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Pennington: “Penguin with the improbably large brain here—on official business! We’ve had complaints about… suspicious activities. you’re not harboring unsavory practices are you, hmm?”
“Suspicious? nahhhh,This is a completely normal medical facility!”
**crash**!!!!!!!
Detective 1: “hmmph, what was that, bub?”
“...burglars?
‘cooo-weee! Doccy-doo, pizza rolls are ready!
hey!! Not funny sir! Doc'll rat you out, you son of a—-- DOC--DAMMIT! doc means uh - just a minute…
err…
ma...?
...
...
-WAIT!-NO! Dont go in! Doc’ll handle it himself!”
mighty suspicious, wouldn't you say, my apprentices? I can only conclude this fellow is harbouring fugitives!
eep!
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Detective 2: “What’s this blood on the floor?”
“Oh, that? Only the best... animal organs! They're so good for surgery practice, you ought to buy some, teeheehee!...BUT NO TOUCHING!
I dont think so, I know real blood when i see it, fresh too, minutes old, with flecks of…gold? why I think if we follow the trail, it leads to-
Out of my way!
you’re leaving footprints! Stop ruining the evidence pennington!
It doesn't matter, as I have found the ultimate piece of evidence!
Aha! A secret case file! The final piece of the puzzle! I shall read it at once!
hmm…
‘beat eggs, whip cream…’
Dear stars! This is worse than I imagined!
that’s grandma-ma’s cheesecake recipe! What’s that evidence of?
aha! He admits! you sir, are guilty of… battery!
I can’t believe you’d do that to those poor eggs, and cream!
put that down!
“Where’s your medical license, bub?”
It’s, uh… in the mail! Bureaucracy, you know? So many forms. Doc’s actually overqualified, you’d be amazed.
Hmm, overqualified? Fascinating! I must say, I can relate…
And what about this, hm?
Licensed. All perfectly legitimate medical instruments. That’s a… bone-straightener. That one’s for… uh… toe cramps. All revolutionary stuff, legal too.
**clang!**
What’s in there?
Just a… closet! For... coats. Dont looky!
I think I will!
Youre not licenced to do that!! Doc knows his rights!!!!
Yes I am! ......I am aren't I?
I think so.
let’s crack open this case then!
Oho! Fascinating!
...See? Just a very clean closet.
hmm... just as I suspected! No coats!
can we leave, Pennington? This place is dismal.
good job there Wario! I ought to make you my apprentice!
you had your fun, ‘‘detective’’, but we are NEVER letting you do that again.
Fine, I never much liked you anyway
***Slam!***
Hoo! that was a pain in the neck!
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talkin' of pain, you still have a job to do, get on it, prettyboy!
……5 minutes later…
hoo! I feel a million! You dang done did it, ducky!
Welp, I reckon we can’t stick ‘round too long. They’re bound t’come sniffin’ back once they connect the dots.
They won’t. Nobody takes complaints about doc seriously…
Still, Tweety-boy, ya done good. listen here, sonny, y’got a bright mind, don’t let no ol’ grudge keep ya from usin’ it right. Think ‘bout it—help me now, an’ when I’m back on top, there’ll be a lil ol’ space fer you in my new Glitz Pit plans… sound good?
Doc may have helped you earlier, but no more! Doc doesn’t care! He made his own way!—he doesn’t need your pity!
Ain’t pity, son. It’s a chance. if ya came back, you woulda been in the ring by now. But look atcha—where’d alladat fire go, son? What’n tarnation were ya doing this whole time?
... Doc trained every day since then! Dissected bodies! Experimented! pushed himself to the limit to find out where he went wrong! ! But Doc’s still not good enough… You don't know how it feels to be rejected!
Son, I’m the rootin’ tootin’ REJECTINEST man alive! with jolene runnin’ thangs i’m barred from enterin' the glitz pit ever agin! But ya know what, that don't mean nothin’!
Lookit yew, wastin’ all yer time bein’ mad at me fer somethin’ that never even happened! What’d it getcha, huh? A lab fulla corpses an’ a chip on yer shoulder?
hey! don’t diss doc’s corpseys! Show some respect for the dead!
I caint sit and let some’un like yew, so young an’ full of potential, an’ energy… an’ …life force…………sweet life………… force…………-be squandered like that!!!…mm. Yes….
Doc doesn’t need your pity, sir. But… he will show the glitz pit what he’s got, with or without you involved
Hyuck hyuck hyuck, Good! cuz we’re stuck with each other fer now, ya starman research stealer!
Now I tell you what, I been missin that pit like a koopa misses its shell! ‘sides i’ve been meanin’ to go there fer somethin id like ta … check up on…
sir? You don't want to lay low?
no siree! I been hiding away in prison like a cave-dwelin’ swooper fer too long! Its time ta show my face to the world! In disguise of course!
a disguise won’t work…
a disguise, a break-in, a stealth mission, whatever it takes ta see my glitzy babe! Don't say nothin’! WE’RE MAKIN’ A COMEBACK! Ive gotta plan! First thang tomorrow we're going to the glitz pit… in style. !
in style…?
mind if i use yer mailbox SP? i need ta make a message- i’ll be quck as a jumpstartin’ jackrabbit! It's to an ol pard, aint nothin'…
