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Butch: Alright, agent. Let's meet the team.
Lou: 'Agent' - whoa!
Butch: Kid, look over there, that's Peek.
Lou: Peek? I don't get it.
Butch: Peek, show yourself.
[Peek appears from a manhole in a circle see through like tube under a bin]
Lou: Huh? oh my god!
Butch: Peek's early warning, He's got it all, Radar, sonar, thermo-imaging, odor-matrix. He can detect any non-residential cat within a three-block radius.
Peek: Hi guys.
Butch: Peek, fall in.
Peek: Roger that.
Butch: Sam, what's your twenty?
Sam: 1/18 of a klick east, I'm going to backtrack using a delta approach in three... two... one.
[Sam moves from bush to bush]
Peek: Hi guys. Oh no, not again.
Sam: Where am I?
[Sam then rolls over to half way of the road]
Butch: Over here Sam.
[Sam then meets up with the others]
Sam: Request, permission to pant, heavily, sir
Butch: Granted. Boys, I want you to meet Lou.
Peek: Hey Louie
Sam: Hey Lou
Peek: Human!
[as the the jogger jogs past she sees Butch near a fire hydrant, Peek digging in the ground and Sam holding a newspaper in his mouth]
Butch: Anyway, Lou here taking Buddy's spot in the hot seat, but being fresh from the academy, he's current on the newest techniques, ain't you Lou?
Lou: Err, Hey guys, do you know this one? Here I go, here I go, I got ya, oh I just missed ya.
[Lou chases his tail]
Butch: Holy Chihuahua.
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Butch: Okay, what do we got?
Peek: It's a kitten, A Russian blue!
Sam: And a number 2 in sector three.
Lou: Was she crazy? That steamer was bigger than me.
Butch: Nice work kid, you're sitting this one out. Sam, let me know when she leaves.
Sam: I don't see her.
Lou: But I was framed. That cat... wait up, I want to help.
Sam: [Mrs Brody opens the front door and sees Peek and Sam] Look out. Human, sector four.
Peek: Human! Quick Sam, smell my butt.
Mrs. Mom Brody: Alright, break it up! Break it up! Break it up!.
Peek: Cold nose! Cold nose!
Sam: Let's go.
Victor Wilson
Extended Reading
