Marty, the juggler, is driving to his next performance on Highway 277 in Texas. Suddenly he hears police sirens and a moment later the cop in the cruiser signals for him to stop. The cop

 Marty, the juggler, is driving to his next performance on Highway 277 in Texas.

Suddenly, he hears police sirens and, a moment later, the cop in the cruiser signals for him to stop.

Marty pulls over, slightly confused, and rolls down his window as the cop approaches. The officer, wearing a stern expression, looks at Marty and says, “I need to see your license and registration, sir.”

Marty, trying to stay calm, hands over his papers. The cop takes a long look at him, then at the contents of the car.

Marty nervously glances at his juggling props in the backseat—clubs, knives, and even a flaming torch.

The cop raises an eyebrow. “What’s all this? You planning to juggle while driving, buddy?”

Marty laughs awkwardly, “No, officer! Just on my way to a show. I’m a juggler!”

The cop nods slowly, but then his face turns serious. “Alright, Mr. Juggler, I need you to step out of the car.”

Marty’s heart skips a beat. “Am I in trouble?”

The cop shakes his head, then suddenly, with a quick motion, pulls out a pair of clubs and tosses them in the air. “Let’s see if you can keep up with the law.”

Marty’s jaw drops. The cop starts juggling the clubs expertly, flipping them around with precision, each toss higher than the last.

Marty watches, his eyes wide with disbelief. After a moment, the cop smirks and says, “Alright, I’m gonna let you go with a warning... but next time, you better show me a trick I haven’t seen before. Deal?”

Marty, trying to hold back laughter, nods. “Deal, officer. But if you ever need an assistant for your next show, you know where to find me!”

The cop laughs, tossing the last club into the air, catching it with a flourish, and waves Marty off. “Drive safe, Marty. Just keep your juggling on the stage next time!”