Everything is going according to plan.

Yeah, sure. You see, the reason that your "high-tech" surveillance gadgets and doodads didn’t work is because they only work in imagination land, and those crooks just didn’t want to play along. It also must be cold in the office since Shirl has decided to put on the gloves knit by her dear, sweet Grandma Josephine, even though she outgrew them when she was nine.

I do like how the chief can apparently read with his eyes closed. At least, I’m assuming that his eyes are closed. Otherwise, they are just two white planes of vast emptiness that make Shirl’s reverse eyes far more pleasing and desirable.

And speaking of Shirl, she looks pretty angry in that last panel, what with her soulless eye reduced to nothing more than a white slit. Tracy, on the other hand, looks pretty pleased with himself, which might not be the best expression to have on your face after you’ve been told that the latest gadgetry the police department bought with the money set aside for next year’s budget was rendered useless. Oh, and they lost track of the getaway the car, so there’s that too. Not exactly the news you should greet with the "I’m so cool" look on your face.