911 Call Transcript
Operator: 911 – what’s your emergency?
Caller: Omigod! It’s… it’s… a snowman!
Operator: Excuse me?
Caller: Look, this is going to sound really (censored), but there’s a snowman running around the front yard, chasing the kids around with a broom or somethin’!
Operator: A snowman?
Caller: Yeah! I ain’t kidding!
Operator: Sir, have you had anything to drink tonight?
Caller: No! I swear! Listen to me! There’s a (censored) snowman chasing the kids! Can’t you hear them screaming?!
Operator: And how is he chasing them, sir? Does he have legs?
Caller: No! He’s a (censored) snowman, for chrissakes! He’s (censored) levitating, man!
Operator: Sir, I want you to stay right where you are, all right? I have officers en route.
Caller: Please! For God’s sake, just hurry! There must have been some magic in that old (garbled)
Police Report
Once he did so, Officer Wilson and I were able to exit the vehicle and appraise the situation. The individual introduced himself as Roger Smythe (sp?) and began babbling frantically some sort of story about a snowman and the fact that his kids had found some sort of hat.
It was at that point that Officer Wilson and I observed a white figure, approx. 5 feet tall, giving chase to three children – two boys and a girl. The figure seemed to be costumed, as he could only be described as a snowman. The children were running around in circles, and the costumed figure was close behind. Figure was wielding a broom in a threatening manner, and method of locomotion was impossible to determine.
Officer Wilson and I commanded the figure to stop, only to be ignored. After some repeated threats, I made the decision to fire upon the suspect, once the children were not in the line of fire. Bullets entered the suspect and seemed to pass through with no effect, as we observed bullet holes appearing in the house behind the suspect.
9:53 P.M. Children had managed to escape inside the house, and Officer Wilson and I had taken cover behind the cruiser. Repeated gunshots had no effect on the suspect, who continued to circle the front yard of 2234 Wildbrook in what can only be described as a threatening manner. Unsure of next move – radioed for backup.
10:14 P.M. Fire Unit 12 arrived on scene. Officer Wilson immediately suggested that turning the fire hose on the suspect might render him temporarily immobile and allow us to take custody. Communicated this to Unit 12.
10:18 P.M. Unit 12 opened valves and commenced to fire a strong stream of water at suspect. Rather than knocking him to the ground, however, the suspect apparently melted. After maintaining a stream of water for 30 seconds or so, Unit 12 discontinued. Nothing remained of suspect save a carrot, three pieces of coal, and an old top hat.
10:42 P.M.
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January 17th, 2008 at 11:35 pm
Wait, what?
January 18th, 2008 at 7:27 am
I love it! Could you please also elucidate the case of the monster under the bed?
January 18th, 2008 at 7:40 am
lis: I don’t think Frosty was prepared for a visit by the boys in blue.
January 18th, 2008 at 7:45 am
Heidi: I heard a rumor that the M.U.B. is trying to escape a mob hit. Let me get with my sources and get back to you.
January 18th, 2008 at 8:44 am
I’ll go to Wendy’s tonight and eat a memorial FROSTY. Even the wicked should have someone to honor them.
January 18th, 2008 at 10:39 am
While you’re there, if you see a guy wearing a bright red wig with pigtails, will you take a fire hose to him for me?
Thanks.
January 18th, 2008 at 7:08 pm
Oh no not poor Frosty! The horror!
January 19th, 2008 at 8:17 am
Luckily it wasn’t very graphic, so no real “horror” to speak of. I guess we’ll have to sing a different Xmas carol around here next year.
Thanks for visiting!
January 20th, 2008 at 5:06 pm
I was expecting a visit from Frosty here in Singapore recently, but when I went to the airport, he was nowhere to be seen. I guess this must be why.
Oh, and I do wish that when the floors are wet in the airport here, they’d place a sign in the area as a warning… and not leave carrots and coal sitting in the middle of the puddle.
January 21st, 2008 at 8:43 am
It’s possible that Frosty just had to “take a leak,” if you’ll pardon my use of the colloquial.