A temp, is hired to help around at Sam & Max Freelance Police.
Analyzing the address again, (Y/N) feels a sensation of uneasiness, what with the business only having two employees. Sketchy. Although (Y/N) struggles to make ends meet with their rent...
(Y/N) mumbles a few curse words before entering Bosco's Inconvenience with Sam and Max. "Oh," they say as they reach into their pockets and discover ketchup packets they stole from Bosco.
"Who goes there!? Oh, it's you lot."
Sam takes out the shaving cream, "Hey, Bosco. We retrieved your precious shaving cream."
"Jolly good show. Jolly good show!" Bosco claps a few times.
(Y/N) puts on a more serious front, "Now if you're wondering about the reward money...yes, we do accept personal checks and all major credit cards."
"No."
(Y/N)'s eye twitches for the 45th time that day. 1947th for the week.
"As a reward for retrieving the can of shaving, I hereby grant you..." Bosco holds his hands out in a dramatic fashion, "A can of shaving cream!"
"Gee, thanks," Sam pauses, "You think you can lend us another temp? I think this one's having a muscle spasm," he points to (Y/N) almost having a muscle spasm.
"Oh, no. A bit tight on the temps today, lad."
"We wanna buy something else."
"Quite so!"
Sam slams down the million food stamp sheets on the counter, "We come bearing one million American dollars."
"Now, hand over the voice modulator, or I will riot over your fine establishment," (Y/N) gives an unenthusiastic scowl.
"Blimey! Food stamps?" Bosco twists his mustache, "I suppose I must accept them. Balderdash government conspiracy-"
Max looks up at Sam and (Y/N) for a translation, but they shrug, and also give him a look of confusion.
"It's hogwash! Complete codswallop!" Bosco sighs as he takes the food stamps under the counter and sets down an inhaler with a balloon and a straw attached on both sides.
"Here, then, is your chemical-based voice modulator."
(Y/N) takes a gander at the device and back up at Bosco, "This is a helium balloon attached to an inhaler."
"But it works! Trust me, trust me!" Bosco holds up a finger.
Sam deeply inhales through the voice modulator, "Holy chipmunk arias warbling out of a souped up 78 speed turntable, it works!"
"Thanks, Bosco."
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Sam closes the door behind him. He pokes (Y/N)'s cheek and vaguely gestures at Sybil.
"Huh? Oh," (Y/N) places down the picture of Sam, Max, and Hugh Bliss from their pocket.
Sybil claps her hands together and smiles, "(Y/N), this is perfect! This photo is a capstone! It succinctly summarizes over thirty years of extraterrestrial related photographic evidence!"
Sam and (Y/N) look at the other.
"Sybil, that photo is a hoax."
"Exactly! I couldn't have asked for better. Now, I can print the paper!"
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