Andrea, thanks for finding this gem. What a hoot!
The officer behind the desk held up a hand as he finished scribbling something down on a report. "Okay, buddy," he finally said, looking up. Clark noticed the sergeant had a black eye and scratches on his face.
"I'm here about my wife, Lois Lane."
The sergeant pointed to his eye. "*This* Lois Lane?"
Clark shook his head and sighed. "Probably."
The sergeant then pointed to his scratched cheek. "Your mother-in-law?"
"Definitely."
"Ricky!" the sergeant shouted.
A young officer, holding an ice pack on his knee stepped out. "Yes, sir?"
"Release the hellcats."
The young man paled. "Darryl is a lot bigger than I am, Sarge, and I have a date—"
"I don't care *who* releases them as long as I never have to see them again!"
I fell out of my chair after reading this!
