“Good evening. Could I see your driver’s license, registration, and proof of insurance.”
“I hope you don’t have to have your license on you.”
“No, sir. It just has to be in the car with you.”
“Well, as you can see, I couldn’t get to it if it were on me. It’s in the glove compartment. My wife will get it and the other documents you need.”
“Thank you.”
“Was I breaking any laws? Speeding? Did I miss a road sign?”
“No, sir. It’s just that not every night that I see a person in a gorilla suit driving a car. I wanted to be sure you did have a license, that the car belonged to you, and that you had not been drinking.”
“I understand that completely.”
“I gather that the pumpkin next to you is your wife.”
“Yes, sir. That’s Maxine. We’re on our way to a Halloween party. I’ve always wanted to dress up in a gorilla suit for one of those things.”
Maxine managed to move her pumpkin skin enough so she could reach across the gorilla and hand the officer the documents.
“Here you go officer. I think everything is in order.”
“Thank you, mam. I don’t suppose your passengers would mind identifying themselves.”
The man in the back seat was wearing a pirate costume. Next to him a woman was wearing what appeared to be a ballerina costume.
“How about you, Mr. Pirate. What is your name?”
“I’m Walter Pidgeon. This lovely ballerina is my wife, Courtney. Say hello to the man, Courtney.”
“Hello, officer. You aren’t going to throw us in the clinker are you?”
“No, mam. I don’t think you are clinker bound tonight.”
“And Walter got it wrong. This is not a ballerina costume. I’m really Tinker Belle. You know the fairy from Peter Pan.”
“Yes, mam.”
“You know, officer, I’d like to get moving. This gorilla suit is beginning to itch in some very uncomfortable places.”
“I told him that thing would be an oven, but he just had to wear it. ‘Just once,’ he said.”
“You should have been a pirate. Took me just a few minutes to get this stuff on.”
“I can sprinkle some fairy dust on you. Will that help?”
“OK, OK. You can go in just a minute. But first I need to find my cell phone.”
“You’re getting a mug shot with your cell phone? I thought I hadn’t broken any laws.”
“You haven’t. Now, everybody say ‘cheese.’ They’re never going to believe this back at the station.”