Saturday morning sees Bella with her notebooks about magic all in her knapsack, her medallion safety-pinned by its chain to her bra just in case she trips the wrong way, waiting with Charlie for pickup for the Avalon trip.
"I'm the cop you need, but not the one you want," he says, in the same deadpan. "I know the streets."
Charlie snorts. "Reason they don't set even terrible cop shows in Forks, you know."
Vernon laughs. "Yeah. Each episode would be uneventful. None of the constant serial killers that bad cop shows get."
"Traffic stops, vandalism, shoplifting, domestics, occasional missing person who just went on too much of a hike, that's about it."
"Heh. 'Tonight, on Bad Cop Show - some neighborhood kids need a stern talking to.'"
"Previously on Bad Cop Show: the turn signal neglecter! Shot of dramatic ticket-writing."
"At the end of every episode we would go to a diner and get coffee and make jokes about not eating donuts at all and how neighborhood kids never learn."
"Pitch it, get it funded, get a pilot shot," giggles Bella. "Anyway, how do we get in?"
"Entrance is over there," explains Vernon, who points at a little building that looks like the warehouses' central office building. "We walk over, you kids show your medallions and do a demonstration, and then we all walk in."
"No, it's just a way to avoid having to go midform or do what I did and spend an hour explaining everything I knew about 'critters.'"
"Oh, hey. You're the same one as last time. Hey. We'd like to be let in," says Vernon. Then he motions to the assorted perytons and sphinx for a volunteer to show that they know what's up.
Vernon knows where the door is - it's the one that says 'Authorized Personnel Only.' The doorwatcher gets up, unlocks it, and opens it for them.
It's a perfectly normal looking hallway.
Bella recovers her opposable thumb but adopts paws, tail, and wings, as previously decided.
Darren gets the antlers and wings, deciding against the hooves for fear of being mistaken as a satyr.
She is quite smug about the whole affair.