The three dachshunds have a lovely back garden that was planted just for them. But they will graciously let you sit on the patio furniture, if you ask nicely.
Clutch Goodguy swung hard left, leaving a dust cloud behind him. He was the best getaway driver in the business, but his pursuer was dogged and determined to catch him.
Screeeeeeeeee!
It was no use. His pursuer was right on his tail, hounding his every move.
Neeeeeeaaarrrrrmmmm!
There was only one chance left. Clutch kicked in the nitro and punched the gas. If he couldn’t outmaneuver the fuzz, he could still outrun them.