Another police chase ended right here in Tinbox Acres last month. To make a long story short, Andy the security guy got hauled in and his electric golf cart got impounded; Dot and Old Lady Beadle got let off with a warning; and Carl Bailey's fate and the fate of his scooter ain't been determined just yet.

Welcome Wagon Willy got hauled in on charges of being a Peeping Tom. No shit. He really did. It was the two new residents, them twin old ladies, what called the cops on Willy. They got all scared when they seen his red, sweaty face and bulging eyeballs smashed up against the living room window on their trailer, and they called 911. Next thing you know, Willy's peeping out the back window of a cruiser.

Rudy's out again! This time he made it all the way back to Tinbox Acres without getting arrested on the ride home. But the cops showed back up at his trailer six hours after Rudy got released. This time Rudy wasn't the suspect, but the victim. He had just fired up his Skilsaw when he had a recurrence of them sudden lumpy red ass rashes like he got a couple months back. The bright side of the whole thing is Rudy can't do nothing but lay on his belly on the couch. That means he can't go out and get hisself arrested until his ass heals up.

Just because the windows are tinted, don't be thinking that cop car down by the duckpond is unoccupied. There's one cop, sometimes two, sitting there behind that tinted windshield, watching all your illegal transactions. And while we're on that subject, don't be thinking them cops ain't sitting there laughing their asses off watching you stagger down the driveway with a bed-head hairdo and nuclear-meltdown complexion, wearing raggy mismatched clothing and cheapie flipflops from the 99-cent store.

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