"Oh, this? It's a costume, I just was trying it on. Uh, my girlfriend, um has this fantasy about-uh, Pinochio and Pleasure Island," stammered Nathan trying to think fast.
"Yeah, right," said the male officer.
"Whose clothes are these?" asked the female officer nudging Mitch's torn clothing on the floor.
"Mine, tore them practicing my Hulk impression. See my girl-uh. You can see I'm alone, so what's the beef?"
"No sign of his girlfriend," said the female cop.
"Where is she, boy?"
"Huh? Oh, we're meeting in a few days, I just got the costume and wanted to see -uh, how long I could wear it. It's anatomically correct, see, and I-?"
The muscular Italian man looked Nathan up and down, and ordered, "We're going to need to confiscate that suit, sir. So, I'll need you to step out of it."
"Confiscate? But it's mine. Besides, I'm naked under this!"
"Officer Miller, please step outside, so Mr. Modesty here can undress. As for the suit, you'll get a receipt for the costume, you can claim it next week if our investigation proves it wasn't one of those stolen earlier tonight from the Costume Shop."
The female officer leaves shaking her head, and Nathan slowly gets out of the suit.
Nathan hands the suit to the officer, then picks up his underwear and medallion from the bed. The officer writes on a slip of note paper and hands the receipt to Nathan. As he leaves with Mitch in his hands, Nathan clutches the medallion making another wish and smiles.
In the corridor, Marco chuckles, and pats the suit on his arm.
"Okay, Marco, what's the deal? We both know no one robbed any costume shop around here tonight," the female officer said.
"And there is no Officer Bob Marley working for the police department either," Marco said with a laugh.
"You didn't?"
"Yep, signed the receipt for one latex rubber suit with the name Bob Marley and Precinct Number 13. Hehe, and the idiot took the receipt without reading it."
"Marco, you're an ass!"
"No, hon. But I will be when I put this baby on. I'd demostrate it for you, but Keith would be jealous."
"Whatever happened to don't ask, don't tell?"
"Hey, that's the army. This is the police, and it's donut time!"