Scenario:Moe the Crow is watching TV in the living room with his wife, Betty Birdseed, his daughter, and his son, Timmy, late one night when there's suddenly a knock at the door. It's Sheriff Dribble and three men in black suits. Moe asks if his son has been throwing rocks at Dribble's patrol again; however, Dribble tells him that it's more serious than that, as the people he's with are from the FBI and are a part of an anti-pedophile operation. There here, the three FBI agents enter the house and go upstairs. Betty asks why Dribble is paying them a visit, and he explains that Moe's credit details were found on a computer that belonged to a pedophile ring busted down in Florida, saying that they're gonna have to arrest Moe and take his computer so some egg heads back at the station can check his hard drive. A teary-eyed Betty asks Moe if this is true or not, with him reassuring her that someone must've stolen his credit card number and used it to buy that stuff. However, the FBI agents return with his computer, and one of them is holding a DVD, which one of them says that Moe was hiding. Dribble asks them to hand it over so he can see what it is and immediately exclaims, "HOLY HANNA!" Moe asks if they would believe him if he said he was holding that for a perverted bachelor he knows. The DVD cover reads "Little Boys Big Toys," and Moe then states that he just thought those were over-enthusiastic home movies. Dribble puts him in handcuffs and tells him that he better get a good lawyer. Moe asks him to give him a break, as he has a hard time remembering the age if consent around here.
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Moe the Crow is watching TV in the living room with his wife, Betty Birdseed, his daughter, and his son, Timmy, late one night when there's suddenly a knock at the door. It's Sheriff Dribble and three men in black suits. Moe asks if his son has been throwing rocks at Dribble's patrol again; however, Dribble tells him that it's more serious than that, as the people he's with are from the FBI and are a part of an anti-pedophile operation. There here, the three FBI agents enter the house and go upstairs. Betty asks why Dribble is paying them a visit, and he explains that Moe's credit details were found on a computer that belonged to a pedophile ring busted down in Florida, saying that they're gonna have to arrest Moe and take his computer so some egg heads back at the station can check his hard drive. A teary-eyed Betty asks Moe if this is true or not, with him reassuring her that someone must've stolen his credit card number and used it to buy that stuff. However, the FBI agents return with his computer, and one of them is holding a DVD, which one of them says that Moe was hiding. Dribble asks them to hand it over so he can see what it is and immediately exclaims, "HOLY HANNA!" Moe asks if they would believe him if he said he was holding that for a perverted bachelor he knows. The DVD cover reads "Little Boys Big Toys," and Moe then states that he just thought those were over-enthusiastic home movies. Dribble puts him in handcuffs and tells him that he better get a good lawyer. Moe asks him to give him a break, as he has a hard time remembering the age if consent around here.
Moe the Crow
He is a father and husband living in the United States. He is naive, anxious, and determined. Moe is unexpectedly visited by the sheriff and FBI in the early hours of the morning, accused of being involved in a pedophile ring. His world turns upside down as he is arrested and taken away. Despite his claims that his hard drive was hacked, he is skeptical that someone would use his credit details for such a sinister purpose. His family stands by him, but he faces a daunting future ahead.
Betty Birdseed
She is Moe's wife and the mother of their children. She is supportive, anxious, and strongwilled. Betty struggles to understand the situation when the FBI visits their home, fearing for their family's safety. She trusts Moe despite his accusations of a stolen credit card number. As her husband is taken away in handcuffs, she tries to comfort their children and insists on following him to see what will happen next, showing her unwavering commitment to her family.
Sheriff Dribble
He is the local sheriff in their town. He is authoritative, pragmatic, and serious. Dribble leads the unexpected early morning raid on Moe's home, accompanied by FBI agents. He explains the situation to Moe and his wife, leaving no room for doubt about their accusations. Although he shows little emotional rapport, he ensures that Moe's hands are cuffed as he takes him into custody, emphasizing the gravity of the allegations against him.
It was late one night and I was watching the TV in the living room with my wife, Betty Birdseed, and our daughter, along with our son, Timmy.
It was around two in the morning when there was a knock at the door.
I got up to answer it and found Sheriff Dribble along with three men in black suits.
They were standing on my porch with their faces lit up from the light over the door.
"Hey, Dribble, what’s up?"
I asked him.
"Do you mind if we come in? I need to talk to you," he asked me.
"Sure," I replied as I opened the door and let them all in.
Once they were all inside, I asked him again, "What’s up?"
"Well, Moe, I gotta ask you something. Has Timmy been throwing rocks at my patrol again?"
I looked over at my son and asked him, "Timmy, did you throw rocks at the sheriff’s patrol again?"
He looked down at his feet and nodded his head yes.
I let out a sigh and said, "Damn it, Timmy! How many times do I have to tell you to stop throwing rocks at the cars driving by?"
Sheriff Dribble chuckled and said, "Don’t worry about it, Moe. That’s not why I’m here."
"What is it then?" I asked him.
I watched as the three men in suits flashed their FBI badges at me.
Dribble’s expression turned grim and he said, "Moe, these agents are investigating a pedophile ring that they believe is located in Florida. They have reason to believe that you might be involved."
My stomach dropped when I heard that.
I asked him, "Why would they think that?"
He replied, "Because your credit card was used to buy a membership to their website."
I shook my head and said, "No, no, no! Someone must have stolen my identity!"
The agents just walked past me and headed upstairs without even asking permission.
I heard them going into my office and opening the drawers.
Betty grabbed my arm and demanded, "What’s going on here?"
I tried to explain about the identity theft but my voice was shaking.
I could hear the sound of drawers opening and closing upstairs.
Dribble read me my rights while one of the agents came back downstairs carrying my computer tower.
Another agent followed behind him holding up a DVD.
He said, "Look what I found hidden behind his desk."
Dribble looked at the title and his face hardened.
It was a DVD called "Busty Babes in Bondage."
Betty's grip on my arm tightened as the room spun around me, and I realized everything was about to change.
I stand frozen as Dribble yanks my arms behind my back.
The cold metal of the handcuffs bites into my wrists while he tightens them with unnecessary force.
"You're a sick fuck," he spits, shoving me toward the door.
Betty rushes forward, tears streaming down her face, but one of the FBI agents blocks her path.
Through the living room window, I see neighbors emerging from their houses, drawn by the commotion of police lights.
Timmy starts crying from the top of the stairs.
The DVD case lies on our coffee table, its garish cover visible to everyone.
The world I knew crumbled as I was led away, leaving behind the shattered pieces of a life I could no longer claim.
