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A nighttime Policeman is leisurely driving in the squard car listening and singing that 80Õs song ÒI Always Feel Like SomebodyÕs Watching MeÓ when his walkie-talkie comes on. Captain: (on walkie-talkie) Sgt. Hobbes, Sgt. Hobbes, come in. Sgt. Hobbes: IÕm right here, Captain. Captain: ThereÕs some drug smuggling going on 1411 Wilmont Ave. I want you to go check it out. Sgt. Hobbes: Why me? Captain: Because youÕre the closest cop in the area. Now get on it. Sgt. Hobbes: Oh, all right. Sgt. Hobbes pulls up to the house. He gets out, checks that his lights are off, and goes up to the front door. He nervously takes a deep breath and then breaks in. Sgt. Hobbes: (pointing his gun straight ahead) Okay, nobody move! The two ordinary Man and Woman, sitting on their couch eating popcorn and watching t.v., just stare at him. Man: Can we help you? Sgt. Hobbes: Uh...is this ah....1411 Wilmont Ave.? Man: This is 1417. Sgt. Hobbes: Oh. (laughs) The seven looked like a one. The man and woman just stare at the very embarrassed Sgt. Hobbes who grabs some popcorn and starts looking at the t.v. Sgt. Hobbes: Watching ÒFriendsÓ I see. ThatÕs a good show. Woman: We like it. Sgt. Hobbes: Good, good....(very long pause as he tries to think of something to say)...Well I guess I better be going. Got drug smugglers to stop. Um...IÕll ah...just be leaving...Sorry, sorry, about the inconveince...Well ah...goodbye. (leaves) Man: Come back and shut the door! Sgt. Hobbes: Oh sorry. Sorry. Sgt. Hobbes leaves and the couple go back to watching t.v. Just then Hobbes breaks in again. Sgt. Hobbes: Right! Caught you! (realizes heÕs caught nothing) Sorry. Sorry, everyone. Just trying to make sure you werenÕt trying to pull a fast one on me...So ah...IÕll just be leaving again. (leaves) Man: Shut the bloody door! Hobbes shuts the door very fast. The woman gets up and looks out the window. She sees Sgt. Hobbes tripping over a garden gnome in the front lawn. Woman: What an idiot. (to Man) Quick. LetÕs smoke the hash before he comes back. Black out. Rate or review this sketch. |
