DECEMBER 4, 2005: KNACKS: Looks like LEGO got you another man-in-pieces. That makes two in four days. By Christmas we could have an army. KUSE: "We?" KNACKS: Come on, all I'm getting are cats and piss pans. You have to share. KNACKS: I guess he's supposed to be some kind of police officer, right? KUSE: Looks like. KNACKS: I guess you're expecting me to put him together for you, right? KUSE: Looks like. KUSE: Well, what's your name? JONES: I'm Officer Jones. I uphold the law at every turn. I did not buy this badge from eBay. Show me crime and I'll show them time. KNACKS: I like the way he talks! KUSE: I don't. KNACKS: Why are you in such a bad mood today? KUSE: I miss Mrs. Claus. JONES: Chief Kuse, why is your partner dragging boxes around headquarters? KUSE: Get used to it. You'll be seeing a lot of this between now and Christmas. JONES: What's Christmas? KUSE: Christmas is the day before the day I put you in a box and store you in the attic until next December. JONES: Okay. And why is that box marked "4?" KUSE: That's not "4" you to know. KNACKS: Oh for the love of...JESUS CHRIST. WHY am I getting such awful gifts?! KUSE: What is that thing? KNACKS: I don't know. A lightless lantern? A giant canteen? I have no fucking idea. KUSE: Well, whatever it is, you look like an idiot holding it. KNACKS: Thanks for making me feel better. KUSE: No, thanks for making me feel better. KNACKS: I hate you today. INKY: Holy shit...finally found the fuckers! TOUCHDOWN DANCE! LATER... INKY: Sire! I have located the two peons you seek! They've been like six feet away from us this whole time! Shall we move forward with your plan? WAITERBOT: Bring my shuttle. TO BE CONTINUED!