BUN-BO FORUM RPG

After the police are called, Hahn slips back into bed, and almost at once, the slumber embraces him.
All that nonsense over with, and police will deal with the rest...
As Hahn feels himself slip into blackness, he suddenly bolts upright to sounds of a siren.
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After the sounds of doors being opened and closed, the siren stops. The blue and red blinking light continues to blaze through Hahn's open door and windows.

In walks Officer Shorty the Chickenhawk, and his partner, Officer Smalls the Mouse.
Smalls carries a flash camera, and begins taking flash photography of the crime scene. Each flash is blinding, and dazzling.
Officer Shorty has a notepad and pencil almost as big as him. He hasn't looked up yet, but is taking notes as he goes.
"Break and enter reported, Take a picture of the door, Smalls."
FLASH!
"Clear signs of distress and possible theft." Shorty looks around Hahn's house. The mess of objects and junk strewn across the floor has jived with his particular sense of cleanliness. He clicks his tongue. "No obvious reason to continue here... This is a lost cause, Smalls. Let's go."

Shorty and Smalls turn to leave, not even noticing Hahn or Fredrick amongst all the stuff on the floor.

Officer Smalls turns around and is startled! He is quite smaller than Hahn.
Officer Shorty the Chickenhawk narrows his eyes and turns slowly. When he sees a chicken in his presence, he draws his gun instantly! The gun is around as big as he is, but it is nonetheless threatening!
"Criminal? A likely story from a CHICKEN!!!" Shorty hops onto Hahn's sofa, and peers on to the floor to see Fredrick the Fox. His eyes pop out of his head at the sight, and he is Boggled for 1 Turn!
"Fredrick! What's my bowling buddy doing on the floor?!"

You can do anything you want. At this point, if you want them to listen to anything you have to say, you must succeed a Fast-Talk roll!

Smalls the Mouse jumps up onto the sofa, and peers over as well. He spots Fredrick the Fox instantly, and hears out Hahn.
However, what he hears amidst the sleepy yawns is that Hahn is trying to frame Fredrick, along with the hints of the museum goods.
Quickly, Smalls pulls Shorty's notepad from his unresisting hands, and flips through the notes.
"Sir!" Shorty the Mouse points at a page, "Those are the paintings and artifacts reported stolen from the Museum!"

Shorty makes a Smarts roll to deduce the situation based on present evidence... He rolls a 7 against his Smarts score of 6.

"If I'm putting two and two together right (and I think I am), this chicken attacked Fredrick, AND stole the museum paintings! Sir, this is an open and closed case!"

Smalls the Chickenhawk pulls himself together and eyeballs Hahn the Rooster. "I knew it was you! Never trust a Chicken!" (However, Smalls is too Boggled to act just yet.

"Yeah, you'd know ALL about how cell beds feel like, huh?!" Smalls the Chickenhawk raises his gun. "You stay right there, Chicken! Shorty, call for back-up! We caught ourselves the Master Thief that's been running around town. No wonder he's so tired, too!"

Shorty the Mouse hops off the sofabed and makes a run for the door.

Instead of rolling an opposing Fight roll, (which would result in no damage and both successful Fight rollers in a cloud of dust tussle) Smalls the Chickenhawk attempts a Fire Gun roll. Skill of 6, rolls a 7.

The gun in the chickenhawk's hand indeed fires backwards,
BANG!
Sending Smalls flying out the window!
5 Damage!

Officer Shorty the Mouse has now left to the squad car parked outside.

While both cops are out of the house, Hahn digs around Fredrick's pockets and finds a Smartsphone, which (he finds) has an entire photo album of Fredrick's Selfies. He takes a Selfie at the scene of every crime. There's over 1000 photos, though in the recent bundle, there's a Selfie with Officer Smalls' wife in bed with Fredrick the Fox.

As Hahn finds this, the two cops come back in the house, along with their back up; a cybernetic robo-dog.
"You unlucky chicken, you'll be goin' away for sure now! This here's K-10! Crime solving super sleuth pooch."
A chihuahua with a Robocop-looking helmet and body scans the room with his robo eyes.
"Guilty or not, you're coming with me," says K-10 in a growling mechanical voice.

K-10 rolled a 3 against his Dodge of 2. The chamomile tea seeps straight into his body. He is fried and instantly Falls Down!

Smalls and Shorty both jump into the air from shock! They are both Boggled!

Boggled, the officers make no attempt to resist Hahn's fast-talking info dump about Fredrick the Fox.
At seeing the picture of Fredrick and Small's wife, Officer Smalls flies into a rage, and curses Fredrick's name into oblivion.
"That no-good, so-and-so! How could he?! What kind of low-down, dastardly fox ruin a perfectly good marriage?!"
Shorty then defends Fredrick, saying, "There must be some mistake. Fredrick is on my bowling team. We're old pals! Surely he'd never do something like this!"
Smalls turns on Shorty. "Oh, yeah of COURSE you'd side with the Fox! You've had it out with my happiness since my wedding day!"
"Oh yeah? Well, maybe you'd be more happy if you didn't steal MY girlfriend!"
"She didn't love you!"
"Clearly, she doesn't love you!"
Smalls and Shorty then begin fighting. A cloud of dust and fists covers them. Their tussle sends them out the front door and onto Hahn's lawn. When the dust settles, the two cops have Fallen Down.

As Hahn lay down, the disturbances have troubled him. It is hard to sleep with Fredrick the Fox snoring. It sounds awfully like a lumberjack sawing a tree! It was such a noise that the earplugs just weren't enough.
Fredrick's snoring sound of sawing was piecing Hahn's soul. Each breath sending crinkly chills down his feathery body.