Dammit McClanaghan: Rogue Cop: Episode 17: The Case of the Ultimate Orphan Fighting League or Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow... blow Final

____“What are those men doing in there?” Dammit looked over his shoulder at Mufasa, who had suddenly paused. “Because it looks like they’re making cocaine.”
____“Don’t be silly, Dammit. That’s not cocaine.” His grimy voice briefly paused. “They’re refining flour.”
____“Then why are they wearing clean room suits and respirators?”
____“Because it’s bleached flour, you simpleton. I don’t want my men breathing in bleach fumes, now do I.”
____“Oh, I’m sure there are a lot of things you don’t want. But I have everything I need to bring you in.”

____Dammit pulled out a piece of printer paper, carefully folded, but slightly wrinkled from being in his pocket for the last few hours. He unfolded it and showed it proudly to Mufasa, who remained suspiciously nonplussed. “This is a free conviction coupon, and I’m using it on you.” Dammit smiled triumphantly, and handed it to Mufasa for some inexplicable reason.

____“Free conviction coupon, hmm?” Mufasa examined the document, still “Is that a watermark I see? Very impressive. Did that take a lot of work, or…?”
____“Not really. I found a great plug-in for Photoshop that does ‘em pretty well.”
____“Well, it was all for naught, Officer McClanaghan. You can’t bring me in with a forged conviction coupon. Or a real one for that matter, as you’re no longer on the police force.”
____“I may be rogue, but I’m still a cop!” This was met with silence by Mufasa, who had his hand to his ear. The silence made the room grow still; to the point that even the muffled sound from the clean room with all of the unrefined bleached flour could be heard. Soon, even the sound from the flour lab was drowned out by the crushing silence. The room was so filled with silence- ____“Did you hear me Mufasa?” Dammit asked, undeterred by the fact that the narrator wasn’t finished explaining how quiet the room-
____“I was on the phone. Do you mind?” Mufasa barked at Dammit, who was clearly offended at being treated this way (welcome to the club). “Now look. I don’t have any Ultimate Orphan Fighting League®, and flour futures are a secure investment now.” Mufasa got up from his desk and gently took Dammit by the arm. “You can’t arrest me for having a successful financial future, now can you. Now-“
____“Please stop saying ‘Now’.” Dammit put up little resistance as he was being escorted from his nemesis’ evil lair in Suite E of the Applied Calamity Inc. office complex.
____“I shall do no such thing. Now, I want you to leave my office, apologize to Becky for being so brutish, she’s new after all, and be on your merry, little, rogue cop way.” Mufasa gave one final push, putting McClanaghan out of his office as he closed the door.

____Dammit looked down the hall way and saw Becky, still peeping with a puzzled look, when he realized something he’d missed. Despite being short a pithy remark, Dammit kicked in the door, successfully this time.
____“I told you Stanley, I want at least 18 of them… yes… yeah, it’s going to be single elimination round, so I need some alternates- hey, hold on a second.” Mufasa looked up at Dammit, but before he could say anything, Dammit spoke.
____“Hey, sorry.” He bent over and picked up his wallet that fell out of his pocket as he was being escorted out. “Dropped my wallet. What’s that phone call about?”
____“I’m ordering Chinese… for my men back there.” Despite being in a sound proof, Plexiglas box, the men inside immediately stopped what they were doing, and began to celebrate.
____“Well, you’re gonna need a lot more than 18 then, that’s for sure.” Dammit said, as Mufasa gave a withering smile, and waved him from the room as he continued his phone call.

____Dammit gave a small bow, silently apologizing for the interruption. He made his way down the hallway, spooking Becky, who quickly ran back to her desk. Dammit was so close to finally catching Mufasa, but just like all of the other times, Mufasa had slipped through his fingers. As to what he should do next, he was stumped.
____“I’m stumped.”
____I just said that.

The End
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“Alright, fine. Kill their whole family.”
“You can’t be serious Jokester!”
“Shut your mouth, Dammit! I’m never serious!
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