arms.

Freya nodded, making a mental note to have a serious talk with Mia about not turning the entire family into her makeshift police force. She waved Allen over, who quickly joined them by the truck.

"Alright, let's go find Mia before she arrests the entire town," Freya said with a sigh, climbing into the truck. Allen and Clemmons followed suit, exchanging amused glances at the absurdity of their sister's antics.

However, they found themselves making a series of unexpected stops throughout town as they responded to calls for assistance from officers who had been detained by Mia. Each stop brought them face-to-face with a bewildered officer who had been apprehended for seemingly trivial infractions.

At the first stop, they encountered Officer Jenkins, who had been arrested by Mia for allegedly jaywalking. Despite his protests, Mia had insisted on following the letter of the law.

"I just crossed the street to get a coffee," Jenkins explained sheepishly as Freya handed him the keys to his cruiser. "She took it as a personal offense."

The second stop was Officer Ramirez, who had been detained for not wearing his uniform hat. "She said it's a violation of department dress code," Ramirez grumbled, adjusting his hat as he got back into his patrol car.

As they continued on their route, Freya, Allen, and Clemmons couldn't help but shake their heads at Mia's strict interpretation of the rules. Each officer they encountered had a similar story of being apprehended for minor offenses like littering (dropping a paper cup) or speeding (going 1 mph over the limit).

"It's like she's on a mission to enforce every rule in the book," Allen remarked, chuckling incredulously as they pulled up to another patrol car.

By the time they made their tenth stop, helping Officer Johnson, who had been arrested for using his phone while driving (to check a map), they were starting to wonder if Mia was enjoying her newfound authority a bit too much.

"We need to talk some sense into her," Freya sighed, exchanging a knowing glance with her sons. "This can't go on."

But then a few minutes later, Freya, Allen, and Clemmons couldn't believe their eyes when they spotted Duke hanging precariously from the tallest building in town. His legs were swinging wildly in the air, and he seemed to be trying to signal for help with one hand while clutching onto his hat with the other.

"Dad!" Allen yelled, panicked. "Forget Mia, we've got to save Dad!"

Freya immediately swerved the truck towards the base of the building while Clemmons tried to calm Allen down. "Hang on, Duke! We're coming!" Freya shouted, her voice filled with urgency.

Duke, looking both relieved and exasperated, called down, "Someone tell Mia this is not how you enforce building height regulations!"

As they rushed to the scene, Allen couldn't help but shout, "Maybe Mia can get you a ladder next time, Dad!"

Clemmons, trying to lighten the mood, quipped, "Or maybe a jetpack!"

Freya, focusing on the task at hand, pulled up beside the building and began strategizing how to safely rescue Duke. "Hang tight, Duke. We'll get you down in no time," she reassured him, her tone both determined and amused.

Duke, with a wry grin, replied, "At least tell Mia to add 'no climbing skyscrapers' to her list of rules!"

With careful coordination, Freya and Clemmons managed to set up a ladder while Allen called for additional help from the fire department. Soon enough, Duke was safely back on solid ground, shaking his head and laughing at the absurdity of the situation.

"Next time Mia wants to enforce city ordinances, I think I'll stay indoors," Duke joked, brushing off his uniform as Freya wrapped him in a relieved hug.

As they all gathered around, grateful that Duke was unharmed, Allen couldn't resist adding, "Let's hope Mia doesn't start a 'no hanging off buildings' campaign next!"

Freya nodded, her expression a mix of amusement and concern. "We need to have a serious talk with Mia about the limits of her police authority," she said firmly, though a small smile played on her lips.

But first, they picked Buster up. hen, as they were walking out, Freya, Allen, Clemmons, and Buster exchanged bewildered glances as they approached Mia, who was in the middle of handcuffing two trees in the park.

"Mia!" Freya called out, trying to hide her amusement. "What in the world are you doing?"

Mia looked up, her expression serious. "These trees were loitering suspiciously," she explained matter-of-factly. "I had to take action."

Buster signed to Mia, clearly exasperated, "Mia, you can't keep arresting everything that stands still!"

Clemmons tried to reason with her, "Mia, those trees aren't breaking any laws."

"But they were acting shifty!" Mia insisted, as she finished securing the trees with handcuffs.

Allen sighed, shaking his head. "We need to talk, Mia. Trees don't commit crimes."

Freya, struggling to contain her laughter, gently took Mia's hand. "Sweetheart, let's go for a walk. We need to have a serious discussion about who or what you can and cannot arrest."

Mia reluctantly agreed, looking back at the trees with a frown. "Fine," she muttered. "But someone needs to keep an eye on those trees while I'm gone."

As they walked away, Buster glanced at the trees and signed to Clemmons, "Maybe we should call the city gardeners to come pick them up."

Clemmons nodded, still trying to process the absurdity of the situation. "Let's just hope Mia doesn't find any more 'suspicious' vegetation on our way home."