Trouble gleams with sparkling cleanliness.

Plato can usually be found at the police station, unless perchance he's out on duty with Drake.

Buck comes trotting through the door after trying and failing to keep up with the longer legged Kip.

"What did I miss? What's The Plan?"

"Hey Buck, you haven't missed much," Hex answers. He glances slyly at Kip, "Just dealing with some cold feet. Sounds like Avery's going to help Kip get ready for his exec- err date.
We were discussing calling in Plato and seeing if the human police can help us out. The big problem is figuring out when to have them show up. If they stake out the museum, that crazy woman on the flying vacuum might get scared away."

Kip, paws on his thighs is panting having run most of the way back. Once he regains his breath, he continues.

"I'll go, it's something I want to do, and it's not every day I get asked out."

With a shy smile he ruffles the fur on his head.

"It's not ever that I get asked out. It's just that, well, you know. We solve crimes and there is a crime going on. I want to help."

As he talks, he finds that he is once more next to Trouble, having walked over there without thinking about it. His paw reaches down and pats the handle.

"I'm glad you got her back. Hopefully it wasn't too much trouble."

"It got a little sticky there for a bit, but nothing we couldn't handle," Hex replies.