AN: I actually wrote this about ten months ago, but then I lost it, and I found it in my desk tonight. So I decided to post it. Why not, right?

Disclaimer: I don't own Urinetown.

"Hey, Officer Lockstock? Have you ever been in love?" Lockstock turned to the small girl standing beside him.

"No, Little Sally. I haven't."

'Oh. How about you, Officer Barrel?" Sally asked the other cop.

"Yes," Barrel replied in a dreamy voice, gazing at a point just over Lockstock's shoulder.

"What's it like?"

"Wonderful." Barrel hadn't shifted his gaze and was still speaking in the same dreamy tone.

"Who with?"

"What?" He jumped to attention and became much more alert at Sally's last question.

"Who are you in love with?" She gazed up at Barrel with wide, innocent eyes.

"Uh… Wow, would you look at the time!" He looked down at his wrist and jumped up.

"You're not wearing a watch," Lockstock said, reaching out to try and stop him from getting away. He was also incredibly curious as to who this mystery person Barrel was in love with was now.

Barrel ducked under Lockstock's arm and continued to run away. "Good night!" he shouted over his shoulder at the two narrators.

"Well… That was weird," Little Sally said. She paused to think for a moment. "So, you've really never been in love, Officer Lockstock?"


"Not even a little bit?"

"No, Little Sally."

"Wow. That must stink."

"Would you look at the time," Lockstock said, glancing at his arm. He seemed less nervous like Barrel and more just plain annoyed.

"But you're not wearing a watch either, Officer Lockstock."

"Good night, Little Sally." He pushed past her and stalked after his friend.

Sally turned to the young man at the table beside her. "I think they like each other," she said very seriously. "So, have you ever been in love, Bobby?"

"No, not really." Soupy Sue made an angry noise from behind Little Sally. Sally ignored her. It was usually best to ignore Soupy Sue.

"Why not?"

"I guess I just haven't met the right girl yet. Now are you going to pay or not? You're holding up the line." Bobby was also starting to look a little annoyed with her.

"Oh. Yeah. Here you go. See you later, Bobby Strong!" She skipped off into the amenity.

"Bye, Little Sally." Bobby turned to Penny. "She sure is strange. Does she even have parents? And if she does, where are they?"

"How am I supposed to know? You're not getting paid to sit around and talk to people. Get back to work!"

"Yes, Miss Pennywise."

So, yeah. I have NO idea where this idea came from. But it was cute, so I thought I'd put it up here. I'm pretty sure that this is by far the shortest actual story I've ever written. Reviews would be greatly appreciated.