Hallelujah ladies and gents, we got action. And by action, I mean the sort of crap that passes for excitement on Mapleton Ave.
Yeah, that's right. It was 4.21 p.m., prime time for criminal activity, when disaster struck. The chaos scenario? Two Ziploc-bags-full-of-jelly-and-angst kids milling about a vacant home. Lord above, what a catastrophe! Get the SWAT team, call in the National Guard, where's Batman when you need him?
Our concerned neighborhood watchdog, can I call you NeighBo WatchBo for short? got their knickers in a twist with Stop-the-presses idea to pick up that ol' dial pad and lure in the local po-po with a bone-chilling tale of juvenile loitering.
Lo and behold, our boys in blue to the rescue. Armed with something stronger than coffee, and a degree of skepticism stronger than my disgust for decaf, they arrive on the scene. I tell ya, there's more drama here than a Kardashian's family dinner.
Behold, the grand finale. Those juvenile delinquents were doing - wait for it - fetching their ball from the yard. My God, the audacity of youth these days. Ball retrieval? In broad daylight? The nerve!
No issues were found. Nah, not even a single trace of that highly sought after ‘strategically placed weed’ our insightful NeighBo WatchBo had almost guaranteed in his 911 rendition of 'Two boys enter, no weed leaves.'
Moral of our heartfelt Mapleton story, folks? Next time your kid's SuperBounce makes a daring escape to a neighbor's yard, remember there’s probably a neighborhood lunatic watching, ready to call the freakin' cops.
So, close your windows, lock your doors. The ball-fetching menace of Mapleton Ave is still out there people!
You've been entertained, and quite frankly, bored to tears in equal measure by yours truly, Spill By Bill. Sourced from the dreams of the chronically unoccupied, with special thanks to the Mapleton Ball Whisperers.
