What the...?

So tonight, what might be the strangest (and not a good strange) experience of my life happened.
It started out well enough. I told Kenny that because he got a scholarship, he could spend 800 bucks on a new speaker system for our entertainment center. Such things don't matter to me at all, but he's wanted one for a while. So he went and bought a nice one and was setting it up while I played guitar and sang (I may or may not have been in only my underwear, fresh out of the bathtub). Then we heard a knock on the door. I figured it was landlady Lori coming to ask about Ikea (she's buying us new counters for the kitchen, yay!). Anyways, I retreat to the back half of the house to get decent. When I come back to the front, Kenny is outside talking to someone with the door closed (and Lucy was whining like mad that her daddy had stepped out without her). So I poke my head out the door to say hi to landlady Lori. But it wasn't lori, it was two cops. Kenny tells me to go back inside. I do, and listen through the door.
Apparently, Kenny answered the door to meet one cop, asking for Kenneth Kunz. He said "that's me" and steps out to see another cop to the side of the door (as if to ambush him if he acted up). So there are two cops.
There are some nice people down the street who live in our ward. I've chatted with the mom on several occasions- they are remodeling their house to accommodate baby number 3 who is coming any day now. Her name is Jenna. I offered to babysit her kids. She later told landlady lori that she thinks we are a lovely couple. Kenny hasn't met them, though they've seen him in sacrament, I'm sure.
Well, they now say (through the cops) that they have security footage of Kenny coming and knocking on their door at all hours of the night on multiple occasions. If Kenny does it again, the cops will take criminal action against him. (!)
I have no words for the absurdity of this. Kenny has never knocked on their door. Hasn't even met them, or been on their property except for to pass by while walking Lucy. Lucy hasn't even pooped on their yard.
The cops haven't seen this footage, but it was hard to convince them that Kenny is innocent and bewildered, to say the least. They advised us to just never go on their property again ("we can't go on their property less than we have, because we never have").
Kenny jokes about how sometimes he sleepwalks and the cops tell him "that would never fly in court"(duh) to which Kenny stops laughing and says "um, no, of course not."
So the cops left with many warnings (including the command not to contact these neighbors in any way) and Kenny and I just stare at each other, dumbfounded. I can't help but laugh at the absurdity, while Kenny has trouble keeping his dinner down.
He calls his dad (who went to law school and is a wise fellow when it comes to such things) and I call my mom (the source of all wisdom) and they're both flabbergasted. Kenny calls the bishop while my dad tells me that unless they have darn convincing evidence, we can take them to court.
The bishop, who is great, by the way, says he'll try and get in touch with them so he can mediate this a bit. Kenny and I go over the fact that Kenny couldn't possibly be leaving at night (even sleepwalking)- he'd wake me up, he'd wake lucy up, not to mention the fact that the cops didn't mention that Kenny was caught walking around in his underwear (which is what he would be wearing in the middle of the night. Heck, we're newlyweds.)
So, Kenny is probably going to shave his beard to make him less mistakable for the mystery man. It's a shame, his beard had just gotten back to it's original fullness (after the mustache-shaving incident.) We have to wait til Sunday for bishop to set up the mediation. In the meantime, Kenny can be arrested if the Fluckigers (yes that's right, their name is "fluckiger") think they caught him again. In the meanwhile, we won't be able to sleep.
Honestly, their are no words to describe just how weird the whole thing is. Poor Kenny.