...ery 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 story forward.
“I’ll get it,” Max said without much enthusiasm as he extended his arm towards the general direction of the distant phone. Once he failed to reach it, he simply shrugged. “Oh well, I tried.” Which left Sam with his regular phone answering task.
“Hello? Yes? Yes? Ah! You don’t say. Holy coating of wax on a soldier’s boots, we’re on our way.” He turned to his partner as he hung up the phone. “That was the commissioner Max. There’s been a group of vigilantes causing ruckus and we have to go stop them.
“Aw, but I don’t want to get up. It’s too hot outside.”
“Don’t worry little buddy, the commissioner is sending us to get them in the big city.”
Intrigued, Max jumped to his feet. “You mean… Washington D.C.?”