CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Buddy was now using the new way the Chief wanted the telephone to be answered, since several complaints had been forthcoming, “Saint Cloud police department, this is Buddy Wilson, how may I help you?” He had written the phrase on a slip of paper so he could remember it correctly.
“I need to speak to the Chief right now!” Mable yelled into the phone.
Buddy rolled his eyes as he drew in a quick breath, “I’m sorry Mrs. Zeeks, but the Chief is out of the office right now on official business,” he said lying through his stained teeth. The Chief told Buddy how to handle any future calls from Mad-Dog-Mable, as he didn’t want to be bothered with her tomfooleries anymore.
“My god, just who is in charge down there?!” She thundered.
“Please tell me what has happened Mrs. Zeeks.” Buddy sighed as he leaned back in his chair.
“The gray aliens have taken Mandrake! I just know they are planning to kill him and cut him open to look at his innards! You have to do something right now before it’s too late!” she shouted pleadingly.
“Mrs. Zeeks, I’m going to dispatch three black-and-white’s right now to search for Mandrake. As soon as we have anything to report, I’ll call you, so stay near your telephone, okay?” This was the Chief’s new plan on dealing with her.
“Oh, thank you so much, you should be the Chief-of-Police. Chief Hudson doesn’t know his butt from his elbow.” She hung up and finally felt someone cared about her poor helpless Mandrake.
As Buddy hung up, he leaned back in his chair; he placed his hands behind his head as a most devilish smile now graced his chubby face.
Nigel who was resting in his easy chair, “So sugarplum, what did they have to say this time?”
“Buddy said they were sending out three police cars to search the neighborhood right now.”
He knew better, but wasn’t about to rock the boat, he had felt her sting many a time early on in their marriage, “Well, good to hear.”