Police Force was proud of the extreme newness of their
bright uniforms, the brilliant shine of their badges, the sameness of
all their pleasant smiles. Like nearly everyone in Festeron,
their overwhelming courtesy totally disarmed the lawbreakers,
making them feel more like they were buying a pair of shoes than
getting arrested. Apprehensions were accompanied by kind, elaborate and
highly informative tours of the island.
Festeron Police Headquarters, at the western end of Festeron Circle was
a modest gray stone edifice. It was ordinary, but the pleasantries of
Festeron did not deprive if of heavily barred windows like any other
jail. The cells were each equipped with a designer buck, and there was
no need to fear reduced rations, as the bread was actually a pair of
freshly backed croissants or cinnamon buns, and the water, bottled. In
alignment with the citywide curfew, thirty minutes of soothing music
would be piped into the cell to help the prisoners relax and prepare
for the coming day. Morning would follow with the sounds of a bright
pop song.Sergeant MacGuffin
was in chrage of Festeron's Police Force during at least the mid-twelfth century and most likely afterwards.
the curse of Witchville
was in effect, the Festeron Police Force was
replaced by a group of living boots
known at the Boot Patrol
, and later
the friendly policemen, gone corrupt throughout the night, were
employeed as the ruthless human Boot Patrol, in spirit of the original.
Once the entire Boot Patrol had been exterminated by Amy Sue Grue
Festeron Police Force advertized, seeking qualified police help.
jail had four levels, the first level, commonly referred to as the
jail, and three lower levels referred to as the dungeon (the first,
second, and underdungeon). The cells in this lowest subbasement were
dirty and unpleasant, only used during the curse of Witchville. It is
now known that several of the cells were linked to the underground
tunnels which entwined beneath the island by the means of secret doors
and covered holes.