Catch the Human: Earthling Quadratic(s)

A Story by Abishai100

Adaptation-fanfiction of the '02-Spielberg gem about incomplete-distances of psyche-bridging for con-man life and bureaucracy-know for wrought ironic intelligence.

Catch Me If You Can (Leo DiCaprio) fanfiction-adaptation for your December-holidays Tuesday. Thanks for reading (enjoy!),

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction contains images/references with no ties to any person(s)/body and is (therefore) cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/translations).

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DETECTIVE CARL: I've been working for the Bureau forever, Frank; you're special!

FRANK ABAGNALE (Jr.): I tole you I'd a 'special' mentalism with father; I'm world.

CARL: Frank, you know your debt to civilization, and we want your fraud-IQ now.

FRANK: Carl, we've become fast-friends, and I've been a pilot, doctor, thief now.

CARL: None of those Selfies hold-true, Frank, and no one's chasing you, no dad.

FRANK: Carl, maybe this new-life work tracking fraud-notes for gems is my IQ.

CARL: I believe that, Frank (about you)...happy Xmas (Facebook-like).

Frank (Jr.) had become a world-hopping man of color and equal-glass, friends. He had a very offbeat mentalism-bond with dad (Frank, Sr.) who had been an eccentric his whole-life. Frank had an estranged conversational-bond with his mother, but he left-home to become a wandering 'philosopher' of sorts and then developed an 'uncanny' interest with transference of counterfeit-notes and checks to exploit bank-institutionalism expediency for loophole(s)-profits for leviathan/uncertainty (wow). The only one with the brain to chase such a con-man and world-musketeer with an emoji-chip in his mind was FBI-Agent Carl, super-sleuth who had the note that Frank (Jr.) was metaphorically 'escaping' from the gods-of-fate and (simply/only) needed a life-course redirection, hoping to employ the 'eccentric' Jr.-man for notes-credibility monitoring for circulations in the bad underworld (ok). Frank had become an airline pilot during this jaunt for weird adventures (damn).

CARL: I know this guy, and I think he's been hiding in this hotel.

FRANK: Yes, well...we've been tracking him here, locally, Mister-Agent (ha).

CARL: We've no idea what he looks like right-now, but I want to recruit the guy!

FRANK: Recruit, Mister-Agent (hmmm)?

CARL: Yeah, well, Frank (Jr.) has the mind to be tracker for counterfeit arts, ok.

FRANK: I've no idea what he looks like, and we just missed him at this hotel, see?

CARL: Well, thanx for the minor-chat, local-guy...I'll stay steadfast (farewell).

FRANK: Farewell, Carl (cool).

CARL: That man who departed from your lobby, he's a local officer, visiting, eh?

CONCIERGE: What, no...sir...well, that's the guest you were seeking (Frank, Jr.!).

CARL: Damn, he tricked me into thinking he was in his hotel-room as detective.

CONCIERGE: I doubt he shall forget your face, agent sir.

CARL: Ok (Facebook-like).

Frank (Jr.) escaped from the nearness of Carl when he first saw him, not knowing the guy in Frank's suspect hotel-room was in-deed Frank. However, Carl didn't give-in or give-up to American thief-musketeer romanticism and still chased the human he sought to recruit (ok!). Frank, meanwhile, had flown elsewhere (Miami) to pose as a (fake!) medicine-man and courted the daughter of a known Senator and promised her the sun/moon, showing-off his traveler's case of notes and diamonds (wow). His new 'doll' for American 'mis'-dreams (Brenda) had somehow now suddenly become Frank Abagnale's Rapunzel (for doubt).