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What?

Angela, it's your father. I thought we could chat for a minute.

I guess so, but only for a minute.

Hey, got a cup of hot cocoa for you.

No time for cocoa, Dad. I'm about to go out.

So, what are you gals up to tonight?

Nothing involving boys, drugs, alcohol, or heavy metal, right?

Can you seriously stop being a cop for like five minutes?

We're just going to Burger Barn.

I'm sorry, Angela. I can't help it.

I... All

those years on the force,

patrolling the streets.

I've seen what drugged up driving can do.

You know what drug I hate the most?

Marijuana. Thought turns a decent kid to the deadbeat stoner.

And then, hey, wait, hey, excuse me, young lady, hello? I'm trying to have a

father -daughter talk here, hello?

But I'm gonna be late.

Angela, promise me right now you won't smoke marijuana and drive.

Jeez, you're totally freaking out.

I don't even smoke marijuana.

And even if I did, which I don't, it's legal in this state. It's not legal to

smoke cannabis and drive. Just promise me you'll drive safe and sober tonight.

Is that a 10 -4, little lady?

Roger that.

Now give me a hug.

Over and out, Dad. I gotta hit the road.

Grab that.

Bye, Dad.

Looks like my baby girl's too old for hot cocoa. Good thing Sergeant Dad still

likes his hot cocoa.

Mm -hmm.

Oh my god, that's what you're wearing?

No big whoop, Bethany. Who cares if I look cash for burgers?

We're not going for effing burgers, stupid.

What are you talking about?

Oops, I forgot to text you. My bad.

We got the invite to Dustin's party at the Lake House.

Dustin's party? For real?

Totally. This party's gonna be off the hook.

I hope they have snacks.

I just got a major crave for Cheetos.

Seriously, Denise?

F -ing Cheetos? Get it together.

Dustin's parties are legit.

There's going to be college boys and keg stands and lots of drugs like

marijuana. You bitches better not embarrass me tonight.

Now I'm getting all fressy.

I need to relax.

Uh, marijuana's not really my thing. I mean, I used to smoke it, I totally do,

but I'm trying to cut back. So, like, right now, I really don't want to get a

contact high.

Yeah, maybe that's not a good idea. She is, like, the designated driver.

I'm not going to the party with a bunch of sober babies.

Especially you, Denise.

You're so basic, you make me want to puke.

You gotta get blitzed right now.

Hit this bong. But I don't want to hit the bong. You better bong it up, bitch.

Whoa.

I feel so high like I'm in a hair balloon.

Yeah, that's exactly what it feels like to be high.

It's effing awesome.

Now it's your turn, Angela.

Take a huge puff.

I don't know.

Do it, or I'll tell everyone at school you got a venereal disease.

Well,

maybe one little puff.

Do it. Get high.

Don't be a wuss.

Yeah!

Follow your dreams and anything is possible.

This is Officer Davis.

I'm on my way.

This

is the

worst part of the job.

Oh, blood makes me squeamish.

Hey, what's going on here? Wait a minute.

Wait a minute. That can't be her car.

Oh, her little purse.

Oh God, our little friends.

No! Angela!

I told you not to smoke marijuana and drive.

That's the one thing I specifically told you not to do.

Oh. Oh.