You take a deep breath. Though turning the cop into a trash can paused the immediate danger of being in trouble, you worried that keeping the cop as a trash can would get you in more trouble in the long run.
You tried to ignore that part of you that keeping him as a trash can would pause you from getting in trouble forever.
No. You steeled yourself to make the right decision. You couldn't allow the hapless officer to be used as a trash reciprocal for any amount of time. Who knows what would be thrown into him? He could be raided by raccoons at some point. Or worse.
With that you take another chance and hit the button on the keys again. With a flash of light, the trash can disappears and...there's a raccoon sitting there.
The raccoon looks about, seeming to be confused, if you could guess from his twitching ringtail and the chittering raccoon noises he's making. The raccoon looks down at himself, patting himself down with his hand-like paws and then clutching and rubbing at his still twitching ringtail.
You look at the keys. Huh. Seemed like that the off-handed thought about raccoons had affected the destination. When you'd changed Keith from a dog into crap, you had though "Oh, crap!" and when you'd turned the cop into a trash can, you'd been thinking of somewhere to throw away stuff. Maybe the keys were just reading your hapless thoughts and messing with you.
Your thoughts are interrupted by the raccoon's odd chittering sounds, now being directed at you. He appears to be gesturing wildly at you, trying to communicate.
"Ur...officer, is that you?"
The raccoon paused, then slowly nodded.
Oh no. The cop was aware he was now in the form of a masked backyard bandit. Well, you supposed this was better than him scampering off right away to raid trash or biting you on the leg or something. You noticed the raccoon was quietly snarling, you decided the raccoon cop biting you wasn't completely off the menu.
"I'm so sorry about this, officer. I seem to be dealing with a...reality altering device. I know you might not believe me. Or...well, you might believe me, considering...ur...this..." You gesture at the raccoon.
The raccoon looks himself over again in consideration.
Well, this was a fine mess you were in. Your friend was still dog crap and the officer was now a raccoon. What the hell were you gonna do now?