Summary
Nighttime hush fractures when a single thunderous crash ricochets through clapboard walls, jolting a nosy neighbor into lurid fantasies of foul play; convinced he’s eavesdropping on a homicide, he speed-dials the sheriff, whose badge gleams like a tin god under flickering porch-bulbs. The lawman, all starch and skepticism, tromps through the threshold expecting bloodstains but finds instead a Rube-Goldberg chain of domestic mishaps: toppled coat-rack, shattered aquarium, a terrified tabby ricocheting off furniture, and a half-dressed homeowner clutching a feather duster like a rapier. Realizing the scene exceeds both his modest jurisdiction and IQ, the sheriff whistles up a cavalry of officious specialists—fire marshal, health inspector, even a twitchy postal clerk—each arrival draped in more absurd regalia than the last. Their bureaucratic ritual spirals into carnival as every clipboarded expert discovers a newer, wilder layer of chaos until the original “crime” dissolves into farce, culminating in the revelation that the first thunder-clap was merely a warped screen door slamming shut, leaving the entire brigade red-faced beneath the moon’s sardonic wink.
Synopsis
A loud crash disturbs the next door neighbor, who immediately thinks a murder is happening so he calls the sheriff. But when the lawman finds the whole thing is beyond his control he thinks it's better call the help of other authorities, who later on will get a strange surprise.
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