Scene: The bullpen at the 99th precinct.
Jake: Hey, Boyle, guess what I found in the break room fridge this morning?
Boyle: What? A dead body covered in... no, wait, not that, please.
Jake: Worse. Someone labeled their yogurt with my name. MY NAME, Boyle! Like, they think it's theirs just because we share the same first three letters.
Boyle: Oh no, the yogurt bandit strikes again! This is a case for Captain Holt.
Jake: (dramatically) Dun dun dun! Captain Holt, we've got a rogue dairy situation on our hands.
Captain Holt: (entering the bullpen) What seems to be the issue, detectives?
Jake: Someone's messing with my yogurt game, Captain. I need backup.
Captain Holt: I see. This calls for immediate action. Santiago, Diaz, we're on a yogurt heist. Boyle, keep an eye on the cream cheese.
Boyle: Roger that, Captain! Protecting the cream cheese with my life!
Rosa: (deadpan) Just another thrilling day at the Nine-Nine.
Amy: (bursting in) Jake, I figured it out! The yogurt thief is...
Jake: Whoa, whoa, Amy, let's not jump to conclusions. We need hard evidence, forensic analysis, the works.
Amy: It's Terry. He accidentally grabbed your yogurt this morning, thinking it was his. Sorry, guys.
Terry: (popping in) No worries, Jake! I owe you a yogurt. Also, why is everyone talking about dairy so early in the morning?
Captain Holt: Case closed. Back to work, everyone.
Jake: (grinning) Another victory for the Nine-Nine! And Terry, you owe me two yogurts! Plus interest.
Terry: (laughing) Deal, Jake.
Boyle: (whispering) Case of the misplaced yogurt, solved in record time. We're unstoppable, Jake.
Jake: (proudly) Nine-Nine!
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