Chase McCain stood in the Chief’s office of the Lego City Police Department, jaw hanging open. “Chief, you have got to be kidding me. You want me to work with… Frank?!”
“Yeah, Chief. Are you sure you’re not making a joke? Cause, no offense, you’re not very good at those. But if you really want me to work with Chase that would be amazing!” Frank’s voice rose half an octave, as well as several decibels in volume.
Chase groaned, and rubbed at his ear.
“No, Frank. I’m not making a joke. You’ll know when I’m making a joke,” said the Chief.
“If you got one of those little clown horns and honked that every time you did then everyone would know…”
“Frank!”
“Seriously, Chief. Are you sure this is a good idea?” said Chase, reigning in the urge to raise his voice. “I mean, it’s Frank, he’s only good for…”
Frank beamed up at Chase, practically b