Good Bye, Good Riddance? |Henry Danger|

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Tess

The door opens and Piper walks. Uh oh.  

"Hi, Piper!" Hen closes the closet door. If we're not careful, Piper is going to figure out that a robber didn't take the bird and she might find out about Hen's secret. 

"Hi? The cops are downstairs. They want to talk to you and Henry."

"Thennnnnn we will go downstairs."

"Let's go." This is going to not end well. 

"Fantastic. I'm excited." Hen and Jasp leave the room with Piper. I follow behind them. 

"Get a feather."

"Henry is Kid Danger!" Uh oh.

"Did one of you just say something?"

"Um I said...'Henry kissed a stranger.'" I facepalm. Really? That's the excuse you're going with. 

"Sure did."

"Mom told you to stop doing that." When did he do it that Mrs. Hart had to tell him to stop doing that? We head downstairs to deal with the cops. 

Later

Jasp has been telling his highly made up story about the bird thief for at least 10 minutes now. 

"And then I caught the bird-thief's ninja star in mid-air and I was gonna throw it back at him, but I have a code. I won't kill. I'm like Batman if Batman had a moustache." I roll my eyes. I love my brother but, he's no Batman and no Bruce Wayne. 

"And what were you doing during all this?" The cops forgot that I exist. Okay, not the first time I've been the ghost in the room. 

"I was...upstairs." 

"Hiding?" Dear Lord. 

"No."

"Crying?" Oh my God.

"No!"

"Just write down crying." For the love of God. 

"Blondie was crying..." Hen stands up and what is Piper doing?

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"I'm taking a bunch of all-by-my-selfies." Excuse me?

"All-by-my-selfies?" 

"Yeah. Sad pictures of me being alone 'cuz someone stole my bird. I post 'em online and people give me attention."

"Huh. Does that work?" 

"Oh, heck yeah. Look how many thoughts and prayers I've gotten." That is a shit ton of thoughts and prayers. 

"Wow, that's a lotta T's-and-P's."

"Of course it is, look how sad I am." Another officer walks in. 

"Hey, Pablo."

"Sheri."

"This is our police sketch artist." I was wrong. 

"We need you and your cowardly friend to tell him what the thief looked like."

"Oh, I don't think he got a good look at the perp. This guy ran away pretty quickly." And I facepalm quickly. 

"Ah ah ah ah ah. Actually I didn't run away quickly, okay. So uh, I actually did get a good look at the 'perp'. I know exactly what 'the perp' looks like."

"You do?"

"Yeah. I do."

"Then tell Pablo exactly what he looks like."