Meanwhile, as the two cars skidded and reeled toward the appointed spot of disaster, Marc continued to loiter several blocks behind. Having deliberately cut across traffic in the middle of the block, he pulled up beside the police car and leaned out the window.
"I just cut across traffic!" he called out.
The cop behind the wheel left his conversation with his companion and observed Marc dubiously.
"So what?" he asked. "You want me to give you a gold star on your driver's license?"
"I don't have a driver's license," Marc offered hopefully. "What are you going to do about it, you big, thick-headed slob?"
The cop turned back to his partner. "A kidder, we've got here," he said. He turned back to Marc. "Beat it, comedian, you and your girl friend take off."
"Aren't you going to chase me?" Marc asked. "I'm a lawbreaker."
"Move along, chum," the cop drawled, "before I sell you a ticket to the orphan's picnic."
"But you've got to chase me," Marc said urgently.
"No I don't, friend," the cop said. "I've got to sit here and listen for radio leads on this goofy Pillsworth guy."