Everybody limbo!

Shirl, Shirl, Shirl, Shirl, Shirl.  Now is not the time for party games.  It's time to run for your life against the numerous demon dogs running rampant at the bank (even though we haven't really seen a lot of them together now, have we?).

Witnessing the possible carnage are our good friends, SWAT Man and Tracy.  At the moment, I'd say that SWAT Man is pretty useless as he's still recovering from that little incident involving the handgun in the previous post.  All he can do is hold on to that whistle for dear life and keep blowing.  I would also suggest that he keep an eye on Tracy, who, it would appear is about to bite his whistle in half and will then inevitably need another one (and look who just happens to be standing next to him with a perfectly good, intact whistle.  SWAT Man may come to regret threatening to open fire on those dogs.).

While those two are trying to determine how Shirl's going to get a whistle (I think that it will come down to a sinister game of Rock Paper Scissors where the loser is forced to give up his whistle and be torn apart while the others look on just so that Shirl, who we've established to be no longer on the side of truth, decency, and justice (i.e., the good guys), can live.  And as for that "They'll tear her to pieces!" comment, they're already doing that, dear (and doing a mighty find job, too), though it would seem that the one dog is choking on her arm (he's learning an important lesson: chew before you swallow, for you are not a duck).