Dorf was often frustrated in this maner when all he was trying to do was bring some snap and polish to the force. He knew that a strong police prescene was essential to crime prevention and he knew it worked. There hadn't been much crime at all in Crystal Lake since he had joined the force two years ago. There hadn't been much crime in Crystal Lake before he joined the force either, but that was hardly the point. He fixed Jack with a hard stare.

"You been smokin', boy?"

"Smokin?" Jack said, raising his eyebrows. He grinned

"Don't smoke. It causes cancer you know what I mean?"

Dorf squinted at him. He thought it made him look mean. Instead, it just made him look near sighted.

"What? Did you just get off a space ship or something? Colombian gold, man. Grass. Hash. Weed. Dig it?"

Ned glanced at Brenda.

"What's he talking about?"

"Hey, don't get smart," snapped Dorf.

"Me?" Ned asked innocently, "I'm as dumb as they come."

"Hey!" said Dorf, pointing at him, "Not another word out of you, understand?"

"Officer," Marcie started.

"Officer, really—"Brenda said at the same time, "There's nothing going on here. We're just trying to get the place in shape."

"In shape for what?" said Dorf.

Brenda rolled her eyes. Bill approached him, speaking politely.

"Officer, is there anything we can do to help?"

"We'd be glad to help out," said Marcie.

Dorf glanced at them all suspiciously.

"I'm looking for somebody."

"Yeah," said Bill, "Who's that?"

"A guy named Ralph," Dorf replied, "Town Crazy."

Ned laughed.

"Well hey, no crazy people around here."

Dorf poked him in the chest with his index finger.

"I told you to sit on it, Tonto. Now, I got word that Ralph was pedaling out this way, spouting his gospel."

"We haven't seen anybody here, Officer," said Bill.

"Just us," Marcie added.

"Uh… this guy, Ralph," said Brenda, "Is he dangerous?" She was thinking about the figure she thought she'd seen back at the lake, watching.

"Every time that loony gets drunk, said Dorf, "He gets callin', I end up spending the morning in court and he gets a week in jail." The speaker mounted on the handlebars of the motorcycle crackled as the dispatcher's voice came over the radio.

"Cycle 2—Cycle 2—where are you? Come in Cycle 2—Cycle 2."

Jack picked up the mic but Dorf instantly snatched it from him and pushed him back, giving him a stern look.

"This is Dorf. I'm out here at Camp Crystal lake, over."

"Well get back in, Dorf," the radio blasted, "Sheriff wants you back in town on the double."

"Roger that," said Dorf into the mic, "That's a 10-4, on my way out."

He turned to the group. "Never keep the Sheriff waiting." He hitched up his pistol belt, "You kids keep your noses clean, you understand? You'll be hearing from me if you don't."