Yes, stop them, Tracy! Who knows how long the banker's invisible box will hold that dog at bay. (Hey, I don't know every last thing about demon dogs. It's possible that they are susceptible to mime.) Tracy also needs to remember that they are in fact demon dogs and that such dogs do not have little switches that can be used to turn them on and off, nor are they like robots that can be controlled via remotes or micro-chips. They're dogs. They're demons. They attack. They shred. You had it right when you saw that you needed to get the whistle. You should focus on that (and perhaps on getting the other members of your team whistles, and the banker too. It's just the right thing to do, and he might be more willing to give the department a loan, or a reward, if you save him from the slobbery jaws of death.)Meanwhile, Shirl appears to have been hit by a shrink ray (that, or she's having a little trouble with her hula hoop). Perhaps it's time to consider another car. One that will fit better. One that she can actually see over the dashboard of without a booster seat. It's just a suggestion.
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