Room 132

Chief Piggum woke up suddenly after a long and dreadful nightmare. He was sweating and his face was pale.”Oh, wow!” he said. “It was only a dream.” Chief Piggum was a cop that need to catch someone. He was desperate. He stubbled out of his bed and got dressed.

Then he looked at the clock and cried, “Oh no, it’s 10:30, I’m late!” He stormed out the door and into his patrol car and raced to the police station. Skidding down the streets with the his siren on as fast as he could he came to a skidding halt outside the police station. He then got out and ran as fast as he could up the stairs. Suddenly he noticed that the door of the police station was open and bullet holes littered the door.

“The stations under attack!” he whispered. Then a voice called out through the doors.

“Come out little piggy!” the voice yelled. “I have a magic bullet for you!”

“Wait I know you!” yelled Chief Piggum. “Your Homer Simpsons.”

“You found me out Pig but you won’t live to tell anyone.” Homer loaded his gun and shot bullets at the door. Chief Piggum just ducked out of the way of a stray one. He got to his feet and hobbled through the door, gun raised high. Just then Homer leapt up from a desk and tried to shot at Piggum. Homer was an overweight, bald, and extremely rude man with a nak for trouble. Chief Piggum was to fast for him and he grazed him on the arm.

“Owwww!” screamed Homer. Homer roller around to the backside of the desk. “Time to shot the pig with the magic bullet!” he yelled at Chief Piggum. Homer got to his feet and shot Piggum right in the face.

Suddenly everything became still and the police office seemed to be frozen.

Then Chief Piggum heard a hissing sound and the Police office seemed to be going at fast forward. Everything became a blur and then it all stopped almost at once. He was in the police station, but it wasn’t the same. No one was here too. He just stood there dumbstruck.

“I …I …. I was …. shot!” he said, startled. He looked around again. There was a big glowing board, purple guns, a bunch of cubes, and what looked like to be a giant toilet. Chief Piggum ran out to the street. Everything was different. The street lamps were bright red and had an unusual glow to them. The cars were flying and huge skyscrapers as high as clouds. Piggum walked into a shop that said gadgets.

There were millions of gadgets noisily tinkering away. Chief Piggum stopped at one called the plunger in a tube. There was a massive metal tube with a plunger on the other end. “What’s so important about that?” Chief Wiggum thought. “It’s just the same thing with more weight on it. Some of the gadgets were big, small, and just unusual.

There was also an unusually large stadium right next to the police office. Chief Piggum went in the huge stadium as big as a mountain.

There were thousands of people in the crowd and a huge sign that said, “Dog Ball.” In the stadium there was a field below. There were banners with names on them that Chief Wiggum couldn’t understand. “Wow this place is huge!” he yelled. Suddenly the ground started to shake and the crowd gave a huge applause. Chief Piggum looked down and dogs were racing on a giant green field with 2 goals. The dogs were chasing after a ball that seemed to have it’s own mind. “I’m getting out of here.” he said.

Just then a booming voice said, ” oh look at rocky fly with that ball! Here comes Fatty along Rocky’s side. Ah, that’s gotta hurt. By the way, from Rob and Bot corp come Rocket boots. The safest, most efficient way to fly!”

Chief Piggum walked over to the police station and into his office. There were still no police officers in the station. As he opened the door to his office he gasped. It was totally different. There was a big golden plague that said his name, a blue leather armchair, and a fire place that burned brilliant gold fire. The weirdest thing in his old room was a glittering bullet on his desk that was as light as a walnut and looked as if it was letting off a magical glow.

Suddenly Homer Simpson walked in on Piggum. “Hey it’s you!” yelled Chief Piggum. “You shot me!”

“Let’s see, well I shot that guy last week…” He said. “Were you at the Robot shop last Monday?” Just then the bullet on the table gave a sudden pirce of sound that sounded like bomb went off. The room became full of colors swirling in a great tornado around Chief Piggum and Homer. The was a howling pitch and everything became very still. Chief Piggum looked around. The office was back to what it was the day before he was shot.

“Wow I’m back!” he said cheerfully.

“What happened?” asked Homer.

“Well Simpson, were back to the past nothing to do now but sit in my comfy chair.” Chief Piggum looked around the room. There was his plaque of honor, his small fireplace burnt out but layered in bricks. His many files and documents in a steel shelf. Everything was back to normal. He didn’t bother looking at the corner, there was simply nothing there.

“I don’t think your adventures over quite yet.. Piggum!”