Chapter 112: Emma Watson Gets Pranked
"Congratulations to the host for winning $200."
If Ron's system had been more sophisticated, he would have received a prompt like this in his mind, but unfortunately, it wasn't, and he slept soundly through the night.
As for what happened across the hall, Ron had no clue. Anyway, when Leonard returned to the apartment that morning, he looked exhausted, disheveled, and oddly embarrassed.
"Hey, buddy, how was last night?" Ron opened his door to see Leonard quietly trying to sneak in with his shoes in his hands, but startled when he spotted Ron.
"Not bad, not bad~" Leonard said it was fine, but the stupid grin on his face gave him away completely.
Ron smirked. "Looks like you had quite the evening. How'd it feel taking advantage of a damsel in distress, you smooth operator?"
"No, I definitely didn't. Penny kissed me first..." Leonard said, then covered his mouth. "Wait, you're not gonna tell Sheldon, are you?"
"Do you think Sheldon's the gossipy type? Would he even be interested in this kind of thing?"
"Of course not." Leonard nodded with relief and headed inside. Ron didn't even go home. He'd already brushed his teeth with Sheldon's backup toothbrush and then polished his shoes with one of Sheldon's current Star Wars toothbrushes.
Now that he was ready to head out, whether Sheldon could taste shoe polish on his toothbrush wasn't his problem.
At LAX, Emma Watson's plane finally touched down. Hidden behind a hat and sunglasses, she tried to stay incognito. The nerdy passenger sitting next to her hesitated for a moment before finally working up the courage to tap the girl beside him.
"Um...excuse me, are you Emma Watson, the actress who played Hermione in Harry Potter? I absolutely love your movies. Could you sign something for me?"
"You've got the wrong person. I'm not Emma Watson. I just look similar," Emma said irritably, but the slight smile tugging at her lips betrayed how pleased she was to be recognized. She continued with barely concealed pride,
"I think even if it were Emma Watson, she wouldn't want to be bothered. Everyone deserves their privacy, right?"
She said this, but inside she was thrilled. She really wanted to show this scene to that big guy in Los Angeles to prove just how desirable she was. If someone didn't appreciate her, plenty of fans would.
But honestly, most people who watched her movies were total nerds. Nobody could compare to Ron, including this fan sitting in first class with her.
His skin had that pale, never-seen-sunlight look of someone who spent all day in a computer lab.
"No, you totally are!" the little geek muttered under his breath, but he didn't push it any further.
He looked like he wanted to strike up more conversation, but at that moment the landing announcement came over the intercom. Emma pointed to the speakers with a professional smile and politely shut him down before he could even start.
The plane touched down smoothly, and just as Emma was about to disembark with the flight attendant's guidance, the announcement system crackled to life again.
"Attention all passengers, all passengers, please return to your seats immediately. We have a security situation on this aircraft. There are suspected terrorists on board. Local law enforcement will be conducting passenger screenings shortly. Please cooperate fully."
Terrorists?
Emma's heart jumped, and she glanced around nervously, but when she remembered this was first class, she relaxed slightly. Terrorists wouldn't fly first class, right?
She really wished Ron were here right now.
But just as she let her guard down, the first-class cabin door burst open, and a massive police officer walked straight toward her seat. The guy was obviously a gym rat.
Those arms were thicker than Emma's waist. One punch from him would probably kill her!
Oh my God! Could my fan be the terrorist?
Emma was terrified. She quietly tried to put distance between them. If there'd been room on the plane, she would've bolted.
The officer got closer and closer, but to her shock, when he reached her row, he completely ignored the geek next to her and suddenly grabbed her, wrenching one arm behind her back.
"You're under arrest, you piece of shit!"
"Ow! That hurts!" Emma nearly cried from the pain. She'd never been manhandled like this before. "Get off me, you asshole cop! I'm a celebrity! I'll have your badge for this!"
At that moment, the geek who'd just been rejected twisted the knife, saying in mock surprise, "Didn't you just say you weren't her, that you just looked similar?"
The officer reached out with a meaty hand and ripped off Emma's sunglasses.
"So what? You believe I'm a big star now? Let me go, or I'll sue you into bankruptcy!" Emma struggled wildly, but couldn't break free.
However, even after revealing her identity, she still didn't get the respect she expected. The cop stared at her face with disgust: "Pretty good resemblance, but too bad it's fake. If we hadn't gotten the tip, you might've fooled us."
"We just received intel that a terrorist had plastic surgery to look like the actress Emma Watson and flew to Los Angeles, planning to bomb Hollywood. But there was a snitch in your cell who turned himself in. What do you think? Didn't see that coming, did you, asshole!"
"What?!"
Emma's mouth fell open: "I really AM Emma Watson! I can call my agent to verify! I'm here to do voice work for the movie 'The Tale of Despereaux'!"
"Tale of Despereaux?" The cop sneered dismissively: "Never heard of it. We got plenty of rats in our jail. Whether they're romantic or not, I couldn't say. Maybe you can try hooking up with them, Miss Terrorist.
But first, why don't you give up your accomplice who's supposedly your 'agent.' We don't have all day to waste on your bullshit."
Emma thrashed in the cop's grip, but it was useless. She was being carried off like a sack of potatoes and could only play her trump card desperately.
"Listen, big guy, I know someone at the IRS. His name is Ron. If you don't believe me, let me call him!"
"Ron?" The massive cop was clearly high-ranking. He'd actually heard Ron's name: "You know Ron?"
"Yes! That's right, Ron Lee Cooper. He's my friend!"
Being able to accurately state Ron's full name didn't seem like a lie. The big cop hesitated, handed Emma off to his subordinates, pulled out his cell phone and dialed: "Hey Ron, it's Hobbs. I've got a suspect here who's had plastic surgery to look like some actress. You know her?"
(End of Chapter)
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