“Good work, Frank,” Ed said, slapping me on the back as we watched the sunset over the precinct parking lot. “You really cut through the mustard on this one.”
The city was a concrete jungle, and I was the guy with the leaf blower. My name is Frank Drebin, Detective Lieutenant, Police Squad. I’d just finished a grueling twelve-hour shift of staring at a blinking cursor on a vending machine when the call came in.
I headed to the lab to see Ted Olsen. Ted was busy trying to invent a way to make water wetter.
“Good work, Frank,” Ed said, slapping me on the back as we watched the sunset over the precinct parking lot. “You really cut through the mustard on this one.”
The city was a concrete jungle, and I was the guy with the leaf blower. My name is Frank Drebin, Detective Lieutenant, Police Squad. I’d just finished a grueling twelve-hour shift of staring at a blinking cursor on a vending machine when the call came in.
I headed to the lab to see Ted Olsen. Ted was busy trying to invent a way to make water wetter.
