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.
