Arrested Development Bloopers Novels & Stories

They headed straight for the center of the room. "Arthur Reed," the lead agent announced, his voice booming over the crowd. "You are under arrest for environmental racketeering, corporate fraud, and evidence tampering." The flashes went wild. Reporters scrambled, knocking over chairs to get a shot of the elder Reed. His composure didn't just crack; it shattered. His face turned a sickly shade of grey as the handcuffs clicked shut over his wrists. He looked at the cameras, then at the crowd, his mouth hanging open in a silent, humiliated gasp.

She flailed, arms windmilling, and tumbled down the last few stairs in a dramatic heap. There was no sign of Sara anywhere near her at the moment of the fall. Sara had been standing several feet away, simply watching. But when the guard tried to zoom in or rewind for a clearer view, the footage suddenly glitched. The timestamp jumped, and the critical few seconds of Valerie’s fall were missing .... replaced by static and corrupted frames. The guard frowned, tapping on the keyboard. “That’s strange… the file seems to have been partially erased or corrupted right at that moment.”

He hoped to God that this footage had not been sabotaged like the rest… Fortunately, the camera worked. He picked a point in time and backtracked at 4x speed. About two minutes later, he saw himself returning to the inn. Nothing seemed interesting about it, so Javier thought about skipping it entirely— However, there was a patch of white in the backseat. He paused the footage, and a look of abject mortification crept into his expression. It was that f*cking four-legged b*tch! That hell’s pawn had somehow gotten into his car…and returned to the inn with him! When the f*ck had that even happened?!

He pointed toward several screens before pulling up the footage. The recording showed the empty cell. Brock froze. “My kings…” The color drained from his face. “Pull everything,” I ordered. “From the moment she entered that cell until now.” Brock immediately obeyed. Minutes passed while footage rolled across the screens. At first nothing looked wrong. Then Raiden suddenly stepped closer. “There.” He pointed toward one monitor. “A glitch.” The footage advanced. The image jumped. It was barely noticeable. But it was there. Somebody had looped the recording.

“Officer Flores, what kind of talk is that? How did I provoke her first? She’s the one who hit me! Your people saw it, she was beating me when you got there! Look at my face!” His cheek was bruised and swollen. Asher glanced at it indifferently. “You getting beaten when officers arrived only proves one thing,” he said coolly. “You lost a fight to a high school girl.” He paused. “As for who started it, and why, we can check the surveillance footage.” The moment surveillance was mentioned, the punk grew visibly anxious. He stiffened his neck. “Come on, Officer Flores, why waste time checking cameras? This girl already admitted she deliberately caused trouble for me. Why not just close the case

It trembled for a moment before steadying again, revealing Aaron, Blake and… him. Next played the one scene that had been on repeat in his mind–Aaron’s fist slammed into his jaw. Suddenly, the video froze just as he was about hitting the floor and a cartoon horny blasted. Bright colors exploded across the screen, his face stretched and farting sound effects played as the footage zoomed in repeatedly. The meme continued for another few seconds before cutting back to the podcast where Gina was already laughing uncontrollably. They showed the other students around her too, all equally amused as they chortled and cackled.

Andrew informed me he was going to be here by 8:30 so I put on a show while sipping out of my wine. As I meditated on my day so far, I was irritated with how every time Nathaniel seemed to be a part of it. They had released a statement stating how my arrest was just a big misunderstanding and they publicly apologized. I just didn't pay too much attention to it, I was focused on how annoying it will be to constantly see his face and have to work with him. But it was all to keep it professional. A knock came through my door and I furrowed my eyebrow as it was just 8pm, I walked towards the door in a haste, as the knock grew urgent.

The last thing I needed now was my father's glare for being distracted during a meeting as critical as this, yet the buzzing persisted — steady and sounding somewhat urgent. I finally reached for the phone, intending to silence it, and my breath caught as I glanced at the screen, my pulse spiking. DEVAN ARRESTED — MURDER INVESTIGATION, ILLEGAL MOVEMENT OF COMPANY FUNDS. For a moment, I thought it to be a mistake. My brain refused to accept the words, and refused to connect Devan's name with the word arrested. The room suddenly began to tilt, and the voices faded into static in my ears. My chair scraped back suddenly, loud against the polished floor, and everyone's eyes turned to me.

It skips. “Pause.” Matteo freezes the frame. “Run it back.” There it is, a jump!!! Small and Precise. “How long?” I ask. “Twenty-six seconds,” Matteo answers. I stare at the screen. “That’s not a glitch,” I say quietly. “No, sir.” “That’s a loop.” I turn slowly, scanning the room, every screen, every system suddenly unreliable. “Cameras are compromised,” I say. “They could still be inside,” I add, my voice dropping lower.

CLANG! Angie and Ferdinand almost jumped out of their skin at the sudden loud noise. The next thing she knew, something barrelled forward and knocked Ferdinand away from her. Meanwhile, BaoBao's laughter filled her brain. [That was actually a genuine mistake! Can you believe it? He seriously tripped in his rush!] Angie looked at the mess in front of her in slight amusement. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, I'm- Wait, no, I'm not sorry. What the hell were you two doing?" Elias frowned and pushed his face close to Ferdinand's face to ask.