This reminds me of this one time....
I was out on my own but not yet legal drinking age. Had all my gang over, we had beer, of course. I had one set of neighbors who enjoyed calling the cops on me. When I was trying to break Brandon from the bottle, he screamed and screamed and screamed. They just knew I was murdering him. They called the cops. Well, I lived in a tiny town. The cop was just "Gordon." Everyone knew him, he knew everyone. I invited him inside to check on Brandon on that occasion. Told him I was not giving him a bottle anymore and he was only voicing his displeasure. He came in and looked in on Brandon, who had by then quieted down and gone to sleep. All was good....
But back to my party story.
The same neighbors called Gordon that night, too. I think we had the stereo too loud. So, Gordon comes, knocks on my door. We freak out and try to figure out where to hide the beer. We settled on inside the dryer.
I answer the door, Gordon asks what we are doing, I say just hanging out, and he marched right through my house and opened the dryer, plucked out the beer and said, Just hanging out, huh?
Not a one of us was legal. He let us all go. I'm sure he watched my house the remainder of the evening to make sure no one drove. But we all got off with just a stern talking to.