'mistew Powiceman'
Hi, Mistew Powiceman!
Hi kid. Wutcha doin' outside?
I'm just pwaying hide-and-seek wif my fwends
Where's your mask, kid?
In my pocket. I stawted sweating.
Well, put it on again, ok?
Ok. (Eyes downcast. Puts it on inside out).
Kid, how old are you, anyway?
This many. (Holds up three fingers).
I see. Is your mommy home, kid?
Shu-wah. Thew she is, on the steps.
C'mere, ma'am.
Just a minute, sir. I need to bring my twins
(Appears with two 8-week-old infants in a stroller).
Ma'am, uh, I have to, uh, you see, uh, ma'am--
Is there a problem, officer?
Uh, well, you know, the Governor's new orders
about all kids over two, uh, ma'am, you know--
Yes, officer?
Oh, nothing, ma'am. Nothing, really. Your kids
are adorable, ma'am. Have a wonderful day!
You, too, officer. And thanks for watching out for our block!...
Roarke, you issue any citations today?
Uh well, no, sir.
NO, SIR?! NO, SIR?! I give you a block teeming with kids
without masks on, and you issue NO CITATIONS?!
Well, you know, sir, it's like this, sir, you see--
I see red, Roarke! The city's starving for revenue, and you issue NO--
Now just a minute, sir. Those innocent kids--
Those 'innocent kids,' huh? Were those innocent kids over two?
Well, maybe a couple of them were--
Uh, huh. Turn in your badge, Roarke.
With pleasure, sir. (Flings it onto the desk and exits, muttering)...
Hi, Honey! How was the beat today?
Oh, you might say common sense and
I were the latest victims of COVID-19
Huh?! Wudja say?!...
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