[Jim has been escorted home by two police robots] [to Sarah Hawkins]
We apprehended your son operating a solar vehicle in a restricted area.
Moving Violation 9-0-4, Section 15, Paragraph... um...
Six?
Thank you.
Don't mention it.
As you are aware, ma'am, this constitutes a violation of his probation.
[stuttering for an explanation]
Yes, yes- No, I mean, I understand, but, um, co-couldn't we just-?
[interrupting]
Um, pardon me, officers, if I might, uh, interject here? I am the noted astrophysicist Dr. Delbert Doppler. Perhaps you've heard of me? [awkward silence] No? I have a clipping.
Are you the boy's father?
Oh! Good heavens, no!
Eww! He's just an old friend of the family.
[to Delbert]
Back off, sir!
Thank you, Delbert. I will take it from here.
Well, Sarah, if you insist. [under his breath] Don't ever let me do that again.
[to Sarah]
Due to repeated violations of statute 15-C, we have impounded his vehicle. Any more slip-ups will result in a one-way ticket to Juvenile Hall.
Kiddie hoosegow.
The slammo.
Thank you, officers. [towards Jim, firmly] It won't happen again.
We see his type all the time, ma'am.
Wrong choices.
Dead-enders.
Losers.
[Jim glares at them.] [tips his hat]
You take care now.
Let's motor.
[They depart, leaving an awkward silence behind them]
