Archibald Aspen the worlds greatest cop Didn't quiet set out to be Promoted within from his job taking fingerprints When they caught wind of his photographic memory Known across the earth But fame to him is worthless Worth less than the shoes on his feet He'd rather live quaint Sculpt and paint But he needs the paycheck just to feed his family Then one night on his route Saw two men sneaking out Of an abandoned factory door They saw each others faces And knew if they exscaped They'd be tracked down tomorrow for sure So with a blow to the head Archibald fell to the floor Archibald Aspen has one only son Born on new years day Millennium Aspen is now ten years old His little league team calls him Aspen2k His mother comes home and she calls for Millennium Tells him she has some bad news Is dads dissapeared and everyone fears That he's lying somewhere beaten battered and bruised All at once Millennium jumps and swears that its time to attack He says "mark my words I will search and I'll search Till I bring my father back" Mrs. Aspen she smiles Pats her son on the back