... their feet on their desks as a small fan blew at full speed, turning first to the dog and then to the lagomorph. The day before, they had foiled the plot of a dangerous madman bent on using solar power to dominate the world. But their success came at a price as the doomsday device exploding created a massive heat wave over the city. Scientists had assured that the heat would subside but it would nonetheless take many days. And in the meantime, neither makeshift investigator could muster the energy to do anything, let alone stop crime. They couldn’t even take popsicles out of the freezer without them melting on the spot.
“Damn fur coat!” Max bursted suddenly. He bounced around the room, scratching and pulling his fur. “Shave me Sam! Skin me! Take it all off!”
“Now now little buddy,” the dog replied in his usual cool demeanor. “We both know that having you shaved and skinned never resolved problems before. Remember when Duke Cavadre used his death ray against you and you turned into a savage skeleton? I still have your teeth marks on my behind.”
“I guess you’re right, but hey, at least we got a good T-shirt logo out of it.”
But every word was a chore to pronounce. Max fell lying down on the floor as the duo turned back silent. And just as they were going to suffer silently some more, the phone rang, bringing about the very foreseeable plot twist which would move this...